Still reeling at the idea that in the UK, the pharma rep profession is the domain of disgraced doctors. In the USA, it’s primarily a profession for photogenic people who were too good at science to make it as an influencer.
Was Susan really sure that the sad guy were obsessively observing her? Also, is Mc Graw still part of her life or has him decided to go back to their town and marry Susan’s nemesis
That’s how I felt when it was banned in pubs. Then I realised I’d never have to dry-clean secondhand smoke off my jackets again, and suddenly the new world order was acceptable.
The postures, the poses, the body language, I can’t quite put it into words… Some careful observation has gone into all that and the result is an excellent bit of storytelling.
Still reeling at the idea that in the UK, the pharma rep profession is the domain of disgraced doctors. In the USA, it’s primarily a profession for photogenic people who were too good at science to make it as an influencer.
Well, over in the first world, they don’t have the option of going to work for an insurer denying claims.
It isn’t really.
Something’s simmering… Sue seems so suave, suggesting sneakiness, seductively self-assured
Splendid!
Subtle simpering, snaking cerebrally smooth subterfuge!
And yet despite her subterfuge, Susan’s lovable misanthropy is plain for all to see.
Sexy, spiteful – so Susan
Was Susan really sure that the sad guy were obsessively observing her? Also, is Mc Graw still part of her life or has him decided to go back to their town and marry Susan’s nemesis
Regardless of their relationship status, I have a hard time believing Susan and McGraw can stay apart for too long.
In one of the early Solver pages, there was a posting in the coffee shop suggesting that McGraw was still in Sheffield.
“Dang it, Jim! I’m a [PHARMACEUTICAL REP], not a doctor!”
I think someone bought a suit… ON HER!
Two pages of not smoking? Something’s up.
That’s how I felt when it was banned in pubs. Then I realised I’d never have to dry-clean secondhand smoke off my jackets again, and suddenly the new world order was acceptable.
He reminds me a bit of Shelly’s mentor from Special Projects.
The postures, the poses, the body language, I can’t quite put it into words… Some careful observation has gone into all that and the result is an excellent bit of storytelling.
I still think Susan’s gone undercover.
She’s about to anyway