A harried looking charity worker walks into the medical center. Looking decidedly nervous shifting his eyes about he seems to be looking for someone in charge to speak to. A receptionist looks up and asks, "Can I help you sir?"
Hurrying over, the man takes off his hat and replies, "I certainly hope so. I work for a charity center in a small town on the far side of the planet from the mooring point. Three days ago I had a visitor drop by, a young girl on holliday over there, and drop in a donation for the relief efforts here. I was wondering what to do with it..."
"Don't you have your own people to handle this sort of thing?", the receptionist asks puzzled.
"For our usual donation that isnt a problem. Mostly we handle small local efforts. My problem is well... we're not used to this kind of donation, and the young lady did request it go to medical and relief efforts."
"What kind of donation?"
"Ah... best see for yourself.", the man states showing a datapad he's been nervously clutching.
Glancing at the pad the receptionist's eyes winden with suprise, "I think there must be a mistake..."
"No. That's my problem there's no mistake. It was double checked by the staff on duty at the time, and we took full contact details. Authorization to withdraw one hundered million credits. We're not equipped to handle this kind of amount."
"Oh my.. I'd best try and find someone to speak to you as soon as possible!", as she gets on the commline to someone in charge of the medical center...
