Liv sighs, setting off another coughing fit, which is joined in chorus from the apartment next door. He could use a doctor, but it’s not so bad as other peoples’. Yet. The last thing he needs right now is to make it worse. Some might say that a cramped apartment in the city would be the worst thing for him, what with a country manor waiting and all, but he’ll be damned if he’s spending another second there that he doesn’t have to. The city is… better.
The crew down at the Leviathan want to do a whip-round to pull some assistance together for getting in some hospital ships. Not a bad plan, but Liv knows from experience that “plague” could be “the thing holding back the worse thing”.
He runs the numbers again and smiles. He could hire himself a physician, but that would only do him any good. Personal physicians tend to be snotty. On the other hand, the shop is bringing in enough cash, and if he gets someone eager to make a difference and hires them on as Company Physician – in-house doctor makes for a nice employment perq. He can spin it two ways, too, depending on the crowd he’s in: it’s either a magnanimous gesture from a good-hearted philanthropist, or it’s a shrewd business decision that saves on widows and orphans pensions, not to mention time lost due to employees being out sick.
A source at city-hall has tipped him off that the colony is going to be funding some new public works through bond purchases – the advertising order should come in next week. Provided it doesn’t turn into some politician’s private slush fund or some pork-barrelling mess, it’s not a bad idea. As an investor, he’ll have more of an inside track – and as a newspaperman, he’ll be an incentive for them to stay on the straight and narrow.
Speaking of advertisements, there’s some good sales on this week. He could use some new reading material, and this account book is pretty much done for. If there’s any time left over, he’ll RSVP this badminton game on the weekend, Heck, maybe he’ll even see if Marty’s got the time and the inclination for a little OT and can swing by to get some photos. Kid’s a whiz with the action shots and he’s heard the “duchess” Gummibuns will be there, and it’s not like her to avoid a little publicity.
If only he can get rid of this cough.
Contribute: 150
Buy:
Copperbound Ledger
Subscription to the Weatherby Street Journal (always good for a laugh, those guys, and some good op-ed fodder for the Ledger).
Penny Dreadful – maybe it can help chase away the nightmares, or at least help him stay awake.
Hire Physician (official employer: Weatherby Post-Ledger)
Invest 1: 425
Attend 2 (bring photographer).