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"I'm Anna. I am the supervisor here who will guide you. Let's go around the laboratory. Beforehand please put on your personal protective equipment provided in the locker cupboard. Let me take you there." The five of them were escorted to a special room to wear personal protective equipment such as light blue laboratory coats, medical masks, medical gloves, face shields and headgear. Just like what Jayden saw in Felicia's photo. Secretly, the man smiled behind his mask with a heart that was beating wildly because he couldn't wait to meet Felicia. even though yesterday he had seen the girl and her manager at the cafe. They were then directed by Anna to the Quality Control department and enter

The lab coats were surprisingly comfortable — high-quality fabric with just enough structure to look professional without being stiff. Odette twirled in front of her mirror, the white coat flaring dramatically over her designer jeans. "I think we should wear these all the time," she declared. "They make me look smart." "You are smart," I pointed out, adjusting my own coat. "You just hide it under all that princess polish." She grinned, flipping her platinum blonde hair. "A girl's gotta have some secrets. Speaking of which..." She pulled out a small case from her dresser and flipped it open to reveal two pairs of glasses. "Props!"

Dom. I pushed the door open, the bell chiming in a low, familiar tone. The air inside was thick—it smelled like ozone, bleach, and something sharp that stung the back of my throat. Lyra was hunched over a stainless-steel table in the back. She was wearing her white lab coat with a small yellow stain on the sleeve, her goggles pushed up onto her forehead. She didn't even look up as I approached. "We’re closed, unless you’re dying," she muttered, her hands steady as she moved a glass dropper. "And even then, I might charge you extra for the paperwork."

“I want all the data, including the recent and older ones. The more complete, the better.” Seemingly prepared, Mike waved at the nearby workers, and someone came forward to hand Lily some documents. “Mrs. Russell, these are the lab data and information you requested. They are highly classified, so you must not reveal them to anyone.” Lily grunted a yes and took it, then gave that person a look. Although she could not see the person’s face clearly due to the heavy hazmat suit, she could tell it was a woman wearing a face mask and goggles. Her voice was a bit odd as well.

"I never doubted you. I've got a meeting to run to anyway." "Okay." After he left, Briella changed the lab's access code, then stepped inside to get ready. She changed into a clean white lab coat, pulled on sterile gloves, a medical mask, and clear safety goggles. The lighting was cold and clinical. Sterilized instruments gleamed under the bright fluorescents. The tail of her lab coat fluttered as she moved. She powered on the computer and dove into her work. Her eyes, usually soft and gentle, were now sharp and focused.

It’s fast-acting and with the very few trials we’ve done inside the lab, it’s helped speed up the healing progress by a few days. “They’re late,” Jessica states. “I know,” I groan. “If they don’t show up in the next ten minutes, I’m leaving,” she adds. I turn to look at her, rolling my eyes. The lab doors swing open and I rush to greet Sebastian, his Beta, and Lily in the de-sanitized room. I wave, opening the door, gesturing to a row of non-slip slides for them to wear. “You’re here! Please put on these shoes and come inside. We’re trying to reduce the amount of germs that come in and out. Lily, I’m sure you understand,” I shoot a smirk in her direction. She rolls her eyes while kicking her

Molly looked inside the laboratory and saw a few staff walking back and forth in their big white coats. After a while, a girl in the same white coat walked toward her while removing her coat. "Ms. May, nice to meet you! You're finally here! My name is Lynn Wilson, and I'll be your assistant in this laboratory from now on." Lynn stretched out her right hand politely as she said that. She had a high pony, and she looked very approachable while smiling. Molly smiled and shook hands with her. Then, Lynn put Molly's luggage aside and gave Molly a tour of the laboratory. She had also introduced Molly to other people working there.

There’s an old bookshelf pushed against the wall stack with children’s books and a few romance novels for show. I press the right side of The Dumb girl always hurts first book and the shelf shifts. There was a soft clicking sound followed and it opened. The air inside the hidden room is cooler, metallic. It was not big, maybe the size of a walk-in closet, but every inch is used. Neat rows of labeled containers sit along the left wall along wigs of every color, length, and texture ranging from innocent blonde bobs to sleek, deadly jet black. Next to them are cases of colored contact lenses and makeup palettes for skin tone changes. My outfits hang on a rail, nurse scrubs, high-end cocktail

I was not about to explain how he had found me in my most messy state. We got to the lab and my god,it was magnificent. The lab was brightly lit by fluorescent light bulbs fixed on its ceilings. They were so bright that it made the white walls of the lab bright. There were long black countertops and chairs arranged in rows. It had microscopes, centrifuges, spectrophotometers,, pipettes and a whole lot of equipments you could find in a well equipped biochem lab. Safety signs adorned the walls of the lab.I moved over to a cabinet.I opened it and saw that it was filled with chemicals and regents in plastic and glass bottles neatly labelled.

“That’ll be Number one lab.” We all filed through a door behind the reception desk and turned down a long corridor to our left. Number one lab was right at the far end of the corridor, at least two hundred metres away, but that was the way we had to go: there was only one entrance to the entire block. Security was all. On the way we had to pass through half a dozen doors, some opened automatically, others by handles fifteen inches long. Elbow handles. Considering the nature of the research that some of the Cobra Mist scientists were working on at any one time, it was a good idea to have both hands free all the time. We came to number one lab and DI Silver used his authority by asking t