“That wasn’t scheduled,” he said. “First space trials aren’t even slated until two years from now. It’s still in the experimental phase.” “I know. But Mr. Millbury himself green-lit the test.” “He’s a dilettante, not a scientist. He should have waited.” “He’s a genius, Chuck, and he’s our boss. If he wants an early test, we give him an early test.” Charlie sighed. He knew how this would go. Protest would be useless. It would be just like every other time the billionaire had a whim.