I expected a whistleblower case. I met her at the boardwalk.
Esmerelda sat looking at the gantry where humanity’s first interstellar spaceship took off. “It was a small design firm,” she said. “Everyone did lots of jobs. He hired me as a secretary. Before it was done, I designed ninety-percent of the XV-11.”
“But William Tull made hundreds of billions off that design. Did he pay you?”
“Paid me a secretary’s wage.”
I saw dollar signs. “Well, let’s sue him! He owes you billions at least.”
“I ran accounting too.” Esmerelda smiled. “Islands are cheap these days.”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/12/09/11-december-2020/