She stared at the phone for a moment. Then she typed a message to him with her email address.
She would forward the records to Dr. Harrison. She would keep her promise.
But she did not have to be friendly about it.
Veyra forwarded Xander’s medical records to Dr. Harrison.
Then she called him.
He answered on the second ring. "Mrs. Thorne! I was just about to call you."
His voice was excited. Upbeat. Veyra felt her own mood lift.
"Good news?" she asked.
"Excellent news. Ever since I released news of the SN1818 collaboration opportunity, my phone has not stopped ringing." He laughed. "Hundreds of companies have contacted me. Hundreds, Mrs. Thorne."
Veyra’s jaw dropped. "Hundreds?"
"At least. Pharmaceutical companies. Biotech firms. Investment groups. Everyone wants a piece of your serum."
She sat down on the edge of the bed. Her mind raced.
"I knew it was valuable," she said. "But hundreds?"
"The market for a portable cardiac arrest treatment is enormous. Every ambulance. Every hospital. Every clinic. Your serum could save thousands of lives a year. Millions over time."
Veyra shook her head. She could not process the numbers.
Dr. Harrison continued. "I have already shortlisted five companies. The best of the best. Financially stable. Ethically sound. With the resources to manufacture and distribute SN1818 at scale."
"That’s... that’s amazing."
"I have arranged meetings with each of them. We will discuss terms. Equity. Royalties. Control." He paused. "I would like you to be present. Your input is essential."
Veyra nodded, even though he could not see her. "Of course. When?"
"I was thinking tonight. But you mentioned not wanting to interrupt your training schedule."
Veyra smiled. He remembered. "Yes. I train during the day. I can meet in the evenings."
"Then tomorrow evening. At Bordeaux 101. The same table."
Veyra’s smile faded. Bordeaux 101. Eighteen thousand for lunch. She had already spent too much there.
But she could not say no. The meetings were too important.
"Fine," she said. "Tomorrow evening."
Dr. Harrison’s voice was warm. "Excellent. I will send you the details. Also, Mrs. Thorne, two of the shortlisted candidates are particularly promising. One is a Mr. Lala. The other is a Mr. Sonny."
Veyra’s blood went cold.
"Sonny?" she repeated.
"Yes. Mr. Sonny. He runs a medium-sized pharmaceutical company. Very reputable. Very interested in your serum."

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