Dexter Lab Background 소설 & 이야기

"Noelle…" Even though I couldn't hear him, the name seemed to echo in my mind, a ghost of a connection I thought was long dead. I ignored it, continuing to review the data on my screen. "Dr. Sterling, should I call security?" Liam asked, his voice laced with concern. "No," I said, putting down the tablet. "Let him in." Ten minutes later, Dexter stood in the doorway of my office. He looked like a stray wolf, beaten and abandoned, his royal aura shredded to rags.

Ward 07. He took a deep breath, with the hamper still clutched in his left hand, as he looked around. From the sounds he heard in Exec. Ward 07, he could tell the occupant was watching Dexter’s Laboratory. He could hear Dexter reprimanding his elder sister Deedee, for bringing her friends into his secret laboratory… “That’s not what I asked you to do you imbecile,” she fumed at him, banging her fists on the brown table in the boardroom.

Dexter’s eyes gleamed, though Autumn’s confusion only deepened. "What are you talking about?" she said, exasperated. "This was a waste of time." Just then, the door swung open, and Derek stepped in. "Oh, he's here," Dexter said with a grin. "We can ask him directly." He looked between Autumn and Derek, an air of satisfaction in his gaze. "Did you grant Charlie a Specter Visa?" Dexter asked, watching Derek’s face carefully. Derek froze, his eyes widening as he scrambled to respond. "What’s that?" he stammered, though his voice wavered slightly.

More medical supplies than firearms, which makes sense given his position is largely to dispense the compound if the firearms are unsuccessful. I check my own list. Knives, firearm, backup syringes in case the originals are compromised. All there, but the gravity of what we're about to attempt weighs on my shoulders. "You're thinking too much," Dexter says, appearing at my elbow. "Second-guessing will get you killed." "I'm not second-guessing. I'm being cautious."

Dexter’s instructions were clearly written in my mind, and I inhaled deeply before looking around the area. ​Men and women were now laughing and chatting as we walked to the ballroom where everybody was waiting for us. My hands began to tremble when I noticed Finn up ahead, his eyes glued to a beautiful young woman, and I sighed in relief. Thank God, I was safe...for now, at least. Why does Dexter want a dumb little box for anyways? What was inside it? Some sort of Vervain bracelet?

"Your father wasn’t just a researcher, Nora. He was a threat to the bottom line." Dex stands by the metal stool, the blue light from the laptop screen making his face look like a marble mask. He looks calm. Too calm. I stay by the door of the sub-basement lab, my heart hammering against my ribs. The air down here is cold and smells like old paper and copper. It feels like a tomb. "The flash drive," I say, my voice steady despite the way my knees want to buckle. "Give it to me, Dex. You’ve had your fun. You broke my life once. Isn't that enough?"

Marcus' gaze flicked over to her before asking Carter, "Is something going on?" Lauren spoke up first. "Dexter really isn't the right kind of partner. He's too selfish. When he was abroad, many who worked with him ended up getting burned. The effort never matched the return. Since Carter has just arrived in Draventh and is still trying to establish himself, this isn't the right time for risky decisions." Marcus actually laughed. "If Dexter's so unfit, then why is George still dealing with him?" Lauren froze, caught off guard.

Roll-up banners and flower baskets lined the sides of the hall, promoting the various industries under the Devereux Group: gene sequencing, targeted drug research, neuro-interventional devices. Avery’s pace faltered as she passed one of the banners. There, in the "Early Partners" column, was the name of her parents’ lab: Clair Laboratory. The font was small, followed by a bracket: (Closed). Those words were a needle, piercing her heart with clinical precision. That was her incinerated life, now serving as a mere decoration on the Devereux family crest.

So good, that he even turned her into his pawn. Stacy takes in the look on my face. "You also think I'm stupid right".? "No, I...". "It's fine". She cut me off. "Even if you refuse to admit it, I know for a fact that I was stupid and not stupid in love but stupidly obsessed and a fool. But, thank God for you". I may sound like one of the Sherlock siblings right now but listen to this. How come Dexter is connected to the death of Stacey's parents? How come he still has that pen, instead of doing away with it?

After multiple rounds of selection, Lorenzo Group and the Golden Age Group went all the way to the last round. After careful research and evaluation, several consulting experts began to examine the two bidding proposals. To everyone's surprise, it was a tie. Dexter was taken aback by the results. He might be more alert if the Black's family sent anyone else here. But they sent Jeremy, so Dexter didn't take him serious at all. Jeremy was a rich kid and a womanizer. How could he have any skills or abilities? That was why Dexter underestimated him in the first place. Besides, Dexter was a well established network and abundant resources in San Francisco. He had even less reasons to take Jeremy s