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type of crowd. “And I am honored. However, I mention it only to let you know that I’m much more excited about how many medical problems can be appropriately addressed by the focus of said award, how many sick people can be healed, and how many lives can be changed than I am for any type of award or honor that can sit on a shelf or be hung in my office. My workshop will expound on what you’ve already read about this groundbreaking work, as well as get you up-to-date with the work I’ve done since receiving that acknowledgment.
    “In my workshop, I’ll be sharing all that I’ve recently discovered with you. But know that I also want you to come prepared to share with me. I and my partner in this research, James Sullivan, will be picking your brains and engaging you in lively and hopefully meaningful discussions about how we can continue on our path toward finding cures for debilitating brain diseases and all types of cancer. Come to learn, but just as importantly, come to share. I look forward to seeing and meeting all of you. Thank you.”
    Jacqueline sat at a table near the back of the room, fingers flying over iPad keys, recorder immortalizing the moment, mind racing with how to turn all she was hearing into articles that were educational, informative, and concise. She really did love hearing all of this cutting-edge information and got excited that she was a part of disseminating it to the masses. Her concentration on precisely gathering said information kept her focus away from the man she’d become aware of as soon as he’d entered the room—Randall, whose body once again blessed a navy suit, and all of those who watched him wearing it.
    “Jacqueline?” One of her tablemates, a serious-minded college student covering the event for his college paper, looked at her with an adoring smile. Jacqueline returned it with a patient one of her own. He was cute but had zero chances, even though he’d been flirting since she’d arrived. “Are you planning to attend Dr. Atwater’s workshop?”
    “Absolutely. What about you?”
    “I hope so, but I’ll have to try to get one of the general spaces reserved for attendees. I couldn’t get a media pass.”
    “Good luck. They’re very limited. His and Dr. Sullivan’s workshop is being touted as the top draw for what normally doesn’t attract this much mainstream attention.”
    “Yes, unfortunately, that’s what I found out.”
    “Here’s my card, which includes my cell number. There’s going to be a great deal of information disseminated this week. Let’s keep in touch. Perhaps we can trade notes on what the other might have missed.”
    Jacqueline and Evan engaged the other attendees at their table as they listened to the remaining speakers’ introductory presentations. By the end of the breakfast it was clear to Jacqueline that her early hunch had been correct: Getting an exclusive interview with Randall Atwater had been a major coup, one that might not only ensure her continued presence at Science Today , but also one that could open doors to any number of opportunities. After this week, she realized, she’d have to step back, regroup, and decide which direction she wanted life to take her in.
    Where she wanted to go right now was not in question. The introductory breakfast over, she made a beeline for her intended target and was not at all daunted that he was surrounded by a crowd of reporters, scientists, and adoring fans.
    She pushed her way through, looking as stern and professional as her black conservative pant suit—well, except for the girls, a bit discreetly yet deliciously spilling out of the sleeveless floral blouse that she’d paired with precision. “Excuse me, Dr. Atwater!” She watched as Randall looked in her direction, gave her a nod, but continued to chat with the reporter standing before him while a cameraman filmed it all. Inching forward, she was able to snag Randall’s partner, James, just as he finished with a TV