Posted Aug. 4, 2020, 12:48 p.m. by Lieutenant Siegfried Abel (Chief Medical Officer) (James Sinclair)
The fat-faced human man speaking in the sub space comms sounded indignant as he tried to yell over the commotion behind him. “Mister Abel -” he started before being cut off by the CMO of the Odin. “That’s Doctor Abel to you, Fergusen.” The normal soft-spoken and chipper doctor was neither soft spoken or chipper at the moment, and that was readily apparent in the reaction of the man trying desperately to speak. “FINE. DOCTOR Abel, you simply can’t do this! I know your reputation in the medical arena is stellar, but in business -” and again Abel cut him off.
“In business I have grown the Foundation’s primary funding by thirty-nine percent over the past 18 standard months even accounting for a three fold increase in spending. Our rate of return on our medical licensing has grown seventy-seven percent over the last nine standard months with an anticipated growth for the next eleven years. You, Fergusen, seem to have forgotton that even without that I don’t care about the money.” Abel scolded the flabby cheeked man. “Let me ask you this, Fergusen. Did the supplies make it there on time?” “Well, yes… but -” and Abel waved him silent. “Yes. Did the supplies prove effective and did the city see a decrease in deaths immediately after?” Rhe man sighed heavily and said “Again yes but the cost -” and Abel stood up and screamed at the vid screen. “DAMN YOUR COST AND DAMN YOUR MONEY GRUBBING HIDE YOU SACK OF TARG DUNG!!” The commotion behind the man ceased immediately and Fergusen swallowed hard as his eyes went wide.
Abel… quiet, demure, happy Abel the doctor was beet red and breathing like a wounded Klingon. “I have had it with you, you greddy little schill. You have second guessed and drug your feet since the Board appointed you to the CFO spot. Well, that ends now. As the Chairman of the Board and Chief Executive Officer, I have had it. Get out. Do not ever show your jeweled face around my Foundation again. And you can shove whatever severance you think you are owed somewhere painful. That will, instead, be donated to the orphanage build on Consdil II. Now get out before I reach through this screen and choke the life out of your greedy, sweaty, spineless body.” and he sat down hard and glared at the rest of the ‘Board’.
“Anyone else wanna put a price tag on helping people?”
Abel, CMO
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