"I think it's time to distribute TEC-002 through the black market."
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Miriam Schlinger's eyes widened as she devoured the morning paper that day, a triumphant cry erupting from her lips.
Now that her efforts finally yielded progress, she couldn't help but make a call to her benefactor, Martha Hillard.
"Yes, I saw," Martha said in response. Sunlight dappled through the palm trees gently swaying above her head, casting playful patterns across the woman's breakfast spread by the famous resort's infinity pool. A wave of serenity washed over her as a strong, tanned man with a sculpted physique knelt beside her, his touch sending shivers up her leg as he kneaded away the tension in her sore feet. Another worked his magic on her shoulders, expertly loosening the knots from her arms and shoulders.
"You do not sound as excited as I am," Miriam's disappointment was palpable.