The plot thickens, as they say. Dr. Caroline Kramer is summoned to an exclusive and mysteriously secretive meeting by MedAmerica One’s CEO Maxwell Thrasher, and with the pending launch of Project MARQ looming, anything can happen in the latest installment of our novel.

Header Image: Arista Records

Be sure to let us know what you think in the comments and share the story to help us grow!

SCROLL DOWN TO READ THE NEXT EXCERPT OF “RELENTLESS” BY D.S. FACTOR

Subscribe below to be notified when we post new content. You’ll receive an email asking to verify your request. Once that is done, you’re all set. Welcome to Moteventure!

New to the novel? If you’ve missed our first posts of “Relentless”, you can find them here!

RELENTLESS – D.S. FACTOR

“Doctor, Doctor…can’t you see I’m burning, burning…” fractured the quiet in Caroline’s family room, as the Thompson Twins’ 1984 synth-pop hit bounced jauntily from the tiny speaker within her pink iPhone. Shifting her position on the couch, she reached behind to snatch the phone from the couch table, touching the screen and mumbling a quick “Kramer” into the receiver.

“Caroline, this is Theodore. How are we feeling this afternoon?” Theodore Thompson was very particular about being called Theodore vs. Ted, and fancied himself somewhat of an up-and-comer.

“Ted, I obviously couldn’t imagine how you may be feeling, but as for me, I’d say not a hundred percent, but thankfully improving,” she replied with a forced sunniness, as what felt like a lightning bolt shot through her skull. Subconsciously, she thought to add “you egotistical, condescending bastard” to her reply, but thought better of it.

“Thrasher called a mandatory security meeting for all execs for tomorrow morning, and made special note of your absence. He was a bit of an ass, but wanted me to contact you and make sure you attend. So, you will be there, will you not?”

Caroline paused a moment to ride out the pulse of the headache before replying. “Ted, I would be back to work this minute if I could, but my head still feels like someone drove a Range Rover from one ear to the other without benefit of a muffler. Tell Maxwell that I will do my best to make it in the morning. What time is the meeting anyway?”

It was almost as if she could hear his prissy haughtiness broadcast through the phone line. A brief, self-important sigh followed. “Precisely nine o’clock in the morning, in the presentation boardroom on eleven.”

“Any idea what the subject will be?”

“He was a bit cryptic but mentioned special security procedures…not sure what that means, and as always, he really didn’t elaborate,” Thompson said as if disappointed to be excluded from Thrasher’s inner circle. “Well, my task is complete. Do rest up this evening so we can have the pleasure of your company in the morning.” The call was abruptly disconnected without another word.

No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping, or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the publisher except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.