The collective anxiety in the grand ballroom of the Harbor Grand reached a fever pitch as the silence was broken by an urgent cry from the center of the throng. "Is there a doctor in the house? Someone, please, Celeste Zane needs help immediately!"
A tall, poised woman with an air of clinical authority stepped forward, the crowd instinctively parting for her. "I am a physician. Everyone, please, give us some space. Let me examine her."
Victor Yates let out a visible sigh of relief, his shoulders dropping an inch. "Dr. Lawson? Thank God you're here. Please, see what you can do for her."
The stakes could not have been higher. This was CEO Quinn’s gala, and Celeste Zane was one of the most high-profile guests on the list. If the Architect of Celestia Bio-Corp suffered a fatal event under t
