Lunch was already on the dining room table. Chicken salad in a crystal bowl sat waiting to be applied to the sliced bread on a silver platter. There were a few lemon slices in the glass pitcher of ice water and the table was set perfectly for two with cloth napkins that matched the blue and white checked place mats. The meal itself was modest, but Gloria Foster believed in the power of presentation.
“This looks great,” Luke said as he took his seat.
They bowed their heads briefly in silent prayer and then Luke picked up the spoon to make his sandwich.
“We shipped an update to Triangle Ships yesterday.”
Gloria made herself a very dainty sandwich. “That’s good,” she said. “I believe you said Friday was the goal.”
Luke nodded. “Right on time. We added a new destination planet and mostly defensive upgrades.” He knew his mother’s support of his company didn’t yet extend to playing the games they made so she didn’t fully understand the details. He also knew she’d still want to hear the details so that she could later prove she had been paying attention.
“Do you think people will buy those upgrades?” she asked.
“I hope so. That’s why we offer them.”
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