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A cleaning woman, judging by her simple costume, was walking down the corridor of the exterminator facility, which was, probably for a rare reason, almost empty, and would last for a long time since almost everyone had gone to the police station. In the badge identifying herself -Glenda- displayed on her chest, as soon as she saw the cart of her companion Malissa stopped at the door of the laboratory, she found it strange. -How strange," she murmured as she reached into the trolley and noticed that her broom and gloves were missing, "where are you, Malissa?

Then with my hand on the phone handle, I lift it up and press it against my ear. “Hello?” I close my eyes, bracing for the result. But I am not greeted by Dr Chase. It is someone else. “Hello. Is this Lily?” It is a woman’s voice and her tone is uneasy. I open my eyes and my lips curl down slightly. “Who is this?” “This is nurse Gloria from the Gleneagle Hospital’s lab department. We’re calling to apologize to all our clients. We won’t be able to send out any lab results conducted over the past three days.”

“South City pays your salaries. What do you think would happen if I charged you with obstruction of my work, or worse, disregard for my office?” The women blinked and immediately backed down. “Oh, I did not realize you trusted her so much,” Lizzy said, scratching the back of her head. “We are sorry, Miss.” “Just take me to her.” Mara must be scared out of her mind, not knowing what would happen to her. “That one is a fighter,” Macy warned. “She keeps threatening to drink some liquid she got from the lab if we did not leave her alone.” Nothing in that lab should be dangerous to humans.

With a childish grin, he pushed it open and allowed her to walk in ahead of him. The room was larger than she would have expected, with a number of stainless-steel workstations, all with microscopes, computers and an array of tools and equipment she had never seen before. The walls were encased in frosted glass panels which allowed light to filter through, but no spectators to see in. Above each workstation hung a large florescent light and the half dozen workers turned to watch them approach, all in hospital type lab coats. Their shoes were hidden with blue covers and they wore dark blue gloves and white masks over their noses and mouths. Sandra smiled. It looked like something straight out

We reach the final row and see a group huddling around a single chair. "Our most recent chip mockup is being soldered as we speak." Ross shoos the gawkers, to reveal a woman with dark hair flowing from a high ponytail. Her lab coat kisses the floor, right next to her pink heels. "The changes you requested will soon be in place." Pride wells up in my chest. Sofia.

Bella's POV My testing room was filled with scents of rose and crushed vanilla, mingling with the sharper notes of acetone and oils that always clung to the air. Stainless steel counters gleamed under the lights, every surface lined with jars, droppers, palettes, and trays. My team of chemists and testers, mostly women, but with a few men sprinkled in, gathered around the central table. This room was always my favorite in the entire Belle's Beauty headquarters. I leaned forward, fingers brushing over a tray of sample lipsticks arranged neatly in labeled tubes.

No questions about the three hooded figures she'd had smuggled through the servant's entrance wrapped in merchant's cloaks. The laboratory was hers alone. Had been for years. The court believed it was a stillroom—herbs, tinctures, the harmless domestic chemistry of a queen who had too much grief and not enough to occupy her hands. None of them had ever been inside. The shamans didn't speak when they entered. They moved to the central table and began unpacking without instruction. Small clay vessels. Bundles of dried things she couldn't name. A mortar worn smooth by decades of use. And the silver—pure, refined, already ground to powder so fine it caught the candlelight like breath.

That doesn’t look too good but it won’t stop the party. The next station is streaming live, a blonde woman in a white suit in a split screen. While the other split screen has medium sizes of gift boxes with red ribbons tied on them. A man in a laboratory coat picks a box and opens it with his sanitised gloves, he shows a red potion bottle.