Chapter 15: A taste of your own medicine
Maxwell was at his fucking limit.
A week had gone by without his people being able to find a goddamn thing and he was ready to fucking go to his parents for help.
He hadn't originally wanted to, since it would reveal Andrew to them, and they could then use that as blackmail against him to do their bidding, but this was getting dire.
Andrew's ex was a really fucking piece of work.
She was a very talented scientist, but she was insane. She'd been kicked out of several labs because she had a rather grandiose idea, and had tried to execute said idea without concern for those involved.
The files he'd had to secretly gain access to were insane, and the plan she had? Even crazier.
The only reason she was working at Andrew's soon to be old workplace was because her aunt was on the board of directors. Her aunt was also in charge of her, so ideally she would have been able to keep an eye on her.
That was clearly not the case.
At first, Maxwell hadn't thought that Andrew's ex had kidnapped him. At least, not really. Why would anyone think that? Maybe she was just being helpful, you know, making sure Andrew got somewhere safe. But as time continued to pass, and more hours creeped by, Maxwell knew something was wrong.
Dr, Tracey Williams was a smart woman. She had one degree, and it was involved in making medicine. Medicine she had been quietly fired for making without company guidance, with company funds, and tested on company people without their permission. Several times. Why would she want to do such a thing?
She wanted to defy god, as she had put it.