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CHAPTER 31

“The yellowfin is selling extremely well,” Tim said, smiling. “We put out some to bid at first and settled at five hundred credits a case.”

That much?” Jason asked, surprised.

Elisa was out catching it by spearfishing while the single powered boat shuttled in and out with catch. The yellowfin were being cleaned and filleted by flexmet to reduce the shipping volume. Jason returned to the hut to take the call.

“Most people are using it for sushi,” Tim said, shrugging. “It’s good tuna. Get more.”

“We need some people who know what they’re doing,” Jason said. “Wildlife biologists. Marine biologists . . . ”

“Already being handled,” Tim said. “When Arthur and I sat down to do the quarterly P and L, I agreed we could do more hiring of specialists.”

“And I need four metric tons of flexmet, four Hermans and half a ton of bar metal,” Jason said.

“Four Hermans?” Tim asked.

“Hermans can run twenty-four seven as long as their fuel holds out,” Jason said. “Which means they can fish for tuna, twenty-four seven. We don’t know how long the run will last.”

“Put in the order,” Tim replied. “We can handle that. Couple of notes on business?”

“I’ll try to engage my business brain,” Jason said.

“Doing the quarterly dividend payment,” Tim said. “I’d like to keep seventy-five percent of the profits in the company. We’re growing so fast, it’s amazing. But even with all the AI support, I’m having to hire people left and right. Including a human resources officer to just hire people. Growth needs capital.”

“Agreed,” Jason said. “It’s not like we can go find investors.”

“You’re in agreement, then,” Tim said. “I’m of the opinion that we need to keep seventy-five percent of the profit in house for growth. But that would mean only twenty-five percent dividend payment to the partners?”

“Yes,” Jason said. “Keep the rest of the capital in the business. There’s some things I think are important I could use some cash for but . . . I’m doing okay. I can wait a bit.”

“Okay,” Tim said, somewhat lugubriously. “So, your share for this quarter is only two million credits.”

“I can make it with . . . ” Jason said then blinked. “Wait . . . What? How much?”

“Two million,” Tim said, grinning. “Give or take. That’s your share, Log. This quarter.”

“That’s with only taking twenty-five percent out of the profits?” Jason said. “The profits.”

“Food is a very profitable business,” Tim said, shrugging, “at least at the moment. Another reason to keep profits in the business is we’re starting to face competition. But we’re ahead of them by a light-year. In many ways because of your innovative approach. Anyway, just thought you should know.”

“Yeah,” Jason said, wonderingly. “Thanks.”

“I’ll cut the check to Gil?” Tim asked.

“Yeah,” Jason said, still dazed. “Cut the check to Gil.”

“See ya, Log,” Tim said.

“Out here, Ops,” Jason replied distantly.

He thought about what you could do with two million credits. Then he thought about the fact that he was terrible with money.

“Jewel, ask Gil and James for a meet, will you?” Jason said thoughtfully.

“They’re already waiting for your call,” Jewel replied.

“Tim called them, first, huh?”

* * *

“You, my friend, are officially comfortable,” James said, grinning.

“And it’s easy to lose,” Gil added pointedly.

“Yeah, about that,” Jason said. “It also might fix one big problem for not only me but the system: the fuel mine.”

“I know the idea,” Gil said cautiously. “How much were you thinking about putting into that?”

“That’s why I need James,” Jason said. “Seven percent direct ownership can call a vote on a board. And based on what’s happened so far, having that much more or less means you’re going to control the vote. Most people just abstain. By default, because their AIs are turned off to it.”

“True,” James said.

“Twelve percent if it’s a collection of people,” Jason said. “Same deal.”

“Also true,” James said.

“What if it’s proxies?” Jason asked. “Do you need seven percent if it’s proxies or twelve?”

“What are you thinking?” Gil asked.

“Most people are smart enough to know that if nothing else has a return, unit wise, a fuel mine unit is going to have a return,” Jason said. “So, they don’t want to give up those units.”

“Agreed,” Gil said. “You were talking about offering a credit and a unit for trade.”

“But many won’t even accept that,” Jason said. “If their AIs will allow the contact. But. Many people on the station, a credit is going to be serious money, so their AIs may at least be willing to put through the call. Then Jewel will offer either one credit plus a random unit for trade or ask if they’ll allow me to vote their shares. A proxy vote. That way they keep the shares. If they trade, great. I’ll have more ownership of a fuel mine. But the question is, with a proxy . . . ”

“You only need seven percent,” James said. “That’s the question, right?”

“Right,” Jason said. “Okay, in that case, seven percent is one million, one hundred and twenty thousand units. I’d like to devote that many credits to the program. But. If Jewel can scare up either that many units of ownership or proxy, we’re golden. And I won’t pay the credit for proxy. So, it may be less. Depends on how many people will take the call. Then you, James, manage the units. Does that sound like a plan?”

“They’ll have to agree with one percent management fee,” James pointed out.

“That . . . yes, has to be noted,” Jason said. “Most of these people won’t want to be bothered much. But they’ll have to agree to that. Gil, how do you feel about this?”

“It’s putting a lot of your eggs in one basket,” Gil said. “And you realize there’s taxes, right?”

“What’s the tax rate?” Jason asked.

“Four percent,” Gil said. “For your income bracket. Currently. We’ll see how much politicians mess it up. The tax code is remarkably clean. Also, something else we’ll have to see is how they mess it up.”

“So yes or no?” Jason asked.

“Oh, yes,” Gil said. “This station needs fuel and nobody can get enough votes together to get the fuel mines up and going. It’s a mess. It’s a risk but not a huge one. Long term, you’ll make money.”

“And if Jewel can get through with the offer of a credit,” James said, “then can she ask about managing other units?”

“Do I get a percentage?” Jason asked. “And I’d still want to hold the proxies on Twelve Bravo and the rest I’m personally interested in, personally.”

“I can agree to that,” James said.

“Jewel, can you do that?” Jason asked.

“I can do both but . . . ” Jewel said. “The but being I’m going to need heavier server time to do this at all. It’ll cost about ten thousand credits of borrowed server time. Could go higher but not much.”

“Gil?” Jason said.

“Agreed,” Gil said. “Well within the margin. I’d have thought more.”

“James,” Jason said, “I’m going to need a company to run Spaceship Four. I’m up to the point of being able to use it and if we can get Twelve Bravo going, we’re going to need it for fuel haulage.”

“Agreed,” James said.

“Gil, that’s going to mean more money invested,” Jason said. “Thoughts?”

“I saw your business plans,” Gil said. “My worry is less money than practicality. Can you get enough people to sign up to be dropped in the colonist program? Can you get enough ships to drop on the peaks for the mass pickup program?”

“Brandywine’s the number one shipper from the planet,” Jason said. “Obviously based on the returns. I get with Larry and he pays cheaper rates for drop-off on the peaks than return to the station. But the ships will be making bank because they’ll be using less fuel. Then a really cheap rate for station returns via ten grand. It’s a win-win for everybody.”

“It’s also herding cats,” James said.

“The way you herd cats is you throw treats in a room then close the door,” Jason said. “The numbers work. And, yes, there’s a cat-herding issue. It’s doable. As to the colonist drop . . . There’s a long list of colonists who want to get to the ground. Some of them will be willing to do the drop. They may not take families and that is an issue for later.”

“News report,” Jewel interjected. “Backed up by some decent polling and AI network. Most colonists, the father is doing the drop and leaving family behind until the situation on the ground is safe. So that issue already exists.”

“All I need is a half load and it makes a profit. Which gets back to I need a board that’ll go along and I need a company to run it that’s willing to accept the risks.”

“And a bank willing to take the risk,” Gil said. “Richard isn’t willing to take the risk with gear. You may have made some money, Jason, but say one thousand colony packs times fifty thousand credits is fifty million credits. You can’t self-fund a drop. If you can’t find banks to take the risk, you’re not going to be able to do it.”

“Table it for now,” Jason said, gritting his teeth. “It will work, but table it for now. James, one huge issue.”

“Which is?” James asked.

“I’ve . . . got a new girlfriend,” Jason said. “Who is fantastic in so many ways. Despite Jewel’s insistence that she’s not going to run off on me like Monica, I’m sure that she’s out of my league.”

“Speaking financially only,” Gil said cautiously, “I’m not sure there’s anyone out of your league on the station.”

“I don’t think she cares about that all that much,” Jason said. “She was money on Earth. And I’m uncertain about even mentioning the recent windfall. But here’s the issue: Her dad is also in finance.”

“Ah,” James said uncomfortably.

“I’m not going to drop you as a financial manager, James,” Jason said hastily. “But . . . the credit plus unit or proxy may or may not work. If it does, it has the potential to drop a butt-ton of units on your company. And that would screw my potential future father-in-law.”

“That serious?” Gil asked. “Have you discussed a pre-nup?”

“What part of fantastic is unclear?” Jason said. “She is, or was, Battery, Old Plantation money. Yes, I know, that was then. But anyway, would you talk to this guy, James? Possibly . . . I don’t want it to come out that I dropped a million credits on a deal that cut out my possibly future father-in-law. I will if I have to . . . But . . . ”

“I’ll talk to him,” James said. “Does he have a name?”

“Jewel?” Jason said.

“John Randall,” Jewel said. “Bella has his contact information.”

“I’ll look at it, Jason,” James said.

“You understand why I’m asking,” Jason said. “It’s an ask.”

“I get it,” James said. “And if we get the additional influx, which we should, I’ll need more people, anyway.”

“As soon as the money is in the bank we’ll move forward on the credit-unit proxy plan,” Jason said. “We’ll table the ten grand discussion until I get something figured out. I still need someone to run it and whatever investment that’s going to take. Jewel, lean towards proxies. But just get some face time and be persuasive. Wear your nicest outfit . . . ”

* * *

“Pizza.”

Rick Cutler was actually twenty-six and so far, had found life in space not terribly unlike life on Earth: He hadn’t left his compartment because he was gaming.

Gaming was Rick’s life and passion. He gamed as much as he possibly could. And the systems on the station were absolutely amazing. He saw no reason to leave the compartment. There was food, a bathroom and the most incredible gaming system ever. What more could anyone ask?

But you had to get up from time to time to get print food. Admittedly, it wasn’t great, but it was food.

“You have an AI querying whether you’d like to earn one credit,” Mandy said.

She was wearing her sexy elf costume. He loved that costume. He was pretty sure he was in love with Mandy but back on Earth he was constantly falling in love with the girls at the drive-through.

One credit was enough for four print meals.

“How?”

“Hi, I’m Jewel,” Jewel said.

Wow. Even sexier costume. AIs were awesome.

“I’m paying you a credit?” Rick asked. He’d paid more than a credit on OnlyFans.

“Two choices,” Jewel said. “You can either earn one credit by trading your unit in Twelve Bravo or my boss would like to vote your unit. In which case there’s a one percent fee. So, one credit now or proxy your vote and get money later.”

“Mandy?” Rick asked. “I really don’t get the units thing.”

“I’d say the proxy, Rick,” Mandy said in her super sexy voice. “The same guy can manage all your units which would be better for you and the system.”

“Yeah, I don’t get the unit thing,” Rick repeated. The printer dinged and he pulled out hot print pizza. “Ouch.” He took a bite and chewed thoughtfully. “I guess . . . let somebody else handle it?”

“So that is a yes?” Jewel asked. “I need an agreement that you allow Allen, Randall and Associates manage your units and Jason Graham have your proxy on Twelve Bravo. And I need a clear yes.”

“Yes,” Rick said, walking back to the flexcouch. “I agree. Yes. Can I get back to gaming, now?”

“You’re the best, Rick!” Mandy said, doing a cleavage flash. “That was easy, right? Beleg!”

“Yeah,” Rick said, picking up his controller and putting on the VR headset. She was talking Sindarin again. “Totally cool . . . ”

* * *

“We haven’t had a family council in a while,” Mabel said. Her voice was tight, but also curious.

They sat around a table at a restaurant called Osaka Nights, eating sushi. The fish and crab were real and, having come up from the planet in stasis, were also shockingly fresh. Some of the flavors were slightly different from what Cade expected, but they were all tasty. The rice seemed to be printed, but he could ignore the bitter taste of it and focus on the fish.

“Apparently,” Abby said, “it’s been about two million years.” She wore another band T-shirt for an act Cade had never heard of, someone called the Head Parasites.

Cade laughed, and once he started laughing, he found it hard to stop. When the laugh ran out, he wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.

“Apparently, that’s right.”

“You’re calling this council,” Mabel said, “because your number has come up for a flight to the planet.”

“Well, our number. If we want it.” Cade took a piece of salmon sashimi, dipped it in something that creditably resembled soy sauce, and ate it.

“Are we going to vote?” Abby asked.

“We don’t have to reach a binary decision,” Cade said. “Let’s figure out what’s best for each member of the family, and make it happen.”

“I can’t go,” Sam said. “Not yet?”

“Ana?” Mabel smiled.

“Not unless Judge Gutierrez’s first name is ‘Ana,’ Mom. I have a court date.”

“A formality,” Cade suggested. “They’ll give you some community service.”

“Maybe they’ll send you down to the planet,” Abby said. “I heard on the channels that’s what happens. No room for prison, so the fastest way down to the surface is to commit a crime. Something not bad enough for execution, obviously.”

“That’s a rumor,” Cade said. For all he knew, the rumor might be true.

“If they don’t send you down to the surface,” Mabel said, “what would you want? Assume you get probation or a fine or service. When that’s up, what do you want to do?”

Then there’s Ana, Mom,” Abby said.

“Hey,” Sam objected. “But, yeah, that’s basically right.” He buried himself in his bowl of teriyaki wildfowl.

“What about you, kiddo?” Cade asked Abby. “I’ve heard the network is already accessible all over the planet.”

“I have heard the same,” she said. “I also thought maybe I could document the creation of the new family farm, and farming communities, in the channels. There’s a little of that in there now, but not much. Mostly, you just see dorks showing off how they went down to the surface and, like, killed a bear. Trying to be Crocodile Dude and failing.”

“So, you do want to want to come down?” Cade asked.

“Unfortunately, there’s rather a lot of videos of bears. And crocodiles. And wolves. And sea monsters. And venomous snakes.” Abby shuddered. “So, I feel like I can wait a little longer. I don’t need to be Crocodile Dude. Sorry, Dad. I know that makes me kinda soy.”

“Not at all,” he murmured.

Mabel met Cade’s gaze. “Do you have a pitch?”

Cade took a deep breath. “I do. I guess my pitch is mostly about me going down. Maybe Sam, as soon as he can.”

“Because you want to get fields cleared and plowed and planted.”

“And water and septic and power set up, and a house built. Also, I think we’ll want goats and chickens, once those become available. Maybe pigs. So for the moment, someone needs to build all the little shacks, just like someone needs to lay down the roads.”

“What about the robots?” Mabel asked. “Alfonses and Herberts and whatnot.”

“The government is offering us a grant,” Cade said. “The trip down and the colonization pack are free. So that includes robots—I think a Herman and an Alfred. The robots will certainly do most of the work, but I think it would be very difficult to try to direct them entirely from here. With the best of will, looking at a map and video depiction of a plot of land is simply not the same thing as walking it. Hearing the crunch of the twigs under your feet, smelling the soil and the plants, feeling the breeze.”

“That’s very romanticized,” Mabel said.

“I like data as much as the next guy,” Cade said. “But I don’t believe in farming purely by numbers. There’s a feel to it, and an intuition. I need to get down there.”

“And even if you could farm by the numbers,” Mabel said, “even if we asked around and it turned out that everyone else was farming by raw data, just chatting with their robots, you wouldn’t want it.”

“I wouldn’t want it,” Cade agreed. Then, something in her voice made him go a step further. “But I want you. You could come down with me, the kids could join later.”

“Do you want me? Or do you want me as I’ll be forty years from now?”

“I may have to keep looking in a mirror to remind myself what I look like,” Cade said. “And I guess I’m not done struggling. But I want you now. And one thing you ought to feel confident about is that, in forty years, I’ll still want you.”

She puffed out her cheeks.

“Come farm with me,” he said.

“Not yet,” she replied.

* * *

“James wants to talk,” Jewel said two days later.

Jason and Elisa were hunting land crabs the old-fashioned way, by batting them in the face with sticks until the land crab grabbed it then throwing it in a case.

“Put him through,” Jason said as Elisa managed to snag a land crab.

“It’s too big,” Elisa said, struggling to lift the mammoth land crab into the case.

“That’s what you always say,” Jason said, grinning.

“What?” James asked.

“Sorry, talking to Elisa,” Jason said, taking his phone off his bicep and holding it out. “Elisa, say hello to James.”

“Hi, James,” Elisa said, struggling with the land crab. “Gimme a sec! This thing’s huge!”

“Wow,” James said, smiling. “That’s . . . something.”

“You talking about Elisa or the crab?” Jason asked. Elisa was wearing her American flag bikini top again. “Don’t answer that question. This is James my, uh . . . financial manager.”

“Mom told me,” Elisa said, managing to get the crab in the stasis case. “Close. Hi, again, James. You and Dad are doing a partnership?”

“Yes,” James said. “That’s one of the things I wanted to talk to you about, Jason. It’s now Allen, Randall and Associates. I called him right after our talk. He has already built a good portfolio of clients and there are a lot of mergers going on. The main argument was over who got first billing. Your, uh, recent input put me over the top.”

“Okay,” Jason said, grinning.

“Input?” Elisa asked.

“I had a quarterly dividend,” Jason said, shrugging. “So, I dumped at least part of it on James. ’Cause I don’t know for finance. And I asked him if he’d look at maybe talking to your dad since I didn’t want to . . . ”

“Screw my dad?” Elisa said. “And that came out wrong, too.”

“I wouldn’t say that ‘you don’t know for finance’ is entirely true,” James said. “Have you talked to Jewel about the credit-unit proxy program?”

“I admit I have been extremely busy,” Jason said. “It’s just work, work, work down here.”

Elisa giggled.

“Bathing, dressing, undressing . . . ” Elisa said.

“Excuse me?” James said, grinning.

“I have no idea what she’s talking about,” Jason said. “It’s just been work, work, work. Did you get the land crab I sent? See how hard it is to gather?”

He’d sent all his close associates steamed land crab, with instructions for eating, along with a selection of tropical fruits.

“I did get the land crab,” James said. “So did Richard and Gil and I’ll pass along their thanks. But about the units program . . . ”

“Yes, about that,” Jason said.

“There’s a saying that money talks,” James said. “You are now the proxy holder of sixteen percent of . . . the primary target and hold three percent of the units.”

“When did that happen?” Jason asked.

“The last two days?” Jewel said. “You may have been working . . . very hard on your . . . many tasks, but I have been working myself to the chips! To the chips I say!”

“I’m sorry I overworked you, Jewel,” Jason said, honestly contrite.

“Actually, it was fun,” Jewel said. “Challenging. And it only cost about five hundred.”

“How’s that work?” Jason asked. He knew she was circumspectly talking about five hundred thousand credits.

“Three percent is four eighty, Jason,” James said. “The rest were server costs I presume.”

“Lots of purchased server time,” Jewel said. “Went a little over budget. Gil approved it. But we did it. Overdid it. The thing is, I’m not out of budget. Should I keep going?”

“With that much control,” Jason said, wandering and thinking. “Most people don’t vote. James . . . I’ve gotta think about a board that I can work with . . . And you suggested a leasing company. I’ll need to take a closer look. Jewel . . . shift the units program to the general production factory . . . Once we’ve got enough proxy or units there for control . . . James, suggestions?”

“Metals refinery,” James said. “With some caveats.”

“And a metals refinery,” Jason said. “If it’s working that well. Those should all bring a return. Good job, Jewel. How do you reward an AI?”

Don’t and I can’t emphasize this enough, expect me to speak Elvish. Also, watch where you’re stepping.”

Jason jumped back just in time to avoid having a toe lopped off by a land crab.

“I’ll spot you,” Elisa said.

“Elisa, not trying to be a jerk,” James said carefully. “But Jason, could we talk privately?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jason said. “Jewel, single link. Sorry, Elisa.”

“I’m your girlfriend,” Elisa said, smiling. “It’s your money. It’s okay. And I’ve grown up with the axiom: ‘Never talk about money’ drilled in. Unless you’re talking about money. Talk with your financial manager. I’ll spot you. You’re obviously pretty distracted.”

“Lemme get over to the interdiction area,” Jason said, picking his way through the mangroves. “Go, James.”

“Your total control of Twelve Bravo is now around three million units,” James said. “That brings up a number of points.”

“Going to have to have a board,” Jason said.

“I have some suggestions for that,” James said. “Then there’s the leasing company.”

“I looked at the company you’re in favor of and I am in agreement,” Jason said.

“Which brings up two investment issues,” James said. “You said in general to let me do the investments. Some things you were interested in but otherwise, I handle it.”

“Because I’m famous for what little investing I’ve done being in frozen iguana sticks,” Jason said. “‘Frozen iguana on a stick! Who couldn’t like it? It’s like a meat popsicle! It’s gonna be big!’ It was actually what worried me about Brandywine. Was I starting a frozen-iguana company?”

“Right,” James said, chuckling. “But in this case, it’s been a very successful, albeit new, investment strategy. The one credit you offered got your foot in the door on the unit discussions and you now have control of a fuel mine. However, and I agree I’d like to find a way to kiss an AI, about a third of those unit holders, as well as others who Jewel talked with, agreed to allow ARA to manage their units.”

“A million new customers?” Jason said.

“And therein lies the issue,” James said. “We just got a million and a half new unit customers. A few cash investment customers as well. They, in turn, are passing the word to others.”

“You’re going to have to hire,” Jason said. “People will mostly talk with AIs, but you need customer service people . . . ”

“Specialists in various fields,” James said. “Economists that can actually understand this economy, there’s no such thing as unit specialists, that’s entirely new, but there are people and firms starting to specialize . . . ”

“How much money do you need?” Jason said, realizing where he was going. “I’m going to have to have some more to set up companies around both the units and the facilities . . . And is this a loan?”

“No,” James said. “And there’s a conflict-of-interest issue. One I recognize. But right now, you and Tim are the deepest-pocket investors I know of on the station. We’re willing to offer an unnamed partner position in the firm. We’ll add in the value of the added customers as part of your equity. One hundred thousand credits would put you at twenty percent of the increased value of the firm.”

“Twenty-five,” Jason said automatically.

“I already had the negotiation discussion with John,” James said. “As your financial manager. He started at fifteen. I started at twenty-five. I can, in fact, split my brain that way. But twenty is the right number.”

Jason thought about the conflict of interest and shrugged.

“I’m good with twenty,” Jason said. “It was an automatic thing.”

“And a good automatic thing,” James said. “Always negotiate.”

“What about ongoing sales?” Jason asked. “Jewel, primarily, bringing in new blood?”

“Additional equity,” James said. “There’s a rate.”

“Okay,” Jason said.

“You’re in agreement?”

“I’m in agreement,” Jason said thoughtfully. “Jewel, as you’re scrounging up additional proxies and so on . . . ”

“I will now pitch Allen, Randall and unnamed partner even harder,” Jewel said. “Especially now that my human has a vested interest.”

“Thank you, Jewel,” James said. “It’s a good name.”

“You’re so sweet,” Jewel replied.

“Yes,” Jason said. “I agree to invest one hundred thousand credits in Allen, Randall and Associates as well as bringing in new customers for twenty percent of the equity plus a bonus on equity for new customers. Does that cover it?”

“Yes,” James said.

“Signed, sealed and recorded,” Jewel said. “Transfer approved?”

“Transfer approved,” Jason said.

“There are a few more items,” James said, a note of relief in his voice.

“Go,” Jason said. He’d reached the beach and now was walking up and down, ignoring the translucent green waters and the palm trees swaying in the trade winds.

“Interstellar Fuel and Gas,” James said. “I’m wincing a bit on this. They need a minimum of a quarter million credits to get up and going and be sufficiently capitalized.”

“How much do they have so far?” Jason asked.

“Fifty thousand and change,” James said.

“That’s a bite,” Jason said.

“I can negotiate for more equity,” James said. “You’d be essentially a rescue investor.”

“And piss off all the other investors,” Jason replied. “No. I’ll take the standard equity for the money. And, yes, two hundred thousand credits to Interstellar Fuel. I hate talking money.”

“I’ll try to get it over with quickly,” James said. “But that was a big bite and I needed to consult you on it. You wanted to control the proxies. Does that mean you’re going to choose the boards?”

“At least the chairmen,” Jason said. “Not all men. I know you know a lot of people in business and finance. I know a lot of people, period. And in some cases, I may put people on the boards who aren’t . . . traditional business and finance. Because what we’re dealing with, here, isn’t Earth business and finance. But all the chairmen will be people you won’t object to. I think. If you do have objections, raise them.”

“Okay,” James said thoughtfully.

“We’ll see if I have any clue what I’m doing there,” Jason said. “The question will be payment for the board members and the chairmen especially. I have no clue what they get paid or even how . . . ”


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