The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 347

Chapter 347 Boardroom

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Orla’s former colleagues stood there in collective silence, trying to process what had just happened.

That was it? Was she hired? No interview, no screening process, just a verbal summary of her work history, and they’d said yes on the spot?

The team lead made one last attempt. “Orla, come on. Just think about it a little longer.”

Orla took a slow breath, accepted the screen Fiona held out, and started reading.

When she got to the clause about employees and their immediate family receiving a 50% discount and priority purchasing rights, something in her face went very still and very certain.

She didn’t hesitate after that. Once Fiona confirmed her background check had come back clean, she signed, completed the biometric binding, and without pausing, pulled up her personal terminal and fired off an expedited resignation to her direct supervisor and HR at NovaSea Transport. Reason given was concise and final–personal career change.

Then she exhaled, turned to her former colleagues, and gave them a smile that was apologetic but not at all uncertain. “I’m sorry, guys. This is something I have to do. I hope everything goes well for you.”

They couldn’t say much to that. What were they supposed to say? Was she abandoning the company?

The company’s own shareholder had gotten them all blacklisted before lunch. That she was throwing away a good job?

Her father was running out of time, and the thing that might help him was right here. They were employees, not Claire. They didn’t have the standing, or honestly, the heart, to tell her she was wrong.

The team leader sighed and put a hand on her shoulder. “You’ve made up your mind, so make the most of it. Based on how that boss of yours operates, I’d say you’ll probably be just fine here.”

He took one last look at the farm, the rows of crops, the line of visitors still waiting to get in, and then pulled out his communicator and dialed his supervisor.

The mission had failed, the company was blacklisted, and now they’d lost a staff member to the farm they’d come to assess. That kind of news didn’t get better with time.

NovaSea Transport’s headquarters occupied the upper floors of a tower in Centria Planet’s most prestigious commercial district.

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Chapter 347 Boardroom

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other day, those floors hummed with the particular energy of people who controlled things, calm, efficient, accustomed to outcomes going their way.

Today, the private shareholder meeting room that never appeared in any public directory was running very hot.

Seven or eight people sat around the long alloy table, men and women of varying ages, none

of them the kind who were used to being on the wrong end of a situation. Between them, they owned NovaSea Transport in any meaningful sense of the word.

The briefing on the screens in front of them was short. It didn’t need to be long to be damaging.

Every person in that room had weathered serious storms over the course of their careers, and every one of them had gone the color of old iron reading it.

“Blacklist. All affiliated entities and immediate family members included…”

“All cooperation with parties maintaining close business ties to NovaSea Transport declined…”

“Mid–level logistics coordination specialist resigned on–site and accepted employment at the Planet A001 farm…”

That last line sat on the screen like a slap.

The oldest man at the table, silver hair perfectly combed, eyes sharp enough to cut, brought his palm down on the alloy surface with a crack that rang through the room.

His name was Victor Rowe, and he held the largest shareholder in the company.

“Richard. His voice was controlled in the way that things are controlled right before they stop being controlled. “Your daughter. Look at what your daughter has done.” He didn’t wait for a response. “We sent her there to assess the operation. To evaluate the asset. To open a door, maybe establish a relationship with something that could matter. Not to throw a tantrum in front of a farm gate and drag this entire company into a blacklist with her.”

His chest rose and fell. He was trying to keep it measured but didn’t entirely succeed.

Victor had his own reasons for caring about this particular farm, reasons he kept off the table in discussions like this one. He was in decent shape for his age, and his own mental power levels were manageable.

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