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SUBJECT: Reaching out to researchers for pancreatic ca nce r

project

Olive,

I’d be happy to in troduce you and ask sch olars about
opportunities for you in their labs. I agree that they might be

more welcoming if the email co mes from me. Send me your
list, please.
BTW, you still haven’t sent the reco rding of your talk. I

cannot wait to listen to it !

Warmly,

Aysegul Aslan, Ph.D.

Olive did some mental calculations to determine whether it was polite to
send the list and not the recording (probably not), sighed, and started

AirDropping the file to her laptop. When she realized that it was several
hours long, because she’d forgotten to stop her phone after her talk, her sigh
morphed into a groan. “This’ll take a while, guys. I have to send Dr. Aslan

an audio file, and I’ll need to edit it beforehand.”
“Fine,” Anh huffed. “Malcolm, would you like to entertain us with tales

of your date with Holden?”
“Okay, first, he wore the cutest baby-blue button-down.”

“Baby-blue?”
“Shut your mouth with that skeptical tone. Then he got me one flower.”

“Where did he get the flower?”
“Not sure.”
Olive poked around the MP3, trying to figure out where to cut the file.

The ending was just minute after minute of silence, from when she’d left
her phone in the hotel room. “Maybe he stole it from the buffet?” she said

absentmindedly. “I think I saw pink carnations downstairs.”
“Was it a pink carnation?”