ANDREA’S POV
I don’t know if he learnt his lesson or because of Gina’s presence, but Caleb was perfectly professional the following day.
We were touring the Langley Pharmaceutical Plant to ascertain its suitability for the antidote production. Caleb hadn’t been exaggerating when he said he had a state-of-the-art facility.
Caleb had sent a car to pick us up, and because I didn’t trust our rental after it broke down on the way from the airport, I’d obliged. The car had taken us to the Langley Pharmaceutical Plant, where Caleb had met us at nine a.m. sharp.
He’d shown no signs of being affected by last night’s events, and I did the same, greeting him as politely and professionally as he’d greeted me.
He introduced us to the head scientist, Dr. Gunmein—who I was surprised to see was an Omega—and the four of us began the tour. First, we were taken on a brief safety protocol lecture by Dr. Gunmein and made to put on basic Personal Protective Equipment.