Space station of the sluts

“And Waypoint IV?” He made a face. “It never existed. It was a shell project. The parent company made it up to drive up our buyout price. We’re still in court with them a decade later — and because it’s in court, half the records are sealed. You want to try proving that a fictional station never existed and wasn’t taken over forcibly without documentation of the fraud? Be my guest.”

Megan held up her hands, laughing. “All right! I can tell this is an issue for you. Forget I said anything. Well — don’t forget that I won’t sign this station away, or its autonomy. But I’ll put Consortium scare stories from my mind.”

Shaylan had the good grace to look sheepish. He actually looked pretty good when he smiled, as odd as it was to think that. Megan could tell she was going to have to do some readjusting as long as this man was on her station. “Sorry,” he said, “Bit of a bugbear for me. Dispatch techs have the least control over corporate policy, and get to interact with clients the most. It’s not a great combination.”