A knock sounded on the composite fiber door. He poured over his data pad, scrolling through business insider articles on hot commodities. Pickett sat at the high counter at the back of his shop, facing the door. It hadn’t held any of those things for over a year. It could alternately be found storing drums of water for Tatooine, scrap metal for the factory planets, or food for the colonies. Below was a moderately sized warehouse, used for holding over and transporting the family’s bulk acquisitions.
The shop opened into a small conference room, once used for signing impressive deals, and behind was a small apartment. Pickett operated a front shop that was more about advertising his trading family’s reach than selling wares. The Remedius Transport, Export, and Logistics Outpost sounded far more impressive than it was.
