Chapter 7: Discovery
The dull halls of the Harper Pharmaceuticals stunned both Darien and Bobby into boredom. The corridor revealed nothing but doors that lead to several labs. In interest, Fawkes stared inside, and waved to the scientists working. One of the workers stared at him bizarrely, while punching a button that was planted across from the fire alarm. Before anything could be said, a stranger walked up to the two.
"Please, sirs...right this way." A mysterious man asked.
The two followed the male inside a humongous and quite elegant room. Delicate artwork hung on the dark, green walls. The president of the company, Scott Harper, was positioned at his desk. This desk was placed in the middle of the room. He diligently was working, writing reports and urgings to other big businesses. Staring up, he found the two agents sitting contiguous to him.
"You are?"
"Agents Bobby Hobbes and Darien Fawkes, we could like to ask you a few questions." Bobby alleged.
"What kind of questions?" The president wanted to know.
"About a patient named Sidney Miller." Darien said, his face filled with emptiness.
"Who?"
"Give it up. You know who we're talkin' about." Hobbes rolled his eyes, unconvinced at Harper's reaction. "Sydney Miller, the one that you're testing your little suicide pill on."
"That's preposterous. Harper Pharmaceuticals administer anti-depressant medication that is approved by the FDA. Whatever evidence suggesting otherwise is truly appalling."
"If you're innocent as much as you claim, then give us evidence to prove that." Fawkes glared at him.
The male at the desk, handed Darien a small folder, overflowing with information and diagrams.
"This will confirm that the medicine is safe for people to use. I don't know where you get these allegations, but I don't want to your faces around here…again. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yeah, just to let ya know, if we find that you've been makin' death pills, I swear to God I will come here and personally arrest you." Hobbes stood up and threatened in a low, but menacing tone in his voice.
The agents left shortly after, leaving Harper in a distressing dismay. Fiddling with his telephone, he dialed a few numbers with accurate speed. He awaited a response from the person he called.
"What is it?"
"We have a big situation on our hands. Two federal agents just came in and wanted to know if my company was selling unapproved drugs to some kid." Harper seemed to panic, "They don't have a connection between us but it's going to take some time for them to find evidence to prove that."
"Did they mention the name of the kid?" The voice demanded from him.
"Yeah, her name was Sydney Miller."
"Don't worry about it. Deny everything and I'll make sure no one else will bother you."