“Congratulations
on your promotion, Dr. Nichols,” Jim Macomber said as Jennifer walked into the
conference room.
“Thank you,
sir. What promotion?”
The others
from the Hermes, Odyssey, and Frontier satellite control teams were already
there. Nina, Walker, and Charlie all grinned. Peterson, as usual, looked sour,
but it was less sour than his normal expression. Interns and others lined the
walls.
“You are
now the Director of Extra Solar Conditions,” Macomber said.
“Wow,
that’s, um, what does that mean?”
“You’re the
galactic weather girl,” Walker said.
