"Clack—" After bypassing multiple security layers, the heavy iron door slowly swung open.
Theia sat with her back to them, entirely indifferent to whoever had just walked in.
That was until Juniper spoke. "She's the one you claim is on par with Dr. Nocturne?"
"Exactly," Corvus replied, standing right beside her. "If she hadn't intentionally sabotaged the data all those years ago, Albia Country's Gene Modification Project would have been completed. Miss Specter, if we successfully finalize this genetic research, we will dictate the future of human evolution."
"Gene Modification Project?" Juniper stared at her mother's back, her heart violently hammering against her ribs, though she kept a relaxed, predatory smile on her face. "Sounds intriguing."
"However…" Juniper trailed off, her voice lowering into a silky drawl. "Dr. Nocturne mentioned that Dr. Sommers isn't exactly the cooperative type. Why wouldn't anyone jump at such an incredible opportunity?"
With that, she sauntered into the room, her long legs carrying her around the chair until she was standing directly in front of Theia. "I wonder if I might have the honor of picking Dr. Sommers' brain?"
Theia kept her eyes firmly shut, completely unresponsive.
Juniper didn't push it. Instead, she glanced over her shoulder at Corvus. "Mind if I have a moment alone with her?"
Corvus scowled, visibly reluctant.
"If you actually knew how to handle her, your project wouldn't have been stalled for years," Juniper stated, tearing his ego down with effortless precision. "If she was capable of succeeding back then, she's definitely capable of it now. Since whatever you're doing clearly isn't working, let me take a crack at it. We're both women. Maybe we can find some common ground."
"Fine," Corvus agreed after a brief mental calculation. Then his tone dropped into a warning. "Just don't lay a finger on her."

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