Dr. Westman was working late. He’s alone in the office, white lab coat, stethoscope balancing on his sinewy neck. All of a sudden, a buxom pharma rep appears. “Hello, Dr. Westman.” She says. “Oh hello, Miss Fizer. It’s good to see you. Did you get my order for twelve hundred units of percocet?” “Well. Uh… … Continue reading Pharma Rep Handjobs. Covid Memoirs – Alphabet Inc.gov – Corporate Science