Dr. Rahman,a tall and tanned middle-aged man with glasses set atop his balding head, led them through rows of lab benches, filled with beakers, test tubes, and various chemical compounds. The air was thick with the smell of chemicals, and the sound of bubbling reactions filled the room. Kyle watched as Nikita's eyes lit up, her enthusiasm palpable. She was in her element here and enjoying the tour of Dr. Rahman’s lab as he discussed his work. She nodded in all the right places and seemed to ask all the right questions that made Dr. Rahman's excitement intensify.
They arrived at a workbench cluttered with papers and vials of different substances. Dr. Rahman perched his glasses atop his nose and motioned to a prototype of plastic packaging sitting atop his work bench with a warm smile. He
