“How is the research work going on, Ayame?” Alistair asked as he walked into the Medicube. Putting back the test tube in my hand, I grunted, “Don’t even ask me about it. We are just gathering samples over, conducting experiments and, yes, writing millions of reports.” Throwing up my hands in annoyance, I huffed, “It doesn’t feel like I am trying to find a cure because there is no f*****g solution to the problem we are facing.”
Alistair held out his hand and smiled. “Come with me for a walk.”
“But, there is so much of work and I….” ‘
He held my hands and looked into my eyes, his expression softening, “Don’t be so hard on yourself, Ayame. Hard work is not always the key to all problems. Sometimes, you need imagination.” His eyes narrowed and his gaze drifted around the makeshift lab. “I
