Her Celestial Farm on the Scrapyard Planet (by Kay Lucas) novel Chapter 420

Chapter 420 Due Process

“Inspection team: Interstellar Route Authority, Third inspection Division.”

He filled in the last field and confirmed.

His gaze lingered on the “Approved” status on the screen as he let out a long, slow breath.

That was step one.

Handle the most urgent matter first. Take the edge off those people’s fury before it got any hotter.

Step two was making sure none of this landed on him.

Maverick leaned back in his chair and let his mind run at full speed.

Someone had to be responsible for this.

That was how the system worked.

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When something went this badly wrong, the people above always needed someone to offer up.

If that someone was him, he was done.

It had to be someone else.

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But who?

very name he could think of.

He cycled through every

His deputy?

No good. The man had been at his side for over a decade and knew far too much. If he felt cornered, he’d talk, and that would make everything worse.

Someone from the approval division below him?

Also no good. He’d handled this one personally. Blaming a subordinate would be transparent to anyone who looked closely.

What he needed was someone who genuinely had system access, someone who could plausibly have made an error, someone who was careless enough that a mistake would be completely believable.

Someone with no real competence, no real understanding of the work, someone who couldn’t explain themselves clearly even if they tried.

Someone no one would rush to defend.

Maverick’s gaze drifted slowly to the empty secondary desk sitting in the corner of his office.

That was Scapier Buckner’s spot.

His brother–in–law.

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His wife’s family’s precious darling Spoiled rotten since childhood, the textbook definition of an entitled rich kid.

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No skills, no ambition, neinterest in developing either. Just an endless appetite for spending money and causing problems.

His in–laws had pulled every string they had and paid through the nose to get the man into the Fifth Military.

He hadn’t lasted a month before they threw him out

In the end, Maverick had been the one to clean it up, carving out an assistant position on his own staff and handing it to Scapier just to keep the peace with his wife and her parents.

He’d never had any respect for the man, but there was nothing he could do. You didn’t cross your entire in–law family over something like this.

And the result?

Scapier had shown up and contributed exactly nothing.

Couldn’t organize files. Couldn’t take meeting notes. Half the time he couldn’t even figure out the device system without help.

Every day it was Starnet, games, and bothering the female staff.

Maverick had quietly arranged for the secretarial team to spend three months tutoring him on the basics, and the man still couldn’t format a standard memo correctly.

It made Maverick’s teeth ache. But firing him was out of the question. That was a declaration of war on the entire in–law family.

Now, though…

Maverick stared at that empty desk, and the look in his eyes slowly changed.

Scapier had account access.

He was an assistant, and handling basic administrative tasks was part of the role. That was entirely normal.

Scapier’s operational competence was genuinely, verifiably terrible.

Deleting files by accident, submitting forms with errors, the entire secretarial division knew his track record

record

And Scapier’s background, specifically his family’s connection to the Fifth Military, was indirect enough that even if someone pulled the thread, it wouldn’t lead anywhere damaging.

A perfect fit for the role he needed filled.

Still, Maverick sat with it for a few seconds.

This was his wife’s brother.

This was his in–laws‘ most beloved child.

If he pushed Scapier out into the open, his wife’s family would detonate, and his wife would make his life unlivable.

But if he didn’t, he was the one who went down.

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Twenty–three years to climb this far.

Maverick set his jaw, opened the system backend, and pulled up the login interface.

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He typed in Scapier’s credentials. The man hadn’t changed his password once. It was still the default “123456,” no matter how many times anyone had told him to update it.

Login successful.

He pulled up the approval records, located the Planet A001 entry, and opened the operation log under Scapier’s account.

Then he started building the story.

First, he fabricated several “anomalous login entries.” Late–night timestamps, location data placing the activity near the bar Scapier was known to frequent.

The man genuinely did spend half his nights out at that place. Everyone in the office knew it.

Next, he manufactured some “operation traces.” He partially deleted sections of the original denial record in a way that looked accidental, then left behind a scattering of disorganized, half–finished modification drafts.

He was meticulous about it. Every step was calibrated to match the exact kind of mistake Scapier would make, not deliberate sabotage, just incompetence. Someone who didn’t know what he was doing, clicking on things he didn’t understand.

Finally, he sent an internal notice from his own account.

“All staff are reminded to maintain proper account security protocols Recent internal review has identified anomalous activity on certain accounts. An investigation is underway.”

That way, when this surfaced, it would look like the system had caught it on its own. Not something he’d gone looking for.

When he was done, Maverick logged out of Scapier’s account, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes.

His heart was pounding. His palms were soaked. This was the first time he’d ever moved against someone inside his own family.

But there wasn’t another option.

He opened his eyes, pulled up the Interstellar Route Authority’s official public platform, and started drafting a statement.

“Interstellar Route Authority Official Notice. Regarding recent public concern surrounding the navigational lane application submitted by Tycoon Farm on Planet A001, our bureau conducted an emergency internal review and wishes to clarify the following.

“First, the navigational lane application filed by Tycoon Farm on Planet A001 has been formally approved effective today. An inspection team will arrive on–site within three days to conduct a review of weapons configuration and infrastructure. Upon successful completion of the inspection, the navigational route will be officially opened for operations.”

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