Gina watched the jumper on the exterior cameras.  Her chute was a cheap model, without any stabilizers.  You could get one of those for the credits you’d find lying in the street.  The kid was a Daytripper, not a Citizen like her.  And she didn’t know how strong the crosswinds blew up here.  They buzzed for her in the conference room.  They must have finally finished.  She wished the kid happy landings, and went in.  The signed contract lay on the table.  The mysterious gentleman looked happy, but her boss just looked tired.  She took it, and left the room.