“Typical,” he said darkly. “That’s a full three days behind schedule now and you want to whine about vacations? Not a chance…no, you tell your men that they can vacation when this product line is complete, tested, and delivered. That’s what I said…delivered. It better not take another seventeen days…then double up your shifts. I don’t care how it’s done just do it or find another job! I’ll give you seven days…that’s right, seven! Oh really? Is that going to be a problem Banks? Tell you what then, you can have all the vacation time you want starting now. You can go to the front office and pick up your last paycheck!” He shouted as he jabbed the comm. unit and threw his earpiece across the room. Chase Massey, CEO of Kuat Drive Yards sat back in his office chair, swiveled it around to the panoramic window so he could view the orbital shipyard and rubbed his eyes. This was getting out of hand, now he understood why Carson had suggested that he was happy to leave that job. A gentle knock at the door broke him out of his self made trance. “Yes?" He inquired.
“Sir, is everything alright, I heard shouting,” a young female voice answered. “Can I do something for you sir?"
Without turning to look Chase smiled and mumbled, “No, thanks Meliea, everything is fine. Wait, yes, bring me some whiskey please. Oh, and could you get the name of that employment service for me again, I need a new line Manager.”
“Of course sir,” she said and moments later she returned with a tray in one hand (she’d sensed his mood and brought the entire bottle) and a file in the other. “Here you are sir, and there is someone arriving in bay 42 to see you personally.”
“Oh, yes. Thank you Meliea,” he said as he slid away from the window, accepted a glass of whiskey, and downed it in one long pull. Feeling somewhat refreshed, and a bit lightheaded, Chase made his way to the hangers for a reception.
He arrived none too soon and strode in just in time to shake Dannil’s proffered hand. “Mr. Bo’Var, a pleasure sir. Welcome to Kuat Drive Yards. Please allow us the honor of collecting your luggage and taking it to one of our premier suites, and allow me the pleasure of giving you a tour of our facilities.” He said smoothly, all traces of anger vanished behind a pretentious smile.
