Beka and the man were back at the bar. "I'll buy you a drink and we can talk."
"Why not?" Beka was agreeable but, wary. It was always best to not let your guard down in these kinds of places.
"I'm Jarmin Tokes. I'm quite successful at my businesses and I'm always looking for new recruits. Are you interested?"
"I might be. I'm--She'd nearly said Beka Valentine. "I'm Diana Cobor. Like I said, you name it, I've done it. But this isn't getting us anywhere." She sipped her drink.
"Let's get down to the important stuff."
Jarmin laughed. "Fine. Well, I like my pilots to stick close so they can be available whenever I need them. In short, it means you'll be on call which means you have to live here. Is that going to be a problem?"
Beka flashed back to her time on Tarn-Vedra and felt the pain return. Quickly, she squelched it. No place for that here during business negotiations. "No. But, you haven't mentioned the most important part--the pay. I assume this being on call thing will be reflected in the price you pay me. I expect to be paid accordingly."
Jarmin laughed again. "Ahh, yes. The pay." He named a figure. "Will that be acceptable?"
Beka almost gasped. It was more than acceptable--it was incredible! She kept her cool, though. "Yes, that is acceptable, thank you."
"So, you do accept my offer, then?" She nodded. "Excellent. Welcome to my crew, Diana."