Joe Hernadez poured himself a glass of wine from the bottle, deeming it now suitably well aired and raised an eyebrow.
"Oh come on... You know it's near impossible to fool someone like that if they're the sort of person who got hired for exactly that sort of behaviour. One of the things I love about this company is the fact it's near impossible for any one of us to screw the other, because we're all too damned good at it."
He swirled the wine around in the glass, breathing in the aroma.
"Juan Zavala was far too caught up in his ideals to notice. His son was a little more pragmatic, and frankly needed cash... None of you are terribly idealistic; you're all pragmatic businessmen. If someone was witholding money from you, you'd be able to smell it a half a light-year away... So, enough to start to rebuild the logistics fleet, enough for just the one sizable cargo vessel, and a month's pay for a crew... Say, two hundred? You'll get a return of that plus another hundred in less than two months."
He took a sip from the glass and looked up as Olivia walked back out of the bathroom.