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The alert reached Daventree some ten minutes before the train was due to arrive. He checked the chrono display and ran his eyes over the timetabled events. Yes, everything was as it should be.
“Do we have the shipment ready?” he asked.
Across the room, at his own desk, Kester looked up as his fingers tapped on his screen. “Of course. Fulfilled the order exactly, all waiting in the holding bay. Even arranged it how you asked.”
“You mean, how we agreed.”
“After your suggestion.”
Kester smiled, and Daventree reminded himself this was the man’s way of having some fun. He didn’t see where the pleasure lay, but the mock taunting caused no damage, and he’d long since decided to let it ride, as Kester was wont to say. Let it ride, go with the flow.
Let it ride, go with the flow.“
