“Yeah.”
“I see.”
“You do?”
“Of course. You two had a passionate love story that slowly soured, culminating when you caught Levi in an intimate embrace with your butler, stabbed his abdomen sixty-nine times, and left him for dead—only to be astonished to find him still alive when you arrived in Houston.”
I cock my head. “Do you really think two scientists could afford a butler?”
She mulls it over. “Okay, that part’s unrealistic.”
“Levi and I were in grad school together. And we . . .” I honestly have no idea how to put it diplomatically. I want to say “didn’t get along,” but there
was never an along to be gotten. We never interacted, because he discouraged it or avoided it. “He was never a fan.”
She nods like she finds the idea relatable. That little scorpion. I love her.
“Did he hate you at first sight, or did he grow into it?”
“Oh, he—” I stop short.
I actually have no idea. I try to think back to my first meeting with him, but I can’t remember it. It must have been on my first day of grad school, when Tim and I joined Sam’s lab, but I have no memories. He was vaguely hostile to me well before the incident in Sam’s office, when he declined to collaborate, but I can’t place the start of it. Interesting. I guess Tim or Annie might know. Except that I’d rather slowly perish from cobalt poisoning than ever speak to either of them again.
“I’m not sure.” I shrug. “A combination?”
“Is Levi’s dislike related to the fact that I just spent a week on TikTok because I don’t have a decent computer to work on?”
I plop down in my chair. I suspect the two things are very related, but it’s not as if I can prove it, or know what to do about it. It’s an isolating situation.
I’ve considered talking to other people here at NASA, or even at NIH, but they’d just point out that Levi needs me to make the project succeed, and that the idea of him self-sabotaging just to sabotage me is preposterous.
They might even think that I’m the one who’s in the wrong, since I haven’t proven myself as a project leader yet.
And there’s something else to consider. Something that I don’t want to say out loud, or even think in my head, but here goes: if my career is a sapling, Levi’s is a baobab. It can withstand a lot more. He has a history of completed grants and successful collaborations. BLINK’s failure would be a bump in the road for him, and a car-totaling crash for me.
Am I being paranoid? Probably. I need to lay off the coffee and stop spending my nights plotting Levi’s demise. He’s living rent free in my head.
Meanwhile, he doesn’t even know my last name.
“I don’t know, Ro.” I sigh. “They might be related? Or not?”
“Hmm.” She rocks back in her chair. “I wonder if pointing out that his revenge plan is harming not just your career prospects but an innocent bystander’s, too, would
help. The innocent bystander is me, by the way.”
I bite back a smile. “Thank you for clarifying.”
“You know what you should do?”
“Please don’t say ‘stab his abdomen sixty-nine times.’ ”
“I wasn’t going to. That’s too good advice to waste on you. No, you should ask @WhatWouldMarieDo. On Twitter. You know her?”
I freeze. My cheeks warm. I study Rocío’s expression, but it looks as sullenly bored as usual. I briefly consider saying “Never heard of her,” but it seems like
overcompensating. “Yeah.”
“I figured, since you’re a Marie Curie stan. You own, like, three pairs of Marie Curie socks.” I own seven but I just hum, noncommittal. “You can tweet at Marie with your problem. She’ll retweet and you’ll get advice. I ask all the time.”
Does she? “Really? From your professional Twitter?”
“Nah, I make burner accounts. I don’t want other people knowing my private business.”
“Why?”
“I complain a lot. About you, for instance.”
I try not to smile. It’s very hard. “What did I do?”
“The vegan Lean Cuisine you always eat at your desk?”
“Yeah?”
“It smells like farts.”
That night I drag a chair out on the balcony and stare at my depressingly deserted hummingbird feeder, trying to formulate a question as vaguely as possible.
@WhatWouldMarieDo . . . if she suspected that a collaborator has a vendetta against her and is
