The Starfield Farming Sovereign (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 362

Chapter 362 From a Business Standpoint

“Yes, sir.”

The channel closed.

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Elmer knew this had moved beyond standard placement procedure and into territory that required someone with actual authority to sign off on. He kept things moving, directing the re-registration process with care, steadying the families who were swinging between hope and uncertainty, and waiting.

Outside Trevor’s office at First Military headquarters, the logistics officer who’d taken Elmer’s call stood at attention in the corridor. A moment later, the door slid open, and he walked in.

Trevor was standing with his back to the room, facing a large star map. He turned at the sound of footsteps. His face was as set and commanding as ever, though anyone who knew him well enough would have caught the faint tiredness around his eyes.

“Sir. Urgent report from Planet A001 regarding the third group’s placement.”

Trevor listened without interrupting. When the officer finished, his heavy brows pulled together, and his first reaction was almost word-for-word what the officer’s had been.

“That’s absurd. Does she have any idea what she’s taking on? Those are long-term critical care cases. A farm doesn’t have that infrastructure. Did someone say something to her? Was she pressured into this?”

The concern in his voice was real, wrapped around a thread of genuine frustration. He knew how young Elizabeth was. He knew how easy it was at that age to let principle outrun practicality.

“Sir, Lieutenant Guerrero confirmed multiple times that Ms. Schofield made this offer independently and voluntarily, with full knowledge of the group’s condition. Her focus is on taking in the family members who can work, and she’s asked to purchase the existing medical equipment to maintain care for the injured. Elmer’s read is that she’s not acting on impulse. He believes she has something specific in mind.”

The officer chose his words carefully.

Trevor sat down behind his desk and let his fingers tap a slow, absent rhythm on the surface. He trusted Elmer. That kid didn’t say things he didn’t mean. But he also knew exactly what those injured soldiers needed day to day, and it wasn’t something any ordinary farm operation could absorb without

consequences.

“That girl…” he murmured, and let the thought trail off.

He was proud of her for it, and worried about her for the same reason. A big heart was one thing. Walking eyes open into a situation that could sink her was another.

“Alright,” he said. “Leave it with me. I’ll handle this directly”

He needed to hear it from her himself. If this was a considered decision, he wanted to understand her thinking. If it wasn’t, he needed to stop it before it became something she couldn’t walk back.

The officer saluted and left

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Chapter 362 From a Business Standpoint

Trevor switched to his personal channel and called Zaylee.

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A few minutes later, Elizabeth’s device buzzed with an incoming video call from Zaylee.

She was standing at the temporary coordination point, watching Tiffany and Fiona work through the new arrivals’ housing, meals, and initial assignments with the focused efficiency of people who’d stopped counting tasks.

She moved to a quieter corner and answered.

“Mrs. Hewitt.”

Zaylee’s face on the screen was composed and warm, the particular warmth of someone genuinely concerned and making an effort not to show it too much. “Elizabeth, are you in the middle of something? I hope I’m not catching you at a bad time.”

“Not at all. Just finished sorting out the first wave of new staff.”

Zaylee nodded and let the pleasantries go. “I heard that you’re planning to keep the more severely injured soldiers from Elmer’s second ship, along with their families.”

Elmer hadn’t wasted any time. Elizabeth had expected as much.

“That’s right,” she said. “I think it makes sense for them to stay.”

Zaylee studied her face through the screen, looking for any sign of strain or reluctance, and apparently found none, because she continued. “Elizabeth, I’m not questioning your judgment. But I do know something about those soldiers’ conditions. The level of care they need is serious, and the ongoing costs aren’t small. Please don’t feel like you have to do this because they’re First Military, or because of us. Trevor has already said that whatever you decide, he’ll respect it completely and make sure they’re well placed elsewhere. You won’t be put in an awkward position either way.”

It was a generous thing to say, careful and kind in the way of someone who understood that a young woman might feel she had no room to say no.

Elizabeth felt the warmth of it. She knew it was real.

She gathered her thoughts and decided to be direct.

“I understand the concern, and I appreciate it. But this isn’t an impulse decision, and it isn’t out of sympathy or obligation.” Her voice was steady. “I’m looking at this from the farm’s perspective.”

She began to lay it out. “Able-bodied workers with no complications aren’t hard to find. You pay the market rate, and you hire them. What’s genuinely hard to find are people who are loyal, grateful, disciplined, willing to put in real work, and who will treat the farm like it’s theirs to protect. That kind of employee is rare,”

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