Badass in Disguise (Shadow) novel Chapter 36

Jade’s POV:

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I kept my expression carefully neutral, though his words triggered memories I’d rather keep buried. That “young girl” was me in my previous life–Shadow–after a mission in the South American rainforest. I’d discovered those rare medicinal plants while on assignment, but my extraction hadn’t gone as planned. And my only trusted colleague within Shadow Organization died. I’d buried him there, beneath the jungle canopy, before smuggling the samples out.

When I’d reached New York, I donated the compounds to Morrison’s research center. Dr. Morrison had shown concern for my condition then–I was injured and exhausted–but I’d brushed him off and disappeared.

“Ms. Morgan?” Dr. Morrison’s voice pulled me back to the present. “This way to the storage facility.”

I followed him through the pristine corridor of Morrison Pharmaceutical Research Center, mentally checking the list of compounds I needed for Max’s treatment. The glass and steel architecture hadn’t changed since my last visit–still the same stark minimalism disguising cutting–edge research.

“The compounds you requested are quite rare,” Dr. Morrison continued as we approached the laboratory area. “Normally we wouldn’t release them, but given the circumstances…”

He didn’t finish the thought. He didn’t need to. We both knew what he meant–that I somehow knew about compounds that almost no one outside their lab should know about.

As we headed toward the storage area, a man intercepted us in the corridor. Daniel again.

“Dr. Morrison, let me get those for you,” Daniel insisted quickly. “I was just heading that way

anyway.”

Dr. Morrison hesitated, then nodded. “Very well. We’ll wait in my office.”

Ten minutes later, Daniel returned to Dr. Morrison’s glass–walled office, placing a small metal case

on the desk.

“Here you are, sir. Both samples from B–7.”

I reached for the case, but Dr. Morrison held up a hand. “One moment.” He turned to Daniel. “Open it, please.”

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Daniel looked uncomfortable but complied, revealing two small vials containing amber liquid.

“May I?” I asked, gesturing toward the vials.

Dr. Morrison nodded. I picked up one vial, examining it against the light, then uncapped it to smell

the contents.

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“This isn’t it,” I said immediately.

Daniel’s face tightened. “I assure you, these are from B–7.”

“These are synthetic substitutes,” I replied, recapping the vial. “The original compound has a distinct fermented undertone. This is mass–produced.”

Dr. Morrison’s expression darkened. “Daniel?”

“Sir, I–I thought it best to preserve the originals for our research. These synthetics are functionally

identical.”

“Send someone to verify B–7’s contents,” Dr. Morrison ordered, his voice dangerously quiet.

A junior researcher was summoned and dispatched to the storage unit. Five minutes later, she

returned, visibly nervous.

“Sir, the original samples are no longer in B–7. The system logs show they were removed three weeks

ago.” She hesitated before continuing. “And there’s something else. I checked the security footage.

Daniel was seen removing them.”

Daniel’s face flushed with panic. “I—I can explain. Someone approached me. They offered a substantial sum-”

“You sold them?” Dr. Morrison’s voice was ice cold.

“Your employment is terminated, effective immediately. Security will escort you to clear your desk,” Dr. Morrison stated, his finger already on the intercom button. “And I’ll be contacting the police about the theft.”

Daniel’s expression morphed from panic to anger. “You can’t do this! Everyone knows you distribute experimental compounds to unlicensed individuals!” He gestured wildly at me. “Like right now!”

I stood up, stepping between them. “What you’ve done constitutes theft and corporate espionage.

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The compounds weren’t yours to sell. Would you like me to continue listing the criminal charges

that apply?”

Daniel’s face contorted. “Who the hell do you think you are? Some high school student? I’ll make

sure you never—”

“Security,” Dr. Morrison called through the intercom.

Daniel lunged for the metal case, knocking it off the desk. As vials scattered across the floor, he grabbed a letter opener and jabbed it toward me. Without thinking, I caught his wrist, twisted it

until the opener clattered to the ground, then swept his legs out from under him. He hit the floor hard, face pressed into the carpet by my knee between his shoulder blades.

“Impressive,” Dr. Morrison commented dryly as security personnel rushed in.

After Daniel was escorted out, still shouting threats, Dr. Morrison retrieved two vials from a hidden

safe in his bookshelf.

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“I always keep backups of our most valuable specimens,” he explained, placing them in a new case. “I had a feeling something like this might happen, though not quite so dramatically.”

He handed me the case. “These are the original plant extracts. I’ve also included samples of our

synthetic versions for comparison.”

“Thank you.” I tucked the case into my bag.

Dr. Morrison walked to a cabinet and removed a small surgical kit. “I believe you might find this

useful as well. Micro–surgical instruments, specially designed for delicate work.”

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