semi-turn, but he knew it was more than once. He also knew that his supervisor, a Dremin named Qilzar, definitely was keeping track of his tardies. After a quick calculation in his head, he decided he had time for at least one song, maybe two, before he’d have to call in and admit to Qilzar that he was going to be late again.
“Albalan, random, play,” he said to the ship’s computer. Moments later, the cockpit filled with the wonderfully discordant sounds of this new form of music from a little-known planet called Irt.
Night is day and day is night
Don’t say I won’t ‘cause you know I might.
You are wrong and I am right
Don’t cross my path ‘less ya wanna fight.
As the music engulfed him, his thoughts drifted back to his wife.
Lhvunsa.
They'd been together for twelve turns, married for ten, and their love was as strong as ever—at least he believed so. From the time they’d left Higher Learning and entered the work force together, their careers had demanded a lot of them both. That was just a given with their chosen professions. But as her career in architecture advanced, she’d found more freedom—and clients—by working independently out of their home. Gsefx, on the other hand, only seemed to devote more of his time and energy to his work at Galacticount, especially since his promotion. And he knew it had taken its toll on their relationship. Still, he also knew his love for Lhvunsa hadn't changed, and he felt confident that her feelings hadn’t either. They just needed to find some time for each other—some time alone, without interruptions, to get their marriage back on track again.
“This break will be different,” he had promised her, “we'll leave Clangdor and go to the fancy new resort on Alnost everyone's been talking about. We'll shut everything out and it will be just the two of us.”
But once again, it looked like this break was going to end up just like all the others—with him working and Lhvunsa stuck at home, alone. She was not going to take the cancellation of their romantic getaway very well; she had been looking forward to it for quite some time. So had he. But they would work through it. She would be upset, no doubt about it, but Lhvunsa would understand. She always did.
Rock on my children!
Rock on my love!
Rock all day and rock all night,
Roll in the sounds from heaven above.
The song came to a resounding end just ebyts before Gsefx was supposed to have arrived at work. Unfortunately for him, the traffic had not moved one bit. Far from just being a little late, it was clear now that he was going to miss most of a very important client meeting. He took another deep breath to calm himself before entering his boss’ dial-code into the vidcon. This was not going to be a pleasant conversation.
The vidcon lit up and the thin, pale-gray face of Qilzar appeared.
“My dear Gsefx,” he said casually, “late again, I see.” Strangely, he did not seem angry. In fact, he seemed quite pleased.
“I’m truly sorry, Et Qilzar,” said Gsefx, “but it’s not my fault. I left the house thirty ebyts early. It’s this traffic, it’s …”
Qilzar interrupted before he could completely justify himself.
“Of course, traffic is always terrible at this time.” He paused for a moment. “You do realize this is the fifth time you’ve been late this semi-turn?”
“Yes sir, and I am sorry. No matter what it takes, it won’t happen again, I promise.”
“No need to concern yourself, Gsefx.”
Qilzar was actually smiling now, an action that concerned Gsefx immensely.
“In fact, there’s no need for you to come into the office at all.”
Gsefx looked puzzled.
“I’m not sure I understand.”
“Of course you do.” The smile left Qilzar’s face. “Galacticount employment policy 462b-7, paragraph 18c, specifically defines tardiness as arrival at the Galacticount offices by more than ten ebyts past the beginning of the established work