Regan.
Friday. One day later…
"Delores, send word for this product to be approved. It's something that would save our face, after the fiasco with the serum." I instruct my assistant.
There's a treatment, which would help people suffering from certain nut allergies, to maintain high immunity. The scientists just concluded testing the product on 20 subjects and the results are significantly great. It would help boost the name of HST, and dad would be off my tail.
Delores goes about the task, and I continue to watch the demonstration absently. My mind is barely here these days. Am thinking a lot of Rita. I haven't heard from her. No response to my calls. Nor my chats. I can believe am missing her presence. A girl I didn't see for years.
My phone rings, and I pick it. It's mum. I frown, stepping out of the room to answer the call.
"Hi mum." I greet.
"Hi, Baby. How have you been? To believe we're both here in LA and I barely see you." She accuses. I chuckle.
