Emma snuck into her office with her head down and a pair of dark glasses covering her eyes against the glare. She swore to never drink again and prayed to the hangover gods that her head wouldn’t shatter. It had been a while since she had gotten so drunk that she woke up feeling this secondhand and she vowed never to do it again.

Thankfully, the office was quiet. The day before, she had familiarized herself with the layout of the building. Jake had his own lab but there were other labs in the facility and other researchers. There was also a kitchen where they made test recipes—what she had...