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Quillan nodded. "Nelauk." "How did you know?" "I've met her. Quite a girl, that Nelauk. Only child of Pluly's old age, and he dotes on her. Anyway, he's been on the verge of being black-listed by Grand Commerce off and on through the past three decades.
"Party going on," he explained. "And here comes Nelauk! She wanted to say hello to you." A dozen feet behind him, a figure strolled gracefully into view on the screen and came forward. A slender girl with high-piled violet hair and eyes that very nearly matched the hair's tint.
Little Nelauk mightn't be twenty yet, but she'd flipped out a challenge just now with all the languid confidence of a veteran campaigner. Which, Trigger thought cattily, little Nelauk undoubtedly was. And a girl, she added cattily, whose father represented the Pluly Lines did have some slight reason for confidence.... "Miaow!" she reproved herself. Nelauk, to be honest about it, was also a dish.
She was dressed in something resembling a dozen blossoms blossoms which, in Trigger's opinion, had been rather carelessly scattered. But presumably it was a very elegant party costume. She was quite young, certainly not yet twenty. Brule laid a brotherly hand on a powdered shoulder. "Meet Trigger, Nelauk!" Nelauk murmured it was indeed an honor, one she had long looked forward to.
The violet eyes blinked sleepily at Trigger. Trigger gave her a great big smile. "Thanks so much for arranging for the call. I've been wondering how Brule was doing." Wrong thing to say, probably, she thought. She was right. Nelauk reached for it with no effort. "Oh, he's doing wonderfully!" she assured Trigger without expression. "I'm keeping an eye on him.
And this small favor it was the very least I could do for Brule. For you, too, of course, Trigger dear." Trigger held the smile firmly. "Thanks so much, again!" she said. Nelauk nodded, smiled back and drifted gracefully off the screen. Brule blew Trigger a kiss. "They'll be cutting contact now. See you very, very soon, Trigger, I hope." His image vanished before she could answer.
She'd have to tell Brule about the Beldon stunt, since it was more than likely he'd hear about it from others Nelauk Pluly, for one. But not now. Things were getting just a little delicate along that line at the moment. "Leave us change the subject, pig," she said cheerfully. "Tell me what else you've been doing besides acquiring a gorgeous tan."
He'd always been confident of himself when it came to women, so it wasn't that. It was perhaps, Trigger thought, like an unspoken ultimatum along those lines. And she'd felt herself freezing up a little in response to the thought. The apartment was very beautiful. Nelauk, she guessed. Or somebody else like that.
"Nelauk arrived a week or so after you left. Nelauk Pluly. Her father's the Pluly Lines. Let's talk about you. What's the silver-haired idea?" "Got talked into it," she told him. "It's all the rage again right now." He surveyed her critically. "I like you better as a redhead." "So do I." Oops, Trigger thought. Security, girl! "So I'll change back tonight," she went on quickly. "Golly, Brule.
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