As Horace Redfield, Tyana Delcrost and Ves stepped forward, the latter briefly turned around so that he faced his own delegation.
Ves pointedly stared towards his cat.
As shipbuilders, the Murphies should easily be able to make a ball that frustrated any attempt at trying to peer what was inside.
It was too bad that Murphy & Sons was originally a second-class shipbuilding company from the galactic rim. The company's grasp on technology was far from excellent.
This was why Ves specifically insisted that Lucky had to be present in the meetings with Murphy & Sons. His cat was one of the best and most covert spying tools at his disposal.
"Meow." Lucky rolled his eyes at Ves before flicking his tail upwards and to the left.
Ves nonchalantly turned forward again and sped his pace a bit. Before Tyana's delicate hand could grab onto the ball that was situated to the left and forward side of the bowl, his own arm rudely knocked it aside and claimed it for himself!
The woman glared at him, not that it mattered. He would never let go even if she tried to pry his fingers from the ball he was gripping. He even took the time to give her a toothy grin.
"Please open your balls."
There was a small button on the object. When pressed, the balls automatically parted in half, revealing the numbers marked on the insides.
The number 3 was clearly painted on Ves' ball.
"The order is set. Redfield Security shall go first. ZZR Manufacturing shall speak next. The Larkinson Clan shall have the honor of going last."
Ves smirked even as the others briefly sent odd glances in his direction.
It didn't matter if the Murphies and the others suspected foul play.
In fact, he guessed that there was a distinct reason why the Murphies decided to draw lots by using such a specific method.
If the shipbuilders really wanted to determine an order, then they could have just used a virtual dice rolling program on a comm.
Why should they go out of their way to design and fabricate balls made of expensive sensor-blocking materials and technology?
The only answer that made sense was that the Murphies wanted to test the responses of the bidders.
Being able to detect and claim the winning ball was a sign of competence. It was also a sign that the Larkinsons were willing to cross certain lines in order to attain their goals.
Whether this was good or bad in the eyes of the Murphy Family, Ves wasn't sure. Gelly Murphy and her fellow family members all looked as if they were judges in a talent contest. Everything was under their control and their decisions today could change the futures of several organizations.
Now that the speaking order became clear, Horace Redfield stepped towards the center.
Even though he had lost out the most this time, the mercenary leader still swaggered forward with an abundance of confidence.
As a mech officer who experienced plenty of combat, he faced plenty of adversity and difficulties throughout his career. A single setback wasn't enough to affect his optimism. So long as he still had a fighting chance, there was always a way to achieve victory!
The 80-year old retired mech pilot stood with an impeccably straight back as he faced the leaders of the Murphy Family.
"How many of you will remain alive in ten years?" He asked.
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