Fatty walked out of Boswell's private research lab.
As soon as he emerged, the young researchers in the hall all paused their work and looked at him with eyes full of fervent admiration and respect.
Fatty hurriedly crossed the lab hall and stood in the identity verification zone at the entrance.
A blue beam of light scanned him from top to bottom from the curved projection at the top of the door. After automatic identification, the two silver metal doors silently slid open.
Upon stepping outside, Fatty immediately saw a graceful and slim silhouette standing quietly at the other end of the long corridor filled with guards.
The white checkered dress hugged her curvaceous body, and beneath the hem, a pair of straight, slender legs were captivating. Light pink high-heeled sandals revealed her perfectly fair, delicate feet.
