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Native Claim

... office. She easily had in as an executive assistant for her charms alone. All was wasted on Billings, expensive divorces saw his celibate from anger. “There’s One Island that isn’t represented on the Council.” Billings looked at his watch again. “Which Island?” On the other end of the screen Eppsworth was scanning the map from the file. “Mumbahah… Mumbara…” Billings seemed to get frustrated. “Mumbahoo.” Jillian corrected and skipped over transcribing Billings’ error. “Mumbahoo.” Billings didn’t acknowledge Jillian’s contribution nor the diligence on the mission for retaining the information without knowing its significance. “We offer them half of what we offered the Council combined – less if we can get away with it.” Billings checked his watch again and Jillian realised. He hadn’t just timed it so they could finish before they lost the satellite, he had timed it so Billings would outlay the plan and not give Eppsworth a chance to counter act his plan. “We can’t ignore the impact to the other Islands reef systems…” The screen became distorted as Eppsworth spoke. ‘Cheeky bugger’ Jillian thought, but had to admit she’d learnt a thing or two. “Sorry Jared, you’re breaking up. I’m taking a boat to the island tomorrow. I’ll send you a copy of the transcript.” Billing switched off the monitor and looked for the first time at Jillian. “Note time communication ended as 13:07 hours Australian Western Standard time. Jillian typed the final note and looked up at Billings. The cargo ...

... ships crew were all men, uneducated, from Thailand. The Captain must have warned them not to go near Jillian and she hadn’t had a conversation in over a week. She looked at Billings hopefully as she backed away the blue tooth keyboard for the table. Billings must have anticipated Jillian about to attempt small talk and cut her off. “Be ready to head to Mumbahoo sunrise tomorrow.” He turned a left for his private quarters. Jillian’s graceful shoulders dropped. She sighed. Another day locked away in her tiny cabin listening to the rhythmic chatter of the engines and playing solitaire on her iPad. *** Jillian waited at the railings where the ladder had been dropped to the outboard motor boat. The boat had been lowered before the sun had come up, but the tropical night had resulted in the morning being pleasant. She looked out at Mumbahoo, the large Island that was home to the Mumbahoo tribe. It was out of a fantasy, a rich green surrounding a dormant volcano with picturesque white sand welcoming them. The Island covered in palms and the beach was rimmed with coconut trees. The first cracks of the sun appeared over the blue horizon and struck the island. It seemed to glow golden surrounded by the pale blue waters. The sun also struck Jillian. As a redhead with pale skin she immediately thought of sunburn. Like an albino she burnt at the slightest provocation by the sun. She had opted out of the business shirt for the first time of the business trip. In place of her jacket she wore a ...