365 Days of Drabbles: Day Twenty-Four
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jeriendhal"How much?"
"Two-hundred million credits a year," Mel told her sister-in-law. "That's for a minimum of one hundred dockings per annum with unlimited cargo. That's a bargain, Salli."
"I know it's a bargain." Her gaze sharpened. "And what are you sneaking in that makes undercutting yourself worth it?"
"Not in," Mel hedged. "Look, do you have any idea how much profit I can make shipping spiralwood back home if I'm doing it myself?"
"One hundred fifty per year," Salli declared, after a pause. "And you give me ten percent of your profit from the spiralwood. Gross."
"Done, damnit," she grumbled.
"Two-hundred million credits a year," Mel told her sister-in-law. "That's for a minimum of one hundred dockings per annum with unlimited cargo. That's a bargain, Salli."
"I know it's a bargain." Her gaze sharpened. "And what are you sneaking in that makes undercutting yourself worth it?"
"Not in," Mel hedged. "Look, do you have any idea how much profit I can make shipping spiralwood back home if I'm doing it myself?"
"One hundred fifty per year," Salli declared, after a pause. "And you give me ten percent of your profit from the spiralwood. Gross."
"Done, damnit," she grumbled.
