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Tuesday, October 31, 2017
Saturday, October 21, 2017
Eliminating Competition
You should know the disappearance of the CEO of ReInspire months ago,
who missed an important press conference presenting a novel therapy in
everyone’s rumors. Not many know how exactly it works, but that is far
less important than his whereabouts now. As you can guess, I am writing
to blow the whistle, and the secret is barely believable, even when I
recalled the whole affair.
To be sincere, I am employed by one of the large pharmaceutical companies- “Big Pharma” if you will- as one of the more senior members, though no longer when this comes out. This allows me to gain some access to the top management without being a member, and often some deals and decisions done under the table. The affair of ReInspire’s CEO (please name him in the coverage) is one of the darker ones.
Apologies for the long introduction. In one of the late audiences with my higher-up just before the CEO’s disappearance, he was aghast at how the new therapy would strongly undercut our sales on its conventional counterpart, and at how new start-up are changing the order of business landscapes. Now, he noted, even the sectors dominated by “Big” businesses are being slowly eroded. That was of course relevant to our company as a financial successful business, even when most of its fortunes are built on exploiting patients (and we know it without changing that). While slightly infuriated, he was mentally prepared for what he planned next.
Before discussing serious matters, he mentioned to me that he was seeking some spicing in his private life, since his girlfriends (He is supposed to be married, but has been flirting around) were all too dull by this point. This was the opposite of his public image as a professional and what I had in my mind, yet I did not question for him to continue. Now, after condemning the new start-up, he was directing some attacks onto its CEO- the one not found- and remarked “he is no good except for being an underling”. This seems innocent at first, but as he explained some depraved plan emerged. He concluded, “maybe our more novel therapy can be tested on him.”
Days later, after the CEO’s absence, I was summoned to one of the most remote laboratories to witness. What I threw behind my mind as a farce became real: behind the one-way glass, someone recognizable was bonded and tied to the chair, eyes covered and mouth gagged. Though with them obscuring a good part of his face, he was no one other than the missing one the public was wanting. Through some illegal way or another, my superior had his first step into dangerous territory. “As you see, this is not some kind of farce you believed. The plan is real, and he will certainly be what he should have been.”
Under his instruction laboratorians pinched him with a needle plugged into some liquid which I assumed to be the “novel therapy” he mentioned. I might be a bystander, but still this was morally objectionable and I had an urge to remove him from this. But I didn’t, my superior was there and I might be the next subject if I failed. As soon as the injection started, maybe from the irresistible pain, he was struggling more desperately, but then, the more he tried, his figure was more reduced. Most visible were a pair of protrusions forming on the chest and the hair extending behind the back, but not far below the shoulder, becoming blonde in color. It was not long before she fell stiff, likely from anesthetic working at the end of the process. By then, I knew he was gone.
“The main thing to do then is to train her as my new underling. I have hired some, I would say, professionals from Eastern Europe who should take care of her well.” This was too terrible to be true, I genuinely hoped, but the day just before myself writing this, there was a demented opportunity to observe the newly trained sex slave. She was obedient to every command he gave, as far as the wicked mind of the new master conceived, and performed all sexual positions to please her master.
I need to purge
my mind for writing this, even though without this, the heinous deeds
of my superior will never see the light. I have already submitted my
resignation and planned to leave the industry as far as possible,
possibly moving out of the US. For you, I beg to publicize this in the
coverage and investigate into all things related, and I should provide
you all that I know, even when a good part of this may be barely real-
not even I am sure of it.
All art used here are under fair use.
To be sincere, I am employed by one of the large pharmaceutical companies- “Big Pharma” if you will- as one of the more senior members, though no longer when this comes out. This allows me to gain some access to the top management without being a member, and often some deals and decisions done under the table. The affair of ReInspire’s CEO (please name him in the coverage) is one of the darker ones.
Apologies for the long introduction. In one of the late audiences with my higher-up just before the CEO’s disappearance, he was aghast at how the new therapy would strongly undercut our sales on its conventional counterpart, and at how new start-up are changing the order of business landscapes. Now, he noted, even the sectors dominated by “Big” businesses are being slowly eroded. That was of course relevant to our company as a financial successful business, even when most of its fortunes are built on exploiting patients (and we know it without changing that). While slightly infuriated, he was mentally prepared for what he planned next.
Before discussing serious matters, he mentioned to me that he was seeking some spicing in his private life, since his girlfriends (He is supposed to be married, but has been flirting around) were all too dull by this point. This was the opposite of his public image as a professional and what I had in my mind, yet I did not question for him to continue. Now, after condemning the new start-up, he was directing some attacks onto its CEO- the one not found- and remarked “he is no good except for being an underling”. This seems innocent at first, but as he explained some depraved plan emerged. He concluded, “maybe our more novel therapy can be tested on him.”
Days later, after the CEO’s absence, I was summoned to one of the most remote laboratories to witness. What I threw behind my mind as a farce became real: behind the one-way glass, someone recognizable was bonded and tied to the chair, eyes covered and mouth gagged. Though with them obscuring a good part of his face, he was no one other than the missing one the public was wanting. Through some illegal way or another, my superior had his first step into dangerous territory. “As you see, this is not some kind of farce you believed. The plan is real, and he will certainly be what he should have been.”
Under his instruction laboratorians pinched him with a needle plugged into some liquid which I assumed to be the “novel therapy” he mentioned. I might be a bystander, but still this was morally objectionable and I had an urge to remove him from this. But I didn’t, my superior was there and I might be the next subject if I failed. As soon as the injection started, maybe from the irresistible pain, he was struggling more desperately, but then, the more he tried, his figure was more reduced. Most visible were a pair of protrusions forming on the chest and the hair extending behind the back, but not far below the shoulder, becoming blonde in color. It was not long before she fell stiff, likely from anesthetic working at the end of the process. By then, I knew he was gone.
“The main thing to do then is to train her as my new underling. I have hired some, I would say, professionals from Eastern Europe who should take care of her well.” This was too terrible to be true, I genuinely hoped, but the day just before myself writing this, there was a demented opportunity to observe the newly trained sex slave. She was obedient to every command he gave, as far as the wicked mind of the new master conceived, and performed all sexual positions to please her master.
All art used here are under fair use.
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