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They that sow the wind shall reap the whirlwind.
—Book of Hosea, Old Testament
Matt sat at the desk in his home office. He had surrendered to Gina’s urging to buy Ben’s abode on the Haven when he realized just how short of space they were throughout the BrainTrust. They’d had a hard time finding him a place to put his desk, much less a private conference room, on the Argus with his team, so he’d turned part of their new home into an office. The place was too large, in his opinion. Gina thought it a wee bit small, but she’d manage somehow.
Dash sat beside him, explaining some new opportunities to him. Somehow, opportunities always seemed like reasons to spend more money. He’d burned almost half the SpaceR cushion getting the Heinlein up and running. He’d have to be more care
