Zosime

Andreas led Graeme through the medical wing of the pack house and down a modern corridor flooded with natural light. Offices and larger conference rooms lined both sides of the hall—their exterior walls floor to ceiling windows that brightened the whole floor despite each room being obscured from the hallway by frosted glass.

Andreas stopped and knocked on one such door before opening it to reveal a young girl sitting behind a large white desk, staring at a computer.

"Zosime, I present Graeme Hollowell. Please fill him in on what we discussed," Andreas said and promptly left the way they had came. Surprise passed over Graeme's expression for a moment upon finding this stray-turned-lead researcher to be no older than 14.

Zosime sprung from her chair and walked around her desk to grab Graeme's hand. "I am so excited to meet you, Graeme. I've heard so much about you," she said. "You can call me Zoe. Andre is so formal. He refuses to do it no matter how many times I ask."