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jla_watchtowerA physician's office is often a showcase for product placement. Pharmaceutical companies love to send out their sales representatives armed with presents branded with their logo and information about their latest wonder drugs.
The office of a free clinic's medical director is a spectacular example of such a showcase, since every notepad, ballpoint pen, felt-tip pen, rollerball pen, highlighter, clipboard, coffee mug, or calendar given by a drug rep represents money they don't have to spend on office supplies. Dr. Fansler's is no exception. In every direction, the doctor and his visitors are treated to a host of names: Fyzer. Luthor Technologies. Wayne Pharmaceuticals. Myrakel. Wayne BioTech. Bannermain Chemical. There is even a bookend from now-defunct Praeda Industries, which Dr. Fansler moves out of the way in order to reach his phone and dial a number.
"Pieter? It's Harry, Harry Fansler. I ... know this may sound strange, but I need a favor. Discreetly. I--this sounds very cloak-and-dagger, but there's privilege at stake. Could you come by the clinic so we could speak face to face? Bring Tara if you want, or another assistant who can be trusted. Thank you." He hangs up the phone and blots his face with his handkerchief.
The office of a free clinic's medical director is a spectacular example of such a showcase, since every notepad, ballpoint pen, felt-tip pen, rollerball pen, highlighter, clipboard, coffee mug, or calendar given by a drug rep represents money they don't have to spend on office supplies. Dr. Fansler's is no exception. In every direction, the doctor and his visitors are treated to a host of names: Fyzer. Luthor Technologies. Wayne Pharmaceuticals. Myrakel. Wayne BioTech. Bannermain Chemical. There is even a bookend from now-defunct Praeda Industries, which Dr. Fansler moves out of the way in order to reach his phone and dial a number.
"Pieter? It's Harry, Harry Fansler. I ... know this may sound strange, but I need a favor. Discreetly. I--this sounds very cloak-and-dagger, but there's privilege at stake. Could you come by the clinic so we could speak face to face? Bring Tara if you want, or another assistant who can be trusted. Thank you." He hangs up the phone and blots his face with his handkerchief.
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