Caleb stopped beside the workshop door when a sponsor offer covered Dot's address on his module.
[PUBLIC SPONSOR BID: GLADHAND]
[OFFER: 15,000 CREDITS FOR CHEST LOGO PLACEMENT]
He opened the terms with his taped thumb. Before he could reach the acceptance control, a red notice replaced them.
[BID DECLINED BY PRIMARY STREAM-RIGHTS HOLDER]
Goodshot Munitions followed with an equipment offer. The same notice blocked it. Caleb saved both records and stepped out of the path of a man carrying sheet metal.
"That leaves a useful trail," Suzu said, looking over his good shoulder. "Offers made, decisions taken by somebody else."
"You can add them to the fund's package."
Purple text entered through the earpiece channel he had closed at the station.
[??? : They want cheap logos on your chest. You only wear my marks.]
His hand tightened around the module. Another line followed before he could purge it.
[??? : Buy her best armor. Put it on my tab. Eat a real lunch today.]
