Sela Renn looked at the installation date and wondered whether anyone had shown it to the sea.
The campaign chart had a clean line through the proposed harbor window. Transport booked. Technical crew expected. A report due before the next site visit.
The planner, Elwin Trow, had not drawn the line merely to make the chart handsome. Each side of it held a real booking. Technicians whose next work was elsewhere. A carrier with another client. A receiving crew that would need notice if its hours changed.
Sela could see the cost before he explained it. She had made enough harbor schedules to know how easily a late boat became six people waiting on shore.
She also knew what happened when the six people on shore became a reason to send the wrong boat out.
Outside the office, wind pressed rain against the upper panes.
“No,” she said.
The visiting planner put down his pen.
