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Marshall, and Jack."

"Right. You guys are the ones who thought up PaceIC."

"That was Dr. Foster," Jess, Marshall, and Jack said at once.

"It was a team effort," Thea said quietly.

"Bullshit. Sorry, Dr. Foster, but you know that's not true," Marshall said. He stomped his high-heeled
foot for emphasis. Dr. Scrye raised his eyebrows. "You did something like ninety-eight-point-nine-nine
percent of the work. We just sort of cleaned up after you."

"A gross exaggeration," she told Scrye.

"Don't youdare belittle your efforts toward the greatest medical breakthrough of the decade to save our
jobs," Jessica snapped.

"Yikes, y'all need to take a chill pill," Scrye said, holding his hands up, palm out, in a gesture that
soothed no one. "First of all, I'm ninety-eight-point-nine-nine percent sure that nobody in this room is out
of a job. I mean, I gotta meet with Dr. Foster on some stuff, but I'm sure we'll figure everything out."

The team looked at Scrye, then at Thea, who could hardly contain her irritation. Not only did she loathe
tedious meetings, their new boss had as much as told her that she'd need to agree to whatever he wished
if she wanted to keep her team.

And the hell of it was, she would.


Chapter Two
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James followed Thea Foster to her office. He was nervous as hell, and hoped to cover it up with the
usual Hyper Boy Genius Bullshit.

He'd known what Thea looked like, of course; he'd memorized her personnel file and seen her employee
ID photo. But the scowling bespectacled face in the picture gave no clue that Dr. Thea Foster was a
stone knockout, nor did it hint at the woman's sheer presence.

Foster was tall, almost as tall as he wasтАФat six-foot-two, Jimmy didn't run into a lot of ladies who could
look him in the eye. She had the darkest, glossiest hair he'd ever seenтАж it tumbled past her shoulders,
and curls escaped the headband she wore and fell across her forehead.

Her eyes were a bottomless brown, so dark they were nearly as black as her irises. So dark, when she
looked at him he thought he could feel himself falling into her gaze.

Her skin was pale, like most people who spent their days in labs, but instead of the washed-out fishbelly
white he expected, her skin was porcelain perfection, except for the beauty mark riding the bow of her