E-333: Zarg’s World Downport, Circus Galacta, VIP Lounge
He blinks, once.
“If even a fraction of what I’ve heard about the Vizierate is accurate, I don’t think you could work for them without being a somewhat secretive type.”
It is wrapped in iconic red-and-white-striped Circus Galacta material.
Lia will thank the salesperson and ask if there’s a carry bag since she’s holding a large stuffed arachnid.
Oliver frowns. “Surprisingly my time contracting for them was mostly being told to be more trusting.” He blinks back. “I didn’t say I have no secrets. Only that there was little to hide.”
He looks back at his photo. “Besides, this is a personal matter.”