Ainsley was stunned. Did Sinclair just say that it was from a drug? Wait…
"Are you asking me if my coworkers are taking prohibited substances? And if they were willing to let people know about it? What do you think of your employees? Street junkies?" At every sentence, Ainsley's voice was raising. However, before he could continue, Sinclair stopped him with a hand gesture. His hand closed on Ainsley's lips as if influencing them not to open at all.
"Don't get me wrong. That's where things get very complicated. We carry out health exams annually, and those employees never tested positive to anything worth our attention." Sinclair released Ainsley from the small spell. "How it got into their systems is crucial for us to know. There is simply no way they would ingest that willingly."
