james had been asked to come to Repex headquarters in hamburg. as he walked off his ship. a bretonian super train. he looked at it again. it was a good ship. it had served him well for the past year.
as he walked towereds the offices in alster. worryed thaughts crossed his mind. 'are they going to fire me? have i done something wrong?' as he stalked thrugh the long rows of cuibicles. he realized just how glad he was that he had crew to fill out most of the paperwork for him.
as james sat nerviosly in his bosses office. waiting for his boss to tell him why he had been called back to headquarters.
"good to see you again james" his boss said"you have been very profitable"
"yes sir" he replyed"i have been very profitable"
"alright." said his boss. "the reason that i called you here. is too investigate some....discrepencys"
"what?" said james. "yes. appearently you bought a ship. without permssion too."
"well.... i bought a new ship...but i had permission" said james.
"you had permssion to buy an advanced train, not a bretonian supertrain, his boss said sharply.
"well sir. as i was about to place the order for the advanced train. an old freind of mine called and told me he was retireing." said james. "what does that have to do with this?" his boss interrupted. "im getting to that sir." said james.
"he was going to sell his ship. the one i have now. at a very bad price. he asked if i would buy it. i of course,
being a bretonian citizen. said yes. i i have always liked the way the bretonian super train looks." "so you bought a used transport?" said his boss. "yes. but i saved alot of money."said james.
"hmmmm. well. i suppose that you still being a bretonian citezen makes that reasonable....errr.... how much did you save on your ship?" said his boss. "over 45 million credits.20 of which i have sent back to headquarters" said james.
"well. you should have notified us before buying the transport. but." he paused."well. i have no more questions for you james." "thank you sir." said james. who proceeded to to leave.
james's boss sat back in his chair, thinking about what had just transpired. he started to realize that he still had no reason to fire james. he started to think of more excuses to investigate deepers into james's past.
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Michael Richter, Chief Shipping Officer for RepEx looked up from the transcript.
That James kid is a handful, but he seems to mean well. Just bears watching that's all. It's good to have people that push a little, but only a little...
Herr Richter moved onto the next thing in the ever growing "To Do" pile.