Irreparable - Hannibal Lecter

005 Cardinals

Emily rushed through the entrance of the FloraGen Labs building in Colombia Maryland, her gaze fixed ahead.

Today, the sprawling lobby that greeted her went largely unnoticed. The grandeur of the space, with its sleek modern furnishings and ever-rotating vibrant botanical artwork, became mere background noise in her focused state. Yet, as she hurried past, she couldn't help but absorb the ambient hum of the artificial lighting that lined the walls, casting a soft glow over the polished marble floors beneath her rushing feet.

As Emily brushed past the doors towards the reception desk, her peripheral vision caught glimpses of the tastefully arranged seating areas.  Most days those seats where empty, but now, a man dressed in a simple suit was waiting impatiently, nestled between two large potted ferns. His foot tapping the floor as he scanned the files in front of him with a stern eye. 
'Goodmorning Marie,' Emily greeted the receptionist as she held out her badge in front of her. 
'Morning sweetheart,' she replied as she pushed the button to the electric doors further along the hall, 'promise we get coffee today?' the woman said. With practiced ease, Emily fastened the badge to her pristine lab coat.
'Coffee. Not today. Soon. And also cake. My treat Marie.' Emily replied.

Carrying her binder securely under her arm, Emily weaved through the familiar corridors of the lab beyond the automatic door. Glass-walled offices revealed snippets of her colleagues' dedicated work. Finally, she arrived at the elevator doors, feeling a wave of relief wash over her.
Releasing a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, she stepped inside. As the doors closed, Emily glanced at her reflection in the polished metal doors. Her appearance revealed the signs of her hurried state—flushed cheeks, a hint of perspiration. She adjusted her grip on the binder, swept a few loose strands of hair from her face, and took a moment to collect herself.

The elevator ascended, floor by floor, carrying Emily closer to her destination. Looking at her reflection Emily silentry rehearsed her presentation, the words flowing like a well-practiced melody as she visualized herself standing confidently before her colleagues.

As the elevator chimed, signaling her arrival on the sixth floor, the doors slid open, revealing the long hallway that led to the offices of the head researchers. Pausing in the hallways, Emily's face brightened with relief as she spotted Dr. Anderson, waiting for her in the natural light streaming in through large windows. He was a striking man with salt and pepper hair, reflecting the years he had over her, yet he exuded a relaxed air of experience, dressed in his usual too casual for work attire. He extended a warm cup toward her, a gesture of his support.

"Good morning, Emily," he said
Emily offered a grateful smile as she accepted the coffee, the warmth radiating through the cup and into her hands. Eager for the caffeine boost, she brought the cup to her lips, momentarily ignoring the slight burn against her tongue.
'Goodmorning Mark.' Dr. Anderson leaned against the hallway wall, his concerned eyes fixed on Emily's flushed appearance. Sensing his worry, Emily took another grateful sip, savoring the rich flavor as it awakened her senses.
"Emily, you look flushed. Are you alright?" Mark asked, his voice laced with genuine care. Emily nodded, with a half-smile she replied. "I'm just a bit overwhelmed with everything today. This presentation is weighing on my mind."

Mark reached out, gently placing a supportive hand on her shoulder. "You'll be fine, Emily. You've done this sort of thing before, haven't you?"
She paused, taking a deep breath, her mind momentarily transported to past successful presentations.
"Yes, but nothing quite as groundbreaking as this," she admitted to her colleauque, her voice tinged with a mix of excitement and nerves.
Dr. Anderson's reassuring smile widened as he squeezed her shoulder gently. his touch was welcome and her shoulders slightly relaxed under his hand "Well, take a deep breath right now, and remember, I'll be there to help you along the way. You've got this."
''I appreciate that.'' They stood in a comfortable silence as the finished their coffee, enjoying the glow of the sun that came bearing in via the large windows.  

A sense of calm washed over Emily. The weight on her shoulders lightened, replaced by a newfound confidence. She finished her coffee, savoring the last drops, before setting the cup aside as she glanced at her watch.
Just as she prepared to leave for the conference toom the sound of the elevator doors opening drew their attention. The Director of the lab walked out, accompanied by a visitor Emily had glimpsed waiting downstairs.

"Mrs. Stanton," Director called out, his voice carrying a tone of importance. Confusion flickered across Emily's face as she tried to comprehend the unexpected turn of events.
"This is Agent Jack Crawford from the FBI. He has some questions regarding a specific type of plant that was found at a crime scene. We believe your expertise could be of great help in understanding its significance." Jack Crawford reached out to shake her hand. Taken aback by suprise her reaction was delayed as she hesitated to shake his hand.
''Our own labs are quite busy at the moment I am afraid, and not as versed into botany as you may expect.'' He said, his handshake firm. Determined. 

With a mix of practiced diplomacy, Emily addressed the director, her voice carrying a hint of concern. "I understand the importance of assisting in this investigation, but I've invested significant time and effort in preparing for my presentation today. Is there any way we can find a solution that allows me to fulfill my commitment while still providing assistance to Agent Crawford?" The director paused for a moment, considering Emily's request before speaking. "I believe Dr. Anderson has closely followed your research and is well-versed in the subject matter, am I correct?" he asked, glancing at Mark who stood beside Emily.
Emily nodded. She knew she could rely on Mark to deliver the presentation effectively, but a part of her longed to be the one standing before her colleagues, sharing her groundbreaking research. The thought of giving up that opportunity caused a pang of sadness.

Sensing Emily's internal struggle, Mark stepped forward, his reassuring presence offering a sense of comfort in the midst of her conflicted emotios. "I can take care of the presentation, Dr. Stanton," he stated, his tone now formal and composed. The shift in his speech caught Emily off guard, as she was accustomed to his more casual demeanor.
"I appreciate your offer, Dr. Anderson," Emily responded, a tinge of defeat evident in her voice as she handed over her binder. She wished him luck, but knew that her research and hard work would be in capable hands with him.

Leading Director Pierce and Agent Crawford through the corridors, Emily guided them to her office, which was just a short distance away. As they entered, the pristine space greeted them, with neatly organized shelves, a polished desk, and an air of professionalism. However, amidst the professional atmosphere, glimpses of Emily's personal touch were evident. Trinkets from her travels adorned the shelves, showcasing her love for exploration and culture. Behind her desk, a bookcase stood, filled with books on botany and various other subjects that she enjoyed during her lunch breaks. Though not prominently displayed, Agent Crawford couldn't help but notice the diverse collection of literature.

Atop the bookcase, a vase of vibrant flowers caught Jack Crawford's attention. He motioned towards the vase, curiosity piqued. "Cardinal Flowers?" he inquired. Emily's face lit up as she shut the door to her office, creating a more private setting.
"Yes, they are," she replied. "Native to Maryland. They make for an unusual bouquet, don't you think?" Jack nodded, recalling their presence in their garden. "Indeed, they have their benefits. Keeps the deer away." Emily leaned forward, sharing an additional piece of knowledge. "Some species are toxic to pets and people as well."

Taking her seat behind her desk, Emily gestured for Director Pierce and Agent Crawford to sit in the chairs opposite her, signaling the start of their meeting.