The president waited for Ning with the serums.
Five vials, sealed in a foam-lined case, each one tagged with a reference number that corresponded to a form he had to sign before getting them. He picked one up and turned it in his fingers. The liquid inside was dark purple, almost black at some angles, with just a trace amount of sparkles inside.
"This looks different than the ones we saw back then," Ning said.
"The previous formula was improved upon and now we have this," the president said.
"I see," Ning said, setting it back and closing the case. "Thanks for this. I'll be leaving now."
"Wait a moment," the president said before Ning could walk away. "Do you think you could agree to working a few more weeks? We could definitely ramp up production of these serums if you do."
Ning shook his head. "7 days a week in the dark, mining away at the never-ending walls, when I could be out here helping people? I don't think so. Thanks for the offer though."
