Continuum

[Karlotta]

Anton whispered into the intercom. “Was that the Ashanti docking? But I explicitly told you to not let her in!”

“There was no stopping her! She triggered an emergency dock procedure by clai...”

At that moment, Elsa Teufel marched into Anton's private study without bothering to knock. Anton quickly pressed the off button and jerked away from the intercom, pretending to be busy with something else.

“You should fire that Javelin guy. He exudes incompetence.”

Anton looked up as if he was surprised to see her.

“Elsa my dove! How good to see you! I wasn't expecting you back so...”

“Save that crap for later. That trade run you're trying to make me do is a waste of time. Why would I ship a cargo hold of oxygen for a crappy price, just so some hypochondriac Zoners can have a nice view? Is it their most common deathbed request or something?” Elsa raised an eyebrow and smirked in acknowledgment. "The view is nice though. You have to give them that."

"I... it's a diplomatic matter, my dear. We have to build alliances and make friends, and..."

"Oh gods, Anton. You've been suckered into a bad deal and pulled all the way over the table. Again." She stuck out her chin. "Let me talk to them."

"NO!!!" Anton winced. "Really, it's a very delicate..."

"Fine! But tell them the right price. I hope you can do that at least."

Elsa threw a data pad containing a commodity chart on Anton's desk. For a while, he just stared at the pad, lost in thought, for inexplicable reasons.

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