It was early evening the day after the promotion ceremony. Marishka had looked for Orvos most of the night. Between serving drinks and making pleasantries the Chief Engineer had eluded her so, she had decided to make a rare foray from The Parthenon and meet him in his domain.

Stepping out of the lift she carried a long case in one hand and a small bag in the other. Her impressive figure wrapped in pale gold velvet from right shoulder to upper thigh. Her black boots made no sound on the deck. Glancing around she caught the first set of eyes looking her way.

“Where is your master? I mean… Where’s the Chief Engineer?” she asked calmly.

• Marishka