As James ducked towards his speeder, one of the office gophers flagged him down.
"Sir, there's a Hutt who wants to see you," he said breathless.
James sighed slightly. Would business ever wait for him? No matter, he was the one who had established this, after all. And there were people who needed him to keep his work moving to supply them with jobs to feed their families. He patted the young man on the shoulder, "Thank ye, mate, good work. As ye were."
James stalked his way down to the front door, smoothing out his leather jacket and pants. There he was, another Hutt. James remembered the times he had worked for Hutts as a free-lance smuggler. They had paid well enough but often they misunderstood the term "no" or that he had a thing against smuggling spice and slaves. When he told them it was bondage, they would always look at him with bulbous eyes and say "so?" They didn't get "freedom" and it drove him insane.
James gave a broad smile at this new comer, putting out a cheerful energy, "Captain James Justice, what can I do for ye?"
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