away, but Beaker clutched her lovingly to his lab coat while Maddie dispensed four drops onto her back. When he placed her into the cage with Fred, the two mice sniffed at each other then Fred continued his running. Wilma retreated to a corner and rested her beady gaze on him. Probably she thought all that running was a sign her new roommate was crazy.
Maddie didn't blame her. She ran every second day on a treadmill and sometimes she thought it would drive her to insanity. It was boring and the scenery was the same but at least she had a nice butt to show for it. One day, someone would finally get to see her nice butt and all the hard work would be worth it.
"I don't think it's working," said Beaker, tapping the cage.
"Give them time." But Maddie wasn't holding out much hope. She knew lust when she saw it, and Wilma wasn't showing the signs. "Maybe they just need to get used to each other first."
Beaker chuckled. "Maybe we should get some candles and play soft music."
She rolled her eyes but couldn't help smiling. "We could give them a piece of cheese. That way when they share it, they'll get nice and cozy." She studied the mice. "Or they might just scratch each others eyes out."
"You're so unromantic."
"If you'd dated the guys I have, you'd understand that romance is a figment of a masochist's imagination." She straightened with a loud sigh. "Looks like it's back to the drawing board.
She hated this part. They'd been so sure this time. The preliminary trials had been positive and all the chemical reactions had worked according to cutting edge pheromone theory. They'd carefully tested chemical with chemical, essential oil with essential oil, noting down the reactions, re-testing, changing ingredients until every permutation had been analyzed. After several months, Maddie was certain they'd reached the right balance to create a synthetic pheromone that made the wearers more attractive to the opposite sex. They'd left nothing to chance.
"Maybe we wrote down the wrong figures somewhere," said Beaker, running a hand through hair that didn't need any more encouragement to stand up.
"We did not write down the wrong figures. I'd never make a mistake like that." But as she said it, she opened her notebook and scanned the calculations. "I don't understand. It couldn't possibly have failed."
"Hey, Maddie!" Beaker's voice was high and squeaky with excitement. "Check this out."
Her gaze followed his pointing finger. Inside the mouse cage, Fred had stopped running long enough to sniff Wilma's rump.
"Must be love," he said.
She grinned. "Typical man. Straight to the end where all the action is."
***
Maddie delivered her report to Miles at five-thirty.
"How'd it go?" asked her boss.
Miles was only in his mid-thirties but he'd leapt to the position of Director of Development quickly. His skills as a chemist had been average, but his ability to kiss the right behinds had singled him out for a management role early in his career. He'd been Maddie's boss for two years and in all that time she'd never known him to smile. He'd cracked a lame joke once. No one had laughed and he'd never attempted it again. Before he was her boss, he'd been okay, although their one date had been disastrous from the moment he said "Let's go bowling."
"Great," said Maddie cheerfully, sitting on the other side of his desk. "Wilma and Fred are showing all the signs of being two mice in love. If all goes well, we'll start human trials later this month."
Miles shook his head. "We need to start sooner. I need results, Maddie." He passed a hand over shadowed eyes.
"It takes time, Miles, you know that. We need to observe Fred and Wilma's behavior for at least three weeks before we trial it on humans."
He tapped his pen on the desk. "Look, here's the thing." The tapping grew faster and Maddie sat on her hands to stop herself snatching the pen off him. "I need to give the Marketing Director at Fleur Elise something on Tuesday. She's coming to visit and
Janwillem van de Wetering