“Why this particular meeting?” Jack said.
“That seam you found,” Bourne said. “It’s big.”
“I know that, Chad,” Holloway said. “I found it, remember?”
“No,” Bourne said. They had arrived at the door of a meeting room. “You think you know. But it’s bigger than even youthink it is. It’s attracted a lot of attention here and back home already. It’s become a priority.”
“What does that mean?” Holloway said.
“Promise me, Jack,” Bourne said. “As the contractor who found the seam, you have a vested interest, and we’re required by the E and E charter to keep you in the loop with everything. And I will. But you have to promise me that you’re going to behave yourself.”
“Or what?” Holloway said, genuinely curious.
“There’s no ‘or what,’ Jack,” Bourne said. “This isn’t just you and me sticking each other with pins to see who screams first anymore. I’m not threatening you. I’m not making demands. I’m asking. Please. Behave.”
Holloway was quiet for a minute. “You say this find is big,” he said, to Bourne.
“Yeah,” Bourne said.
“How big?” Holloway asked.
“So big that if I didn’t happen to be your ZaraCorp handler, the only way I’d even get to be nearthis meeting is if I was told to bring in some sandwiches,” Bourne said.
“This is different from your daily life how?” Holloway asked.
“Jesus, Jack,” Bourne said. “Are you even listening to me?”
“It was a joke,” Holloway said.
“You’ve told better ones,” Bourne said, and then noticed the sudden smile on Holloway’s face. “What?”
“That’s the second time I’ve heard thattoday, too,” he said.
“Jack,” Bourne said.
“Relax, Chad,” Holloway said. “I hear you. I’ll behave. I promise.”
“Thank you,” Bourne said.
“But after all that, this meeting better live up to the billing,” Holloway said.
“Well, you tell me,” Bourne said. He opened the door to the meeting room. Inside was the entire upper echelon of the local ZaraCorp management.
“Okay, that isimpressive,” Holloway muttered to Bourne. Bourne didn’t respond.
“And here is the man who just made Zarathustra Corporation’s annual report that much brighter this year,” said Alan Irvine, ZaraCorp VP and Planetary Director for Zara XXIII. He smiled and got up from his chair to shake Holloway’s hand, and gave him a too-hearty slap on the back. “Mr. Holloway. You are most welcome here.”
“Thanks,” Holloway said.
“Please, sit,” Irvine motioned to an empty chair at the table. There was only one; Bourne, apparently, would spend the meeting standing, along with a series of other underlings who unobtrusively lined the walls. “I assume you’re familiar with the rest of the crew here.”
“Yes,” Holloway said, and nodded generally down the table. “I’ve been to the ZaraCorp holiday parties.”
“Of course you have,” Irvine said. “I seem to recall you on the arm of that biologist of ours. Warner?”
“Wangai,” Holloway said.
“That Indian?” Irvine asked.
“Kenyan,” Holloway said. “By way of Oxford.”
“Right,” Irvine said. “Still seeing her?”
“Saw her earlier today,” Holloway said.
“Wonderful,” Irvine said. He turned and motioned to one person in particular. “Here’s someone you don’tknow, though. Mr. Holloway, this is Wheaton Aubrey the Seventh. He’s doing a tour of the ZaraCorp divisions and properties and happened to be here when you called in this claim. You may recognize the name.”
“Sure. One very much like it is on all my checks,” Holloway said. He could sense Bourne stiffening up behind him. This was very close to not behaving. Fortunately a small ripple of laughter went around the table at the comment.
“So it is,” Irvine said. “And likely not too far in the future, it’ll be hissignature there.”
“Hopefully later rather than sooner,” Aubrey said in a tone that to Holloway did not suggest that the former was in fact all that much more preferable than the latter. Aubrey turned in his seat to face Holloway. “I see from your file you went to Duke.”
“Law school, yes,” Holloway said.
“I was there for undergrad,” Aubrey said. “Class of ’18.”
“We missed by three years,” Holloway said.
“It’s not every Duke JD that ends up in the wilds of a Class Three planet,” Aubrey said.
“It’s a long story,” Holloway said.
“I would think so, considering it apparently involves disbarment,” Aubrey said. “That’s never a quick thing to explain, is it?”
Holloway looked at Aubrey, with his pleasant, sun-tousled features, notwithstanding the famously beakish Aubrey nose, which Holloway guessed had never once been punched in for its owner being a smug dick. “No, it’s not,” he said. “But inasmuch as this particular long story ends up with me getting rich and you and your family getting even richer, I don’t suppose either of us can complain about it too much.” He smiled at Aubrey.
After a moment, Aubrey smiled back. “Indeed not,” he said. He turned toward Irvine, who had watched the exchange between Aubrey and Holloway with some consternation. “And it’s one story that we can skip to the end of, since I believe we were about to discuss just how muchricher we are all going to be.”
“Right,” Irvine said, and tapped the infopanel on the table in front of him. The wall directly behind him woke up and displayed a presentation slide. “Johan, I think you’re going to walk us through what we’re seeing.”
“Yes,” said Johan Gruber, Director of Exploitation for Zara XXIII. He turned to the wall. “After Mr. Holloway established the claim and forwarded the data from the initial survey, it became clear that the sunstone seam was likely larger than we had originally estimated. We sent an additional survey team to the area—”
“Excuse me?” Holloway said. All surveys of a contracted surveyor’s land had to be performed or supervised by the surveyor. To do otherwise was to risk loss of a claim or subsequent profits from finds stemming from the original claim. “I wasn’t made aware of that.”
“Exigent circumstances,” said Janice Meyer, ZaraCorp’s General Counsel on Zara XXIII. “If you look in your contract, you’ll see that ZaraCorp may, in certain pressing circumstances, operate in a contractor’s territory to expedite the collection of information or materials.”
“What’s the pressing circumstance?” Holloway said.
“I am,” said Aubrey. “This is a significant find, and I wanted to be able to report on it to the chairman and the rest of the board. I was scheduled to leave Zara Twenty-three tomorrow, so I authorized the exigent circumstances clause.”
“You needn’t worry, Mr. Holloway,” Meyer said. “In the event of the exigent circumstances clause being triggered, all additional finds are automatically appended to the original find and the surveyor additionally compensated.”
“How so?” Holloway said.
Meyer looked over to Irvine, who nodded. “We feel an additional tenth of a percent is appropriate,” he said.
“That sounds fine,” Holloway said.
“Congratulations on your point-three-five percent,” said Aubrey, with the sort of casual condescension that comes from knowing that one’s own share of the pie is immeasurably greater. He motioned at Gruber to continue.
Holloway debated saying anything but then realized that if he didn’t, he’d be forced to take a cut. “Half a percent, actually,” he said.
“I beg your pardon?” Aubrey said, annoyed to be interrupted.
Holloway glanced over to Bourne, who looked appalled to be noticed. “Tell him,” he said.
“Uh,” Bourne said, and then caught himself. “Mr. Holloway recently renegotiated his contract for point-four percent of the gross,” he said. “So this bonus does take him to half a percent.”