Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 36

Chapter 36 Sixty Thousand

Chapter 36 Sixty Thousand

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She stepped down from the platform and made her way back into the compact room. Cheiron was leaning by the doorway, waiting.

“How are you feeling?”

Margaret gave a lazy shrug. “Fine. Didn’t get zapped.”

Cheiron’s eyes widened for a second, then a smile crept across his face. “That wasn’t going to happen. That machine doesn’t even use electricity.”

Margaret let out a noncommittal “oh” and promptly spun around to face the middle-aged woman.

“Are the results in?”

The woman looked up, held her gaze on Margaret for a couple of seconds, and then nodded. “35 class.”

Margaret paused for a beat.

That’s it?

She’d expected gasps, cheers, some kind of “oh my god a 3S-class female has been born” dramatic reaction. But no. Both researchers, Cheiron included, were cool as cucumbers. So cool that Margaret almost wondered if Primo had been wrong and 3S-class females were actually a dime a dozen.

The woman went back to scribbling in her notebook after dropping that bombshell. The male researcher returned to his station and started organizing the test data.

Right. Academy people. They’d seen bigger.

Margaret shook off her thoughts and looked at the woman again.

“Um…” she started.

The woman looked up. “Do you have more questions, Ms. Greene?”

Margaret asked the thing she cared about most right now. “How much subsidy do I get each month as a 35 class?”

The woman paused. The male researcher paused, 100, his hands freezing mid-motion.

Cheiron, standing behind Margaret, didn’t react at all. His face said he thought this was exactly the kind of question Margaret would ask.

The woman recovered quickly, her voice staying perfectly professional. “There’s currently no subsidy standard for 35-class females. But following precedent, your subsidy will likely reference the S class standard with an appropriate increase,”

“How much of an increase?” Margaret pressed.

The woman thought for a moment. “The exact amount will need to be calculated by the Central Brain and the finance department. But a conservative estimate would put it between fifty and a hundred thousand.”

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Margaret’s eyes lit up.

Fifty to a hundred thousand a month? How many cabbages can I buy with that?

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“Of course,” the woman added, “that’s just the base subsidy. If you take on cleansing work, you’ll have additional income on top of that.”

Margaret nodded and tried to keep her cool. But inside, she was already running the numbers. Fifty thousand a month, that was six hundred thousand a year. Add that to her million credit savings, and she could totally just coast, kick back, and live that happy life eating cabbage every single day, right?

Wait, no. Not just cabbage. She needed meat too. And fruit. And…

“Okay, thanks,” she said, keeping her voice as steady as she could.

The woman nodded and went back to her writing.

Margaret turned to Cheiron. “Can we go now?”

Cheiron’s gaze lingered on her for a second before he looked away. “Let’s go.”

They walked out of the room and retraced their steps, passing through door after door after door. Cheiron moved through the motions like he’d done it a thousand times. Margaret followed behind, her head still stuck on that number.

She was still doing mental math when they made it through the last door and emerged back in the underground garage. Cheiron’s hover car sat there quietly.

Something occurred to her. “Hey, you’ve got the hospital to get to, right? I’ll come with you and then grab a ride home from there.”

She figured Cheiron had already gone out of his way to drive her to the Academy, and she shouldn’t hold him up from work any more than she already had. After all, he was the director of the Prime Planet Central Hospital. He probably had a ton of stuff on his plate.

But Cheiron shook his head. “Nothing pressing at the hospital today. I’ll just take you straight home.”

She nodded and didn’t argue, climbing into the car. Nothing pressing? Fine by her. That saved her a cab fare. And if he said it was nothing pressing, it was probably true.

Cheiron got in, too. The hover car glided smoothly out of the garage, following the green light strip and merging into the main traffic flow.

The car was quiet. Margaret leaned back in her seat and watched the scenery blur past the window. Her eyes followed the hover cars zipping around, her mind wandering all over the place. For some reason, the silence suddenly felt awkward.

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