“Excuse me, but I must have misunderstood you,” Julie mumbled when she regained her balance. “Who was the supervisor of that experiment?”
“It was me, of course. Here are all the materials—processed, analysed, with all the proof, ready to be published in the next issue of the International Psychological Journal. The chief editor has just arrived to take all the documents,” explained Sarah, slowly laying her hand on the stack of papers.
The blonde guest nodded and smiled at Julie.
“So that’s it,” said Julie, broken. Two hard years of planning, preparing the survey form, collecting reports of Near Death Experiences, travelling to the conferences … and, finally, the success with Josh. And it was all for absolutely nothing. She was humiliated, standing here in front of this woman who Julie h
