Chapter 60:
The web
Nahndor:
Seeing as I am pressed for time, I decided to call all the manufacturers of emotion bottling headsets on Ursula 590. Yes, I can span to other planets in the Ursula Solar System, or even outside of it.
But this money should enrich Ursula 590. We, Manacom, are doing our best to make Ursula 590 the pioneer of the dimensional exploration. This is the home planet of the Dimensional Theory. Our most loyal support base is here.
I put the calls to hologram mode, making sure that each of the manufacturers is before their own chair. I find that, even though they might be at home, it is more professional, when they are given their own seat. It shows respect. You can’t build a web of favors without respect. When the timer that counts down to the meeting turns green, I clear my throat.
“Ladies, and gentlemen, I know that I am calling at the last minute, and that the time frame is a short one, but I need one million emotion bottling headsets, and about twice that among of emotion solvents,” I say.
Yes, Rodger, and isn’t it strange to call the Prime Minister by his name? Something that Agafia made me do, after I referred to him by his title one too many times. I see that the managers shift in their seats. Rodger did say a lesser number, but he also overpaid.
“If you don’t mind cutting corners,” Gregor, the manager of Caltea Orange, begins. I like him. He is a go-getter. Ever since he took over the management of his firm, it grew to become number one in its field. “Then we can 3D print you the headsets. The solvent will be trickier.”
“3D-printed headsets? Why don’t you offer him toys?” Allen, the manager of Happy Times, all but growls. Happy Times prides itself for using the old way of making headsets. With workers, and manufacture lines. “The electronics in the headsets are too fragile, to just place them after the shell has been 3D-printed. If you entrust the order to Happy Times, we will work overtime, and...”
“Complete it by the end of the year?” Gregor says with a smirk. “There is nothing wrong with 3D-printing, old man.”
I wince at that. Now, he has done it. Before Allen manages to get in a tantrum, I clear my throat.
“Actually, it has been proven that 3D-printed headsets just don’t cut it, when they are forced to work outside a planet, and on a moon,” I say, cutting their arguments. Allen smiles then, sure that he has the order. “I need traditionally made headsets. Gregor, you are called because your solvents are second to none. Allen, your work is a credit to the craft.”
The two glare at each other, but don’t argue.
“Nahndor, do we then split the order between all of us? Those of us who manufacture the headsets in a sturdier fashion,” Christopher, one of the traditionalists, begins. I just fold my lips in a line, to show him I don’t appreciate the quip he made at half the room. “And those of us that make good solvents, should do what we do best?”
Ah, nice save. Not that people didn’t notice that you just tried to put them down.
Still, he is one of the major players, and he has delicious connections to Nebula 543, the leader in technological advancement.
“That is precisely it. I have made a list, splitting you into two teams,” I say, and email them all the lists. “As you can see, you will be paid extra, for the short delivery time.”
I expect for them to argue, but they do not. That is good. They don’t have the time to argue with me.
“Well, then, Nahndor, we better be off,” Allen says, as he gives Gregor one last glare.
Gregor bites his lower lip, more than likely his tongue as well. I have to hand it to him. He started a fight, but now that Allen is extending the olive branch, he is man enough to accept it. They all end the calls, one by one. Until only Gregor is left.
“Do you have any questions, Gregor?” I ask him.
“You can supply anyone with anything, right?” He asks me. I frown at that.
“I work within the limits of the law,” I tell him, making it clear that I won’t step over the law, or my morals, to give his company a leg up.
“I won’t make you muddle your tail, Nahndor,” he scratches his nose. I let him collect his thoughts. Soon, he is speaking again. “I hear that Manacom has the permission for a class A+ teleport. Caltea Orange will be catapulted to new highs, with one of those.”
“It is not for sale,” I tell him. I busy myself with some papers on my desk, but don’t cut the call. I just let him know he is dismissed.
“No, I was thinking,” he wavers, and I look up to see that he is scratching his nose again. “You have the permission, but is it said in your permission slip, that you have to order just one teleport?”
“Not really, no,” I say, figuring where he is going. “If Caltea Orange foots the bill for the second teleport, and you don’t argue about my choice for a model, then I can see what I can arrange.”
“I won’t be able to choose the model?” Gregor asks.
“Sorry, but in the permission slip, it is written that we are allowed to buy only one type of teleport. Manacom’s needs come before your own, you must understand,” I tell him, ready to cut the call if I have to.
“What model did you choose?” Gregor asks.
“The Nebula Port, the latest model,” I tell him. His eyes begin to twinkle.
“Well, why didn’t you say so? That one is the most careful one with the cargo. Nahndor, order me one. I will pay for it, and pay Manacom 10% of the full price, for services rendered,” I level him with a stare when he finishes speaking. He blinks, finally getting what I really want. “And I will owe you a favor, of course. My connections will be your connections. Partners?”
“Partners,” I smile at him. We press the end call button at the same time. I smile in satisfaction, and get up to tell Rhea and Agafia that plan Influence Web was a success.
Chapter 60:
The web
Nahndor:
Seeing as I am pressed for time, I decided to call all the manufacturers of emotion bottling headsets on Ursula 590. Yes, I can span to other planets in the Ursula Solar System, or even outside of it.
But this money should enrich Ursula 590. We, Manacom, are doing our best to make Ursula 590 the pioneer of the dimensional exploration. This is the home planet of the Dimensional Theory. Our most loyal support base is here.
I put the calls to hologram mode, making sure that each of the manufacturers is before their own chair. I find that, even though they might be at home, it is more professional, when they are given their own seat. It shows respect. You can’t build a web of favors without respect. When the timer that counts down to the meeting turns green, I clear my throat.
“Ladies, and gentlemen, I know that I am calling at the last minute, and that the time frame is a short one, but I need one million emotion bottling headsets, and about twice that among of emotion solvents,” I say.
Yes, Rodger, and isn’t it strange to call the Prime Minister by his name? Something that Agafia made me do, after I referred to him by his title one too many times. I see that the managers shift in their seats. Rodger did say a lesser number, but he also overpaid.
“If you don’t mind cutting corners,” Gregor, the manager of Caltea Orange, begins. I like him. He is a go-getter. Ever since he took over the management of his firm, it grew to become number one in its field. “Then we can 3D print you the headsets. The solvent will be trickier.”
“3D-printed headsets? Why don’t you offer him toys?” Allen, the manager of Happy Times, all but growls. Happy Times prides itself for using the old way of making headsets. With workers, and manufacture lines. “The electronics in the headsets are too fragile, to just place them after the shell has been 3D-printed. If you entrust the order to Happy Times, we will work overtime, and...”
“Complete it by the end of the year?” Gregor says with a smirk. “There is nothing wrong with 3D-printing, old man.”
I wince at that. Now, he has done it. Before Allen manages to get in a tantrum, I clear my throat.
“Actually, it has been proven that 3D-printed headsets just don’t cut it, when they are forced to work outside a planet, and on a moon,” I say, cutting their arguments. Allen smiles then, sure that he has the order. “I need traditionally made headsets. Gregor, you are called because your solvents are second to none. Allen, your work is a credit to the craft.”
The two glare at each other, but don’t argue.
“Nahndor, do we then split the order between all of us? Those of us who manufacture the headsets in a sturdier fashion,” Christopher, one of the traditionalists, begins. I just fold my lips in a line, to show him I don’t appreciate the quip he made at half the room. “And those of us that make good solvents, should do what we do best?”
Ah, nice save. Not that people didn’t notice that you just tried to put them down.
Still, he is one of the major players, and he has delicious connections to Nebula 543, the leader in technological advancement.
“That is precisely it. I have made a list, splitting you into two teams,” I say, and email them all the lists. “As you can see, you will be paid extra, for the short delivery time.”
I expect for them to argue, but they do not. That is good. They don’t have the time to argue with me.
“Well, then, Nahndor, we better be off,” Allen says, as he gives Gregor one last glare.
Gregor bites his lower lip, more than likely his tongue as well. I have to hand it to him. He started a fight, but now that Allen is extending the olive branch, he is man enough to accept it. They all end the calls, one by one. Until only Gregor is left.
“Do you have any questions, Gregor?” I ask him.
“You can supply anyone with anything, right?” He asks me. I frown at that.
“I work within the limits of the law,” I tell him, making it clear that I won’t step over the law, or my morals, to give his company a leg up.
“I won’t make you muddle your tail, Nahndor,” he scratches his nose. I let him collect his thoughts. Soon, he is speaking again. “I hear that Manacom has the permission for a class A+ teleport. Caltea Orange will be catapulted to new highs, with one of those.”
“It is not for sale,” I tell him. I busy myself with some papers on my desk, but don’t cut the call. I just let him know he is dismissed.
“No, I was thinking,” he wavers, and I look up to see that he is scratching his nose again. “You have the permission, but is it said in your permission slip, that you have to order just one teleport?”
“Not really, no,” I say, figuring where he is going. “If Caltea Orange foots the bill for the second teleport, and you don’t argue about my choice for a model, then I can see what I can arrange.”
“I won’t be able to choose the model?” Gregor asks.
“Sorry, but in the permission slip, it is written that we are allowed to buy only one type of teleport. Manacom’s needs come before your own, you must understand,” I tell him, ready to cut the call if I have to.
“What model did you choose?” Gregor asks.
“The Nebula Port, the latest model,” I tell him. His eyes begin to twinkle.
“Well, why didn’t you say so? That one is the most careful one with the cargo. Nahndor, order me one. I will pay for it, and pay Manacom 10% of the full price, for services rendered,” I level him with a stare when he finishes speaking. He blinks, finally getting what I really want. “And I will owe you a favor, of course. My connections will be your connections. Partners?”
“Partners,” I smile at him. We press the end call button at the same time. I smile in satisfaction, and get up to tell Rhea and Agafia that plan Influence Web was a success.
