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... and this habitat. You are not
the sort we want living here."
"I am delighted to leave," Gwen answered, not stirring, "just as quickly as
you settle my account. And my husband's account."
"Get... OUT!"
Gwen put out her hand, palm up. "Cash first, you bald-faced swindler. The
balance of our accounts plus the fare-home deposits we each made when we got
here. If we leave this room without collecting, there's not a prayer that you
will ever pay what you owe us. Pay up and we leave. The first shuttle down to
Luna. But pay up and right now! Or you'll have to space me to shut me up. If you
call in your goons, you flannel mouth, I'll scream this place down. Want a
sample?" Gwen tilted her head back, cut loose with a scream that made my teeth
ache.
Sethos, too, apparently-I saw him flinch.
He stared at her a long moment, then touched some control on his desk.
"Ignatius. Close the accounts of Dr. Richard Ames and of Mistress Gwendolyn
Novak, uh"-with only a momentary hesitation he correctly stated my compartment
number and that of Gwen-"and deliver them to my office at once. With cash to pay
them off. With receipts to chop and print. No checks. What? You listen to me. If
it takes longer than ten minutes we'll hold a full-scale inspection of your
department ... see who has to be fired, who merely has to be demoted." He
switched off, did not look at us
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