Director Nelstarn stepped into her superior’s office, bowing her head as she did so. Not that she could see much anyway. The office was kept dark, so dark she could never make out more than a cloaked shape. She even had to enter through a darkened corridor, to ensure no light from outside strayed in.
Her superior’s voice was husky, each word sounding like a strain. She’d always found it impossible to even determine their s*x. She didn’t even know their name, real or assumed, or their rank in the company. Only that they were, most certainly, her superior.
“The Glimmer is on its way?” asked her superior.
“It is. And the payload is secure.”
“Good. Good! Fate is fickle, sometimes. We went to all that effort trying to capture Captain Tarkus, to fit him with a slave collar and brin
