Chapter 132: Assistant

• Olivia Green was not at all happy with her new assignment. For years she worked for the River to Gulf Shipping Co. all the way from the lowest dock worker, to become a crew chief and then painstakingly proved herself to be capable of being an Assistant North Regional Tradesman. There were only eight other Assistants in the entire company, and she was only one of two women. The only positions higher than hers now were four Head Tradesman, thirty-two Board of Tradesmen positions and the sole owner, Mr. Cline.
• If this order had not come from Mr. Cline himself, she would have argued fervently. To travel and trade anywhere north of Moab City, by boat, was considered to be an entirely useless endeavor. There was nothing out here but empty towns and a dead end in the desert at the foot of a dam. In most of the company’s opinion and her own, only desperate traders and vagabonds traveled out here. Now Olivia was going exactly to the place she never would have bothered to be. The town at that dead end dam.
• After leaving the Moab City docks with four small flat-bottomed barges and a collective crew of ten river sailors, the trip went by rather quickly. Not even a day and a half of boat travel had gone bye, by the time she caught sight of the ruined tall downtown buildings of this wayward place poking above the Colorado river’s steep cliffs. After rounding the rivers next bend and going down a long uncommonly seen straight portion of the river, she saw it. That stupid dam.