Her Celestial Farm on the Scrapyard Planet novel Chapter 346

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Chapter 346 Resignation, Effective Immediately

It had been a throwaway comment, the kind of thing you say without really meaning it. Most of the people who heard it treated it that way because, honestly, quitting one of the kingdom’s major shipping conglomerates, good salary, solid benefits, real career trajectory, for access to a farm stand, was absurd on its face.

Orla didn’t hear it that way. Her head snapped up as someone had just thrown her a lifeline.

She turned to Fiona, words tumbling out faster than she could organize them. “Wait, so if I left NovaSea Transport, if I had no connection to them at all, legally, no employment, nothing, I’d be off the blacklist? I could make a regular appointment and buy from the farm like anyone else?”

Fiona blinked. She’d dealt with plenty of people trying to find loopholes, but this particular angle was new.

She thought about how Elizabeth had framed the rule when she’d set it, then nodded. “The blacklist applies to the specific entity and its associated individuals. If you can demonstrate, and we can verify, that you have no remaining legal, professional, or financial ties to NovaSea Transport or any of its affiliates, then yes. In principle, you’d fall outside the scope of the restriction.”

“Orla, are you out of your mind?” The team lead grabbed her by the arm, voice dropping into something urgent. “Don’t listen to this. You’re not seriously considering throwing away your position at NovaSea for a farm. Do you have any idea how many people would kill for that job? The career path, the compensation, and what it does for your standing. Think about what you’re saying.”

The others chimed in immediately. “It’s food, Orla. Really good food, sure, but there are other options. Your job isn’t something you just walk away from.”

“Go back, explain what happened, maybe the damage isn’t as bad as it looks. Don’t blow up your whole career over one bad afternoon.”

Orla shook her head slowly. There was something in her face that hadn’t been there before, a settled quality, like a decision that had already finished being made.

She held up the recruitment flyer, the one the kids had been handing out earlier, now soft and slightly crumpled from being gripped too long.

“It’s worth it.” Her voice was quiet, but it didn’t waver. “For me, it is. My father needs this.”

She didn’t look at her colleagues again. She turned back to Fiona and held out the flyer with both hands, formal in a way that felt deliberate. “My name is Orla Everson. Until today, I was a mid-level logistics coordination specialist at NovaSea Transport. I’d like to formally apply for a position in the farm’s warehousing and logistics operations. I know the major shipping lanes, I know inventory management, cost control, and risk mitigation. I’m willing to submit to a full background check, and I’m prepared to terminate my employment with NovaSea Transport effective immediately.”

Her colleagues stared at her. A few of the nearby visitors who’d caught the exchange stared too.

Quitting on the spot to work at a farm. Was she actually serious?

Fiona was surprised, she could admit that privately. She’d seen people try all kinds of things to get around the farm’s rules, but someone resigning on the spot from a major corporate posting to apply for a job

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here, that was a first.

She looked at Orla’s face, at the urgency there and the complete absence of doubt, and thought about the gaps in the farm’s logistics operations, the ones Elizabeth had been meaning to address, the shortage of anyone who actually understood supply chain coordination at scale.

She didn’t say yes. She said, “Give me a moment,” stepped aside, and pulled up a video call to Elizabeth on her terminal.

It connected almost instantly. Elizabeth’s image appeared on the screen, half-framed by what looked like a workshop behind her. She was holding a small trowel.

Fiona kept it brief. “Boss, one of the NovaSea Transport employees, Orla Everson, can’t purchase anything because of the blacklist. She’s offering to resign from the company on the spot and is applying for a position in our warehousing and logistics department.”

She forwarded Orla’s ID information and a quick summary of the conversation as she spoke.

Elizabeth looked at it. Her expression didn’t give much away, the quick, lateral kind of assessment that didn’t bother with visible deliberation.

Orla watched the small image on Fiona’s terminal and forgot to breathe.

It took less than ten seconds.

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