Planetform Boardroom

[jammi]

As the two new arrivals settled down, the holographic Burns tapped the coal of his cigar into a tray on the arm, the ash of which of course - to the viewers on Canterbury, at least - disappeared. He harumphed. "I have had a few ideas just now of what we could do to with this one. I do have a few worries, and I'd want to run them past Grey..." He looked around theatrically, "who doesn't appear to be here yet, the lazy varmint. I need to know what his transport jockies are capable of."

There was a distant giggle from behind Burns and a naked woman appeared to run past. Burns swore quietly to himself and threw the remainder to the cigar at her. "What did I tell y'about coming in here when there's a meeting! Get the hell out, understand!" He turned back to the directors and spread his hands ruefully. "Hired help. So hard to find competent staff these days."