Sex-lethal

"...so you can imagine our delight that this seemingly innocuous mutation has in fact induced a dramatic shift in the helix..."

Jim held back a grin as Rosealia droned through her poster. She had shown him the missing data to confirm his new theory, just 48 hours before his keynote talk. And so Jim flirted, fawned, and slept his way into her good graces. Nothing was going to stop him from getting those results, decency be damned.

For weeks afterwards, Jim was still getting congratulations by email. Perhaps his actions were indiscreet--and Rosealia's furious glare from the front row suggested that she agreed--but he had just guaranteed his future career. And he had never placed much value on friendship.