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Meanwhile, MaxChaos has been looking for an excuse to speak to Conning, the pretty girl with the long brown hair who works part time at InfiniDash, the shipbroker. If NutJob can secure a pretty girlfriend, with beautiful long brown hair, then MaxChaos thinks it can’t be that difficult. He’s been to InfiniDash a few times, to help with delivering provisions to ships, but he doesn’t yet fully understand the difference between a shipbroker and a shipping company.
Stepping inside the door at the main reception he sees Conning working the desk alone. Normally Mrs Moore works the desk. This looks like a perfect chance. MaxChaos is trying to play it cool. A clumsy sort of cool. A chaotic cool. The sort of thing that led to his nickname.
He steps up to the desk.
“Where’s your mum, I thought she’d be here?”
“She’s got a week off.”
“A weak cough? Will she be here tomorrow?”
“No, not a weak cough, a week off, she’s spending a week on Mannin.”
“She’s manning? She’s looking for a man?”
“Max, stop winding me up. You know what I mean, you’ve been to Mannin haven’t you?”
He places his right forearm and elbow on the counter and leans forward. Then he deliberately flutters his eyelids.
Conning has seen this sort of thing before. The singing duo gets a lot of unwanted attention from the boys in their informal fan club. Conning has learnt to nip this sort of thing in the bud.
“Don’t invade my personal space … you smell … of fish! You smell of fish. Don’t try to get flirty with me!”
“That’s what I wanted to talk about.”
“Fish?”
“Mannin! There’s a silver mine on Mannin isn’t there? And Zinc? What else is there, metal wise?”
“Oh, I don’t think we’ve been asked that before? You want to import metals? We just supply ships with what the crew needs, we don’t always know what their cargos are!”
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