"Mary Janice Davidson - Delightful Deception" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davidson Mary Janice)

"Youmust be worried," Jessica teased. "I don't think you've ever used the word, much less felt the
emotion. Our IQ."

Only Jessica could get away with the Ice Queen thing, though others had tried. Thea was well aware that
she came across as aloof. OK, cold. OK, frozen like Antarctica during a rough winter. She gave not a
rat's ass. Results were what counted. If people called her IQ behind her back, that was fine. The
important thing was that the work got done and into the field, to maximize aid.

NotAnodyne's bottom line, though the former CEO had disagreed with her on that one. And where was
he now? Facing charges of conspiracy to kidnap, among other things.

It was almost enough to make her grin. Twice in one day!

"Well, what did you find out about our new fearless leader?" Thea asked, pretending she hadn't been up
until 3:30 A.M. researching the hell out of Scrye.

Her team chimed in with answers, but nothing new: Born in Southern Pines, North Carolina. Orphaned
at sixteen via a house fire, got his MD at nineteen after only three years, started his first biofirm at
twenty-two, sold it for billions at twenty-five, made a practice of rescuing ailing biotech firms and turning
them around. Today was his twenty-ninth birthday.

"Maybe he'll fire us all as a b-day present to himself," Marshall said gloomily.

Thea scowled at him over the tops of her glasses. "None of that, Miss Marshall."

As always, her cross-dressing research tech brightened when she referred to him in the feminine tense.
"Sorry, Dr. Foster." Marshall fiddled with his pearls. "It's justтАФOK, I get that our shares are pretty much
in the toilet now, but I really like this job. I wasn't here to get rich and move onтАж Ilike it here, OK? I
wanted to stay and do stuff. I don't want to be looking for work. I mean, jeezтАж" Now he was actually
nibbling on the necklace in his agitation. "You're the only boss I've ever had who lets me dress up for
work."

"I'm sure it won't come to anything like that," she said automatically, but of course she was in no way
certain. Scrye could fire them all and start over. Or he could fire half of them and rebuild the other half.
Or he could leave things as they were. It was anyone's guess. And her research hadn't helped her
formulate a plan, which was frustrating. What would a twenty-nine-year-old former prodigy do with
them? "I think the best thing to do isтАФ"

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Thea covered her eyes. "Oh, dear God."

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 "Jeez, I forgot about Central being Marilyn today," Jack said innocently, which was an utter lie, as his
cousin was the head of the IT department.

The door slid open, and a tail, balding man entered. He was dressed, surprisingly, in a sober black suit,
with a light blue shirt and a blue bow tie with white polka dots. He looked more like a librarian than a hip
young doctor.