“But if Miranda really pulls it off this time, it’ll be huge. Maybe she could even—”Fiona cut Coco off mid-sentence. “What, are you about to say the next Nobel Prize will go to her?”Coco nodded. “It’s possible, isn’t it?”Fiona let out a short laugh. “You give her way too much credit. Even her father never came close to that award. What makes you think she could?”Coco puffed out her cheeks. “Still, if someone from our lab ever won a Nobel, it’d be amazing.”Fiona crossed her arms, confident. “If anyone here gets one, it’ll be James, not her.”“But Miranda’s project really does have that kind of potential,” Coco argued softly.Fiona shot her an annoyed look. “What’s with you lately? Always singing her praises. Has she ever done anything for you? Don’t forget who brought you into this lab.”Coco forced a quick, apologetic smile and said nothing more.*A week later, Miranda’s team was deep in work.As Miranda stepped out of the lab, her assistant, Layla, hurried toward her.
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