“Sorry,” I smile. I can’t hide much from this lady, that’s for sure. I cross my legs the other way, relieved that I don’t feel any trace of moisture.
My staff and I are working on a break-through medicine that we are confident will stop Alzheimer’s dead in it’s tracks.
That’s when the young woman realized, it wasn’t a drum but footsteps of some gigantic creature. It grew and grew, the timing of each step matching the rhythm of her pounding heart.
I began explaining. That was the easy part. Seeing the expression of displeasure appear on her attractive face as I spoke did nothing to boost my confidence. “Are you sure you didn’t push the wrong button?” I sighed.