Kirill watches Sergey’s clumsy lope until the poor bastard is gone. “Do you think he’s up to the challenge?”
“He better be. I don’t have the patience for any more delays.”
“Patience has never been high on your list of virtues, brother.”
Smirking, Kirill and I head out of the lab, shedding our protective lab coats along the way. More lab rats part like the Red Sea as we step aboveground, into the belly of the sprawling facility I purchased to birth this drug into the world. It cost me a pretty penny, but this investment is about to earn us a colossal return—if we can perfect Venera before its launch date a few weeks from now.
“I want eyes in that lab twenty-four-seven,” I instruct Kirill. “I want every single chemist on this project to be monitored around the clock. Disloyalty won’t be
