"Make it a weekly drug instead of a daily. Or change a molecule, have P amp;A pick a new name and color, and ram it through. There's an idea-make it a suppository. Whatever. Pick us up a fresh twenty years on the patent. We'll market it as improved, phase our users over to the new product, and discontinue the old model."
"We'll also have to smear the old model before the generics get their hands on it," Chase offered, his eyes still on the LED screen of his BlackBerry. "A few well-timed press releases about this side effect or that."
"There you go. I thought I was gonna have to send all you people to the remedial group." Dean burned with pride, his mind feasting on the possibilities. "Thanks, Chase. Everybody: Ours is a highly creative business. Don't come here needing to be reminded of that."
"If we start the process now," White jumped in, "we'll be in good position for the big holiday push. Advertise hard on Christmas depression-"
"Make generalized depression a bit more generalized," Jane interjected playfully.
"— push the docs to prescribe away the blues. We do a mass sample mailing in November to get patients habituated, then we send the doctors free Christmas trees."
"You jackass." A good-natured smile graced Dean's lips. "These are doctors. Send dreidels." He didn't wait for the scattered laughter to die down. "I want a clean entry to prescribers. The repackaged Pastol has to be the New Best Thing for depression, and our data's gotta support that."
Dean Kagan was in his element now. As the best and brightest argued over placebo bumps and cherry-picking test subjects, he leaned imperceptibly back and quit listening. The meeting had done what he loved-taken on a life of its own.
"How's Boneral?" he half heard someone ask. A fresh wave of laughter, though the quip had long worn thin.
"Well," Jane began, "our head-to-head campaign didn't fare well. You'll remember we had banners at NASCAR-'Viteroclass="underline" What Viagra Wants to Be When It Grows Up,' 'Viagra on Steroids'-that stuff, but it didn't take. We need a face for the product."
Jenner again: "How about A-Rod?"
"Too expensive, overrated, and can't hit postseason," Dean said. "I want an extreme athlete. How about that rock-climber kid who sawed off his own arm a few years back? I doubt he's wading through offers. Plus, I want to buy soft mentions-pardon the pun. How much would it cost to get Sean Connery to shill Viterol in a Matt Lauer interview? Get me numbers."
The director of Sales pitched in: "We can't get around the fact that Pfizer's outpricing us."
Now Bernie, Accounting: "We can't price down any further. Our profit margin's too tight."
"Then inflate the wholesale and sell it to doctors for cheaper," Chase said. "Let them keep the spread."
"Temporary fixes," Dean said, with a flick of his hand.
The dismissal brought a few moments of reflection.
"To boost earnings in a way that's significant," White ventured, "we need to widen out its applications, push doctors to prescribe off-label."
They went in various directions at once. Dean tuned out. Taking potshots at Viagra. Christ, what pikers.
Eighteen pens were scribbling on eighteen pads in sixty-five hundred dollars' worth of Coach and Gucci notebooks.
Little again: "Come on, we've got Viterol covered from every angle, from the shape of the pill to the coating-"
"Can we patent taste?"
"Bad taste, sure. Would Beverly Hills exist otherwise?"
Dean cut in on the yuk yuk yuk. "Remember, all of you"-he cast a hawkish gaze around the table-"examiners in the FDA receive bonuses based on how many applications they handle, and a patent app is easier to approve than deny. It just comes back the next year anyway, adds to the pile."
Jane watched Chase mouth the final clause as Dean spoke it.
Dean went on. "What's next?"
Chase said, "Vector."
A deep inhalation brought Dean upright in his chair. For the first time, his expression brightened.
Biogenics was the future of the big drug companies, and Dean had sensed it in his brittle bones. As the progenitor of a $40 billion pharmaceutical company, he was no fool; he'd long anticipated the need for fresh technologies to replenish the drying pipeline of conventional meds. The major PhRMA companies had spent the past twenty years chasing one another with me-too drugs, creating ever paler imitations of meds already in profitable existence. Me-too drugs targeted common, lifelong conditions-arthritis, depression, high blood pressure. Antibiotics were seldom blockbusters because infections don't last long enough for repeat sales. People with rare diseases formed a limited market, and thus their conditions were of little economic interest. Meds geared toward lethal diseases were a losing bet because the consumer didn't stick around long enough to rack up substantial expenses. So Big Pharma had focused on picking off the low-hanging fruit, letting their development wells run dry. Except Beacon-Kagan, which had implemented an aggressive biogenics strategy early on. Beating the competition into the field, Dean had supported Vector to a tune of $80 million, an amount expressly chosen to shatter the start-up biotech funding record. He'd since poured in tens of millions more.
The others' focus remained on the head of the table, so Dean made a show of deferring to his son, whom he'd installed as Vector's CEO at the outset.
Chase nodded his thanks, glad to assume brief command. "Do you want the good news or the good news?" Polite chuckles. "Since with Xedral there's no need to moderate dosage levels or study metabolism effects, and because kids are dying from AAT deficiency every day, the FDA approved our request for a combined Phase I and II. Three months long, randomized, double blind, placebo controlled, starting next week as planned. Once the Xedral injection is shown to take, and if the kids don't combust"-a current of polite laughter generally reserved for Dean-"we roll out wide before the new year."
"Any trouble securing subjects?" Jenner asked.
"We've been beating off a virtual stampede."
Various impressed nods and noises from the others. Scarcity of human subjects usually caused the biggest delay in getting a new drug to market.
"Families are desperate," Chase continued. "They have kids languishing on the liver waiting list. No need to pay bounties to doctors for enrollees-these parents just want our help."
Bernie said, "Let's have those numbers again."
"There look to be about a hundred thousand people in the U.S. with AAT deficiency and an equivalent number in Europe. Calculating in other moneyed populations-Australia, Japan, what-have-you-brings us to at least three hundred thousand. But. Most estimates show that less than ten percent of people with AAT deficiency have been diagnosed, even though it can be determined by a simple blood test. So we can push for more screening as a public health measure, which will allow doctors to identify the disorder early, save lives, and raise our consumer population. To that end we're rolling out a preceptorship program for pediatricians, hepatologists, pulmonologists, and geneticists. We'll get young, attractive drug reps-"
"New blood," Dean said. "Redheads seem smarter. Troll the campuses."
"— to shadow doctors, educate them about Xedral, even get in the room with patients. For their troubles the sponsoring docs will receive three hundred dollars a day. Going off the most conservative numbers-the three hundred thousand diagnosed patients-an annual treatment cost of twenty thousand dollars grosses us over six billion dollars our first year."
Bernie again: "Isn't that treatment cost too ambitious?"
"Yes. It is." Chase drew out the silence an extra few seconds, a trick, Dean noted with satisfaction, he'd appropriated from his old man. "Of course, for people with resources it isn't. Is your child's life worth twenty thousand dollars a year? Absolutely. But for middle- and lower-class patients, we have a few hurdles. However, Vector has invested a sizable sum of money in an AAT deficiency public health rationing study, the results of which will post the week after the IPO. Our argument is simple: This is a lifesaving treatment, and poor patients shouldn't be deprived of it because of cost. Frankly put, it's unethical, akin to class genocide. We'll capitalize on the momentum from the study with continued aggressive lobbying in Washington. We have word from inside that if we bring the heat, Medicaid will widen eligibility and reimburse for half cost."