Catching Cold Vol 3 - Judgment

Lem Moyé

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Damaged in their pursuits of remedies for the industry, three intrepid workers plow ahead, until a public health debacle of unprecedented proportion forces their work to the forefront. The world holds its breath
Dr. Jon DeLeon, CEO of CiliCold, Meredith Doucette ex-CEO of Triple S Pharmaceuticals and Olivia Steadman, ex-regulator for Tanner Pharmaceuticals independently pursue ambitious plans to rein in a pharmaceutical industry that is out of control. The war is waged on the scientific, litigious, and legislative fields. CiliCold discovers the chemical language cells used to communicate with each other, and implementing nanotechnology and molecular machines, engages the cell’s own protein production process. While Olivia develops sweeping legislation in Congress, Meredith takes the unprecented step as a CEO of testifying against her own company. Damaged in their pursuits of remedies for the industry, they plow ahead, until a public health debacle of unprecedented proportion forces their work to the forefront. The world holds its breath…

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• Fiction
• Suspense
• Thrillers

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• Publié par: Trafford Publishing
• Date de parution: 29 mars 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781698714257
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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Books by Lem Moyé
• Statistical Reasoning in Medicine: The Intuitive P–Value Pr imer
• Difference Equations with Public Health Applications (with Asha S. Kapadia)
• Multiple Analyses in Clinical Trials: Fundamentals for Investiga tors
• Finding Your Way in Science. How to combine character, compassion, and productivity in your research ca reer
• Probability and Statistical Inference: Applications, Computations, and Solutions (with Asha S. Kapadia and Wen Chan)
• Statistical Monitoring of Clinical Trials: Fundamentals for Investiga tors
• Statistical Reasoning in Medicine: The Intuitive P–Value Primer- 2 nd Edi tion
• Face to Face with Katrina’s Survivors: A First Responder’s Tri bute
• Elementary Bayesian Biostatis tics
• Saving Grace – A N ovel
• Weighing the Evidence: Duality, Set, and Measure Theory in Clinical Rese arch
• Probability and Measure in Public He alth
• Finding Your Way in Science. How to combine character, compassion, and productivity in your research career. 2 nd edi tion
• Catching Cold Se ries
º Vol. 1: Breakthr ough
º Vol. 2: Redemp tion
º Vol 3: Judg ment
Catching Cold Vol 3 - Judgment
 
 
 
 
 
LEM MOYÉ
 
 
 
 
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CONTENTS
A Day for Losing Jobs
Singing Out of the Window
Loved a Lifetime
Saying Everything with No Words
Chaos of the Universe
Her Song
Learn Their Language
See You in Hell
A-E-I-O-U
Make Friends
Water Balloon
Playlists
Remember This Day
ROI
Thrown from the Saddle
Swimming in the Same Lake
Open Carry
Take Them Down
Ahead of You
Good Women Must Be Animals
Every Way, Anyway You Can
Fight it Out, Anyway You Can
Ascension
Not Dead Yet
New York Chronicle
Mellifluent Ineptitude
Unlocked
Double Play
No Better Chance
Saltiness
Whiplash
Nationalize
Two Masters
Raven
Fog
Honor
Conscience of the King
Molmacs
Let’s Make Mistakes
Crushing
Burning Bright
Redlines
Receptor Space
Rumblings
One More Fan
Chasing the Sun
Bowling
Kids These Days
Alcatraz
Federalist Papers
Men Being Men
Note in a Song
Eyes Wanting to Be Blind
Zip Codes
Note to Self
Evidence
New Year’s Eve, 2019
The Light of Life
New Words, New Worlds
Endogenous Production
Mission Creep
What Have We Done?
Beating Hearts, Beating Hearts
Tomcat
9:03 AM
Back on the Record at 10:04 AM
Let’s Play Three
Wypo ć To
Hawkeye
Domination
Eating Our Own
Screams
Bleating
Charades
Rancid Butter
Little Fella
Beehive
Let What You Want to Be, Be You
Approval
Let Fly
Umpire
Pariah
Two Hours Later
Chambers
I’ll Make the Call
Passed Over
Visigoths
Non-Utilis
Where?
A DAY FOR LOSING JOBS
11:02 AM EDT April 4, 2017
Dover, Dela ware
SSS headquar ters
32 minutes post-detona tion
M eredith Doucette lifted her head.
A severed hand bearing a wedding band on its pale, ring finger rested on her stomach.
The Triple-S CEO exhaled, collapsing back on the freezing, metal gurney. The falling drizzle, twisting and blowing in the fluorescent light, soaked the cold sheet covering her.
A face appeared above her.
She vomited into it.
“I am the CEO here,” she sputtered. “Tell me what happ—”
“And I’m the czarina of the Russian empire,” the towering woman said as she laughed, wiping her own face with a towel wet with rain and blood.
“You’ll be going to surgery soon, Ms. CEO.” She reached for a new cloth, cleaned Meredith’s face, and wiped the CEO’s head and neck with soft, gentle strokes.
“I don’t know a thing, much less who you are. The doctor will see you soon, but right now we need to get you to the hospital to control your ble—”
The CEO’s stomach clenched as a shooting pain flew up her left leg, the spasm leaving her breathless. Her mouth opened, but no sound emerged.
With a pinch of a needle in her arm, she closed her eyes.
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The finger prods, like rifle butts, jabbed her awake.
“What’s your name?” demanded the grating voice.
“I’m . . .” Meredith paused, fighting to collect herself. “I am Ms. Doucette, CEO of SSS.”
She looked into the face of an overweight, pale man, his sweat dripping down on her.
He belched and then smiled, “I heard that story from an orderly. What a sense of humor after what’s happened. Do you have any discomfort?”
Anger consumed her as the executive meeting and its tension jumped back into her. No, I feel great. Where’s my bicycle ? The CEO closed her eyes, taking a slow deep breath. Why doesn’t my arm hurt? And the leg pain is gone.
She looked up to see the IV bottle dangling from the metal rod above her.
“Not really. Whatever you have given me is making a difference, and I’m thankful for that. What happened?”
The man nodded. “I am Louis Simmons, PA. There was an explosion on the twenty-ninth floor of your building. Looks like a bomb blast. Lots of shrapnel. Many people were hurt.”
She saw him look at her hand that was now in an ice-filled plastic bag, sitting like a companion.
“Including you, I’m afraid.”
“Please tell me, sir, who was injured.”
Meredith watched as he shook his heavy head back and forth.
“Don’t know much, and I couldn’t tell you anyway. Not just to you. To anybody. HIPAA rules.” He shrugged.
Meredith, heart pounding, struggled to sit up. “Listen to me. I’ve been the CEO of this company for years. Many of these people who were hurt were friends of mine. For some of them, I was the only family they had. I need to know now so that I can help—”
“Well, I may lose my job if I tell you too much.”
She almost jumped off the gurney. “I probably already lost mine. This is a day for losing jobs. Let’s just move on with it, shall we?”
The man stepped back. “If you were a real CEO, I wouldn’t need to explain it to you.”
She saw him turn and walk off. What am I goin g to —
“Ms. Doucette.”
“Monica.”
The head of SSS Safety came into view above her. Short black hair and large brown eyes sat above a dour mouth.
“You’re okay, dear?” the CEO asked.
“Yes. Just a cut on my leg that may need a stitch. How do you fee—”
The CEO watched as Monica looked down at the hand and gasped.
Meredith did her best to smile. “What? You think it’s going to drag you off to hell or something? Monica, I need you to focus. Someone said that it was a bomb. How bad?”
“It destroyed the twenty-ninth floor.”
“Injuries.”
“Dead and injured.”
Meredith closed her eyes.
The CEO’s head pounded. “The deaths, Monica.”
“We only have preliminary information,” the safety director said, closing her eyes. “Dr. Stennis died, as well as the entire clinical trial leadership team.”
“Jasper?”
“Surviving so far, but his left leg was in pieces under his wheelchair.” The safety leader shivered.
“You’re doing fine, Monica,” Meredith said, trying and failing to get her right hand over to reach and console her.
“The doctors said that they were going to amputate.” Monica looked up and down the outdoor makeshift corridor that held several patients. “He’s in surgery now.”
Meredith shook her head. “That wasn’t even the leg that has hurt him for so long.” She closed and then opened her eyes. “How about Nita?” she said, referring to her chief financial officer. “Is the baby okay?”
“Yes, and Nita’s alive but—”
“And?”
“She took the brunt of the shrapnel in her face. She will need multiple surgeries. And—”
“Yes?”
“She’s blind, Ms. Doucette.”
Meredith passed out.
SINGING OUT OF THE WINDOW
“I get nervous up here,” Olivia said, shivering.
“I bet you do.” Kevin Wells drove the new blue Infiniti up the highway into the Superstition Mountains, forty miles east of Phoenix.
“What happened to us a year ago was a ‘one-off’, but I still think on it.”
He turned to his girlfriend, expecting her eyes to be fixed straight ahead, unblinking and lost in the horror of what Siphod had attempted that afternoon.
But she seemed easy, flowing, lost in the scenery.
Lots had changed in the past months. He raised his eyebrows.
“This is so Jon.” She turned to her boyfriend.
“How does he seem to you, Kev?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never seen him without money woes