Lab Coats For Women Near Me Novels & Stories

We stopped at a glass door labeled RESEARCH & FRAGRANCE DEVELOPMENT. Inside, the space was wide, bright, and clinical. Stainless steel counters. Organized chaos of vials. Industrial diffusers humming in the corners. A woman in a lab coat, seemingly in her mid-30s, poised, looked up. Her sharp eyes immediately brightened as they landed on Alexander. “Mr. Veyrek.” She straightened, then her gaze fell on me. “And this must be Miss Elowen.”

What she does not look like is a woman whose entire world has just been turned upside down. With a nod to my reflection, I get onto the elevator nodding to one of my colleagues in marketing and wait for the elevator to descend to the lab level. Once there I walk to my office, exchange the blazer for a lab coat and prepare to drown my sorrows in my work. “Hey Fi, quite the crowd out there.” Owen, one of the scent creators, gives me a wide grin. “What crowd? Why is there a crowd in my lab?” I ask him, crossing my arms across my chest.

"Let’s get you a complete laboratory starter kit." Fifty minutes later, Vandiver meets us halfway at the door, effortlessly taking the heavy crates of raw chemical substances and glassware from the staff. "Thank you so much," I tell the woman as she helps load the trunk. "It’s our absolute pleasure," she says, extending a heavy, embossed business card. "My name is Catherine. Call me if you need any specialized fixatives, or if you’re looking to shelf your finished products on consignment." My mouth falls open. The fifty minutes inside made it clear she owns the entire boutique, and she looks incredibly expensive—flawless skin, striking copper hair, and a beautifully curved silhouette that fi

When I looked at him, I notice a subtle smile in his lips, suppressing it from curling widely. Ughh he must notice the venom in my voice from his teasing. But I decided to ignore that and didn’t call out his rare small smile. I don’t want to ruin the warm atmosphere by pouring cold water. We walked through the ward and met a stunning woman in a white lab coat. Her long shiny black hair looks so soft and healthy, while her body as if molded by a goddess herself both up and down proportion are gifted, especially her chest. But the most noticeable and perhaps the most attracting part of her is her eyes, deep ocean blue covered by crystal clear glasses with strings of small white beads like a st

"Aren't you supposed to extract copper thiol ATP enzyme at Sector D for me? Why are you here asking me what I'm doing here?" The person choked at the words. He did not expect that his boss would know which section he belonged to and what he was studying from the one-two hundred people in this lab, so he could only laugh it off and say, "Everyone is curious about that beauty that came in yesterday, I'm representing everyone from Section D to have a gander at her." Everyone was surprised when Nicole glanced down for a moment yesterday and could not get a proper look at what she looked like. One had to understand that working day and night in the underground lab, the guys had not seen even a fe

Kourtney used the iris system to verify the combination lock, the metal door opened in front of them, and there was an extremely modern laboratory hidden inside! And it was not small, this was at least a medium-sized advanced biological research center. Inside, a researcher in a white lab coat passed by saw Kourtney, and called out respectfully, "Boss." Kourtney gave a 'hmm'. When he saw the researcher in the white coat, Jeff was a little shocked.

"Welcome to Radix Stores. It's nice to have you here, Signoro." "Where's the section for women's wear?" "Right this way, please." She took the lead, stepping on the escalator. We reached the second floor. The area with lots of glass showcases. The lady—Clara Mancini, according to her name tag—cast me a glance. "Which dress would you want? We've got gowns, coats, sw—" "T-shirts in extra large." She nodded and made a turn to the left. Racks spanned the room we entered. Left, right, center.

I reached her house and got past the security. “Wait, mam, your identity,” the security stopped me. “Are you kidding me? Why should I show my identity every time I come here? You know I am her friend” then they allowed me with an apology. I got inside her room and took a specific book from her bookshelf. A secret passage opened from it and I walked inside. The lab is larger than her house, more stunning, has excellent maintenance, all new equipment, trustworthy workers, sufficient space. More than a hundred people are working here. It’s a secret research lab. Everyone is busy with their work.

a voice whispered. Jade froze. She didn't look toward the pod. She looked toward the corner of the room, where a woman sat in a high-backed chair, watching her. The woman looked to be in her sixties, elegant and sharp, wearing a laboratory coat that bore the seal of the "London Genetic Institute." "I'm the person who’s going to shut this down," Jade said, her hand resting on the EMP charge at her belt.

With much difficulty, I tore my eyes away from them and they roamed the room instead. I finally noticed the other people in lab coats hard at work, mixing and blending and cutting and boiling and everything else. A lot was happening. Some of them greeted Doc and nodded their heads at me while those who couldn't do so merely nodded their heads. “So this is it,” she said, arms stretched wide, “the underground lab. What do you think?” What did I think? I thought it was amazing. I still didn’t know what they were doing but the level of dedication and attention to detail left me in awe.