DNA 2 Chapter 2
The reception area was fairly small and occupied by only two other people, a receptionist in her late thirties and an absolute mountain of a man. He was a tall, wide and heavily muscled African-American. Paul guessed he was security, though he wasn’t wearing any sort of uniform. Paul stepped nervously up to the receptionist. She looked up from her computer terminal and said, “Welcome to Quince Biochemicals. Can I help you?” “Yes, I’m looking for Doctor Kingston.” Paul’s feminine voice still sounded way too high to himself and he unconsciously cleared his throat. The receptionist frowned. “I don’t recognise the name. Hold on, I’ll just check our records.” She tapped at her computer for a few moments. “No, I’m sorry. I have no record of a Doctor Kingston.” Paul’s heart missed a beat. “When …