Rion’s—boss took the nearest chair.
Palli just dipped her chin. “As I’m sure you know, the Trilanta Amusement Park and Fairgrounds has been a family business for generations. We were set up here back when this was nothing but a pit stop for pirates and haulers and transitory workers. My many times great grandmother started us out as a tiny rodeo with some showgirls and a couple of backfiring hover carts for rides. The place has grown up a lot since then, but we still remember our roots.
“That’s why my aunt struck a deal with Bluv Binner some years back to handle our concession and merchandising needs. His was a local family business too. Bluv always did a good job for us, and I’ve got no complaints against him. Junior, though—well, he’s a different matter.”
“Junior?” Varion asked.
“Bluv Binner, Jr.,” she clarified. “Bluv’s son isn’t exactly living up to his namesake, though.”
Willyem’s expression sharpened. “What makes you say that?”
Palli Farr ran her fingers through her hair and frowned. “That’s what brings you here today. Before I go into the details, though, I want your word that what I’m about to say doesn’t leave this room. Oh, you can act on the information, of course, but I don’t want the particulars being aired in public. Do I have your handshake on that?”
Curious now, Varion watched as Willyem thought it over and offered his hand. Palli dropped her feet to the floor long enough to reach forward and shake it. The woman looked like she had quite a grip.
“Good man,” she said. “I’ll give it to you straight then. That Junior is nothing but a worm. He’s been cheating me and skimming from his own company besides. The contract we have with Binner and Son is based on percentages of sales, both at the gate and at the concessions. I have a good idea where he’s pulling his figures out of.”
“Why tell us?” Varion asked. “You could always have him audited. Or if you have substantial proof that he’s embezzling funds, you could press charges.”
“All true,” Palli agreed, “but you’re forgetting something. However well deserved, if I start slinging mud, Junior isn’t the only one who’ll get covered in it. It’ll be bad press for the park and fairgrounds, and it’ll tear Bluv’s heart out. Plus Binner and Son’s employees could lose their jobs—people with families to support. I won’t have it.”
“Again,” Willyem said, “why are you telling us this? Gor and Tabbler would be happy to land such a huge client, but it sounds like you’re still locked in with Binner and Son through this contract.”
“Yeah, funny thing there.” Palli glanced down at her fingernails. “It seems to me it might be easier for everybody here if someone else—a larger company like, oh, Gor and Tabbler, say—were to take over Binner and Son and their contract. With the way Junior has been cooking the books, I bet he could be persuaded to sell for a fine bargain price. I doubt that little worm will stand up to the threat of jail time.”
Her eyes flicked back up, and she shot Willyem a direct stare. “Gor and Tabbler has a good reputation. You’ve got your fingers in a lot of pies, Willyem, but everyone says you’re honest, and you know how to make money.”
Willyem smiled, but Varion could see the shrewd gleam in his boss’s eyes.
“Will you be having a similar talk with any of my competitors?” Willyem asked.
“Depends.” She revealed her own savvy. “If a change of hands gets taken care of quickly and quietly, then there’d be no need to shop around. And if that fancy advertising department of yours should give us a hand marketing to the outer planets, well that would be quite a friendly gesture, wouldn’t it? The kind of cooperation that long-term, profitable relationships are built on.”
Excitement coursed through Varion’s veins as he took in the full import of what was going on here. The biggest recreational facility in