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Zoebios Head Office, Paris, France. 1.25pm
The door to the anteroom opened and Maria looked up. Armen Harghada walked in, and brought with him an atmosphere of regret that sank her heart. His face was set in a mask but she knew he was never sent to talk to successful funding candidates. Even as he stood in the doorway, she was already calculating what she could do next to salvage her research, perhaps take it to another institute.
“Dr Van Garre, if you would please follow me. There are some matters we need to attend to.”
She stood and walked to the door. Maria felt desperate but Harghada still held the ear of Milan Noble. What if she could convince him of the need to continue the research?
“Perhaps I could show you the research personally, sir?”
Harghada paused. “I think that migh
