Catching Cold Vol 2 - Redemption

Lem Moyé

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The world wants nothing from the bad, demanding instead the ultimate sacrifice of the good.
The story of Dr. Jon DeLeon and his reconstituted CiliCold team continues. Deflecting SSS Pharmaceuticals from Dr. DeLeon’s immunology work, CiliCold escapes to a hidden research environment. There, the intrepid group takes a heart stopping chance and make an explosive discovery, shocking the world while infuriating SSS with their defiance. As SSS writhes in the agony of its CEO who despises what the company has become, Cassie Rhodes, loyal Triple-S lead attorney, defects to CiliCold. There, healing after Cristen’s rending suicide, she finds her home as an industry terrorist closes in…

Sujets

• Thrillers
• Suspense
• Fiction

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• Publié par: Trafford Publishing
• Date de parution: 17 novembre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781698713403
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 2 Mo

Extrait

Other books by Lem Moyé
• Statistical Reasoning in Medicine: The Intuitive P-Value Primer
• Difference Equations with Public Health Applications (with Asha S. Kapadia)
• Multiple Analyses in Clinical Trials: Fundamentals for Investigators
• Finding Your Way in Science. How to Combine Character, Compassion, and Productivity in Your Research Career
• Probability and Statistical Inference: Applications, Computations, and Solutions (with Asha S. Kapadia and Wen Chan)
• Statistical Monitoring of Clinical Trials: Fundamentals for Investigators
• Statistical Reasoning in Medicine: The Intuitive P-Value Primer Second Edition
• Face to Face with Katrina’s Survivors: A First Responder’s Tribute
• Elementary Bayesian Biostatistics
• Saving Grace—A Novel
• Weighing the Evidence: Duality, Set, and Measure Theory in Clinical Research
• Probability and Measure in Public Health
• Finding Your Way in Science: How to Combine Character, Compassion, and Productivity in Your Research Career Second Edition
• Catching Cold Series
о Volume 1: Breakthrough
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Catching Cold Vol 2 - Redemption
LEM MOYÉ

 
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ISBN: 978-1-6987-1339-7 (sc) ISBN: 978-1-6987-1341-0 (hc) ISBN: 978-1-6987-1340-3 (e)
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CONTENTS
Marks on Her Mind
Get Ready for Different
Steel to the End
The What and When of Things
Hanging a Career
Regime Change
A Life You Don’t Hate
Inner Light
Quiver
Turnabout
Life for a Friend
Burning the Junk Away
Reborn
Running for Life
Misbehave
Headed to Hell with You
Last Place to Look
Hay in the Haystack
Flypaper
Welcoming
Spinning the Ball
Headlock
For Old Times’ Sake
Prison Garb I
Essence
Nobody
Prison Garb II
Glove on the Hand
Kekulé
Knockout Blow
Hanged
Outlaws
Coming Days
GNU
Up to Us
Singing Songs
Redline
Die to Live
Death House
Wolf in the Fold
Absorption
Small Rates, Big Samples
This Is What That Looks Like
Heart Tasting
Train Song
Extraction
Fly Head
Sparky
Deviled Egg
Spock Was Wrong
Rooted Out
Always the Duckets
Idiot Savants
Sweet Baby, Nasty Girl
Power Failure
In My Hand
IP
Medieval Land
Dirty Foot
Get the Hell to Work
Rogue Wave
Thunderclap of Life
Luck of the Irish
A King Henry Thing
Worthy
Home
In a Bad Way
One Word
Prejudice
Send
Signs
The Whole World
Mess of Life
Antifa on the March
World Needs a Break
Ten Million Years
Madge Oberholtzer
A Job’s a Job
As If
Aim
April 4: Queens’ Sacrifice
 
Epilogue: “City of New Orleans”

What would you trade yourself for?

The world wants nothing of the bad, demanding instead the ultimate sacrifice from the good.
MARKS ON HER MIND
“T wenty-seven million dollars?”
New thoughts from a spirit, now vibrant and prowling, compelled Meredith Doucette to action, pulling her with hungry ferocity to some unknown destination.
“This can’t be right,” she said.
“Yes, it is, Meredith,” her chief financial officer said, standing before her tall boss, mentor, and friend. “Your annual compensation is $27,540,400.07, plus bonuses, which increase it another 40 percent.”
Meredith’s breath caught. The CEO of Triple S Pharmaceuticals understood that she made serious money. CEOs raked it in all the time. That was part of the expectation of the community, the American capitalism accelerant, leaving poorer America behind. She just hadn’t seen it put so plainly before.
The CEO closed her eyes. This was all so much easier when she, wounded and disoriented, simply acceded to consensus.
Sure, she rose over the last fifteen years to be CEO.
But at what cost? she asked herself.
Fearless, but an emotional cripple. A corporate heart zombie.
And here she was, chased by an empowered spirit.
Chased by herself.
It pursued her for a year, not letting her sleep, leaving its mark on her mind.
And finally, it captured her.
Commanded her.
And this new powerful thing just didn’t care about the rules.
GET READY FOR DIFFERENT
“T ake a look at this,” Meredith said, handing a one-page document to Nita Laghari, her chief financial officer.
“You’re the only one who’s seen it.”
Meredith watched Nita’s hand jump to her mouth as she read it.
“Meredith, you can’t.” She collapsed onto the brown sofa across from the desk in the CEO’s austere office.
The CEO turned away. “It’s my money. Of course I can.”
Meredith turned back in a moment, waiting as her CFO collected herself, then walked over to sit on the sofa next to her confused subordinate.
“Listen, what you want to do is not illegal,” Nita said, adjusting her scarlet hijab. “But why send this?”
“To announce my intent.”
“Why? Just take your salary and give it to your archdiocese, or distribute it across several charities.”
Meredith sighed. “I have done that. People know what I do with my money. The point is to involve SSS in a positive way. By returning my salary to the company, I will invigorate our charity work, which right now is on financial life support.”
Meredith leaned back on the sofa and rubbed her eyes. “I think that we will need a board of external advisers who’ll direct our contributions.” She shook her head, putting her hands down. “I’m afraid that our internal people don’t have the right frame of mind to run this.”
Nita looked at her. “What frame of mind is that?”
“A ‘giving’ one.”
“Will you pay them?” the CFO asked, leaning back into the sofa.
Meredith’s lips stiffened. “No.”
“Uh-huh.” Nita pursed her lips. “Meredith, you have over forty-three thousand employees working for you. They look to you for strength. For direction. By sending this letter, aren’t you telling them to alter tack to follow you? A ‘go thou and do likewise’ kind of thing?”
The CEO smiled. “Thanks for mixing the ‘anchors aweigh’ and ‘New Testament’ metaphors.”
Nita laughed. “I’ve tried to learn some. I know you are fond of your time in the navy.
“And not to hit this too hard,” Nita said, now in a softer voice, “you are by yourself, right? The death of your husband, Geoff, and your sons, has left you alone and independently wealthy.”
“Nine one one’s curse.”
“My point is,” Nita said, now leaning forward, “that you don’t need your SSS salary, right?”
Meredith sat silent, her spirit helplessly watching the logical arguments detonate in her heart.
“Your employees here are not in the same position,” Nita reminded her, placing a hand on Meredith’s shoulder. “They have ill parents who need nursing facilities. Spouses with strokes. Children with cancer who want to go to college. All with house and car payments. They need their money, and for all you know, they already donate to charities. So what message are you sending them, ‘give more’?
“And what happens,” Nita added, leaning closer to her boss and friend, “to those who don’t donate? This is a paranoid culture. Are you out to get them?”
“Nita,” Meredith said, looking at her, “this letter does not transmit that.”
“It’s not what it transmits,” the CFO said, softening her voice. “It’s the message the reader receives.”
Meredith stirred on the sofa. “I think it’s fair to say that all of our employees are well compensated and therefore can deal with the concerns and difficulties they have with some financial discipline.”
Nita shook her head. “That sounds like a stiff-necked press release, but OK.” She leaned forward again. “We’re dancing around the real point, aren’t we? What you really want to do is to change people’s hearts.”
Meredith’s voice rose. “I want to change the selfish culture here. Show our people a different way.”
“Same thing. Look, you have a powerful moral compass. It wasn’t always so obvious, but clearly you are in touch with your convictions now. In fact, you bristle when someone pushes against it these days, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“You get defiant,” Nita said, sitting up. “I get that. Well, might not your employees do the same thing? Who’s to say your convictions best theirs? Are you omniscient now as well? They do different things with their money. Are they criminals because they look at life differently? They’re not unethical. Make your own decision about your own money, Meredith, but leave them out of this.”
The CEO stood, walked to her desk, then turned around, sighing.
“As always, Nita, your points are dead-on, and your logic is”—she put her hands up—“unassailable. Jan,” she called into the intercom, “can you come in here please?”
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