I was treated to the view of an absolutely pristine all-white laboratory.
The floor, the ceiling, the walls, the desktops, the chairs, even the table lamps, everything was pure, blinding white.
“Ughh! My eyes hurt just looking at this place,” Mirelle complained.
I wondered absently if the people who worked here all day suffered from snow blindness.
Maybe that was why they were all wearing protective goggles.
“Mr. Sunfield, I thought you’d already left for the day.” A man in a spotless white lab coat stood up from his white ergonomic chair.
He had a full head of white hair, but his face retained the vigor and vitality of a man in his prime.
There was a white pen clipped to his left breast pocket.
“Welcome, you must be Miss Stormy.” He extended a hand clad in a whit
