Zandik sighed deeply rubbing his forehead as he looked over his desk, a mess of papers and Petri dishes containing a mess of bacteria’s and embryos.

he frowned, adjusting his glasses and tapping at the cold metal of the desk with a “tsk”. He had, had an extremely busy week and he was quite exhausted at the moment

“These should have been revised a week ago…”

he grumbled to himself, picking up a few papers on his desk.