Planetform Boardroom

[jammi]

There was a buzz as a silvery hologram appeared in one of the plush seats around the board table, directly to Alastair Lance's left. Opposite him on the right of the CEO was Director of Public Relations - Horatio Octavius. The elderly looking hologram was Danny Burns, the veteran Texan currently holding the position as Director of Terraforming. He was smoking a large cigar. Thankfully, the smoke wisped away and vanished as it drifted out of shot of the projector.

It seemed none of the outsiders had logged in or turned up yet. The Texan had never understood why Planetform sold its seats in the Boardroom. It brought in revenue and contacts, yes, but it also limited their ability to talk freely. Shareholders were one thing, listening to them was another. Actually seeing them was another altogether. By any estimate they had a few minutes of privacy before the playboy terraformers and wealthy busybodies turned up.

He chuckled throatily. "Damn good job with those leaked files, Horatio. Y'do realise someone will have to take the axe for it, I hope? Can't have loose ends flapping. Or the perception of loose ends, anyway." He cackled again. On the other end of the connection - probably at his urban manor on Denver, he tapped away at a keyboard to bring up the DSE dossier. He skim-read it and sucked in a mouthful of air through his teeth. "I don't mind telling y'all now, this is going to be one bitch of a job."