“Commancors reported extremely displeased with current contractor’s performance… excellent opportunity to pick up Blue Harvest contract… ” Just business. Megan wasn’t prying into her background. Jade tossed the report casually aside and went back to what she’d originally intended.
She put the box she’d been carrying down on the table along with a knife from one of her arm sheaths. She then walked to the end of the table and removed a stack of trays from the antique walnut sideboard. She fanned them out on top of the sideboard—two sterling deco-designed pieces, three that matched Megan’s Wedgwood china service, and one carved from a rare wood found on Cyclad Arik’s home planet. It was a rich brick red with golden metallic flecks of iron pyrite through it—one of the prettiest adaptations to
