Owner's Share (Trader's Tales From The Golden Age Of The Solar Clipper) - Plot & Excerpts
Arellone.” I banged on her door at 0700. “Uniform of the day is shipsuit.” I heard a muffled curse from the other side, and took that as a sign she was awake. I’d agreed not to leave the room without her to guard my body, but I already grew tired of the routine, and didn’t see the need. I had been up since 05-bladder, and was desperate for my coffee. The colored water in the room didn’t quite cut it, so I hadn’t wasted the time. For two stans I reviewed my business charter, went through the packet of documentation and keys from Kirsten, and generally gazed out at space trying to think of how to differentiate my fledgling company from the rest. To her credit, Ms. Arellone was up, dressed, and out of her room by 0710. She didn’t look happy about it, but she was moving. “Cheer up, Ms. Arellone. You’re not standing watch.” “I’m not complaining, Skipper.
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