Chett Linderson is a major character of the Gingezel science fiction series.
Chett is a self made man starting as a low level quality assurance tech at Tranus Dynamics and rising to Vice President of Field Operations, then President of Nemizcan Computing. As VP of Field Ops he is the man responsible for keeping the Nemizcan Computing hubs properly managed on all the planets.
Chett is competent. He does not hesitate on the hard decisions:
“So what’s the fuss then if you’re managing?” Dreen asked.
“I just wanted to get my side of a story in first.”
“Uh huh. What have you been up to that needs that?” Chett was capable of the odd rather creative move, but he rarely explained or apologized.
Chett steepled his hands and leaned back staring into space over Dreen’s shoulder. So he was upset after all. Dreen focused a little harder.
“As of the end of work today one mid-rank screen designer is out on the street. No termination notice, no termination pay, no references. One hub manager is now answering customer calls for one year as probation, but will never, never, have a position of responsibility again. She should probably be on the street too, but I’m getting soft.”
“They’re not going to be calling me,” Dreen observed. “They’ll be calling Labor Relations, if they haven’t already. What time is it there anyways? I forgot to check before I called.”
“9:30 PM. I was giving you another forty-five minutes or so, then I was going to lock up the Exec and head for the portel lounge to find myself some company for a late supper and with any luck breakfast.” The Exec was the corporate space yacht that was also Chett’s office and in emergencies, his bedroom.
Dreen ignored this digression. “So what did they do?”
“One of the sweetest little dual accounting systems I’ve hit yet. And that fact,” he said grimly, “is why there won’t be complaints to anyone but you. I’ve had the appropriate notary in to document everything and seal it away. One squawk and I’ll lay fraud charges.”
“So why didn’t you?” Dreen was mostly just curious. He let Chett call his own shots on this sort of thing.
“I would on any other planet, but the courts here are totally bogged down. They hadn’t run enough through yet to go for major charges. I figured it wasn’t worth the nuisance value. If a new potential employer calls and asks why no reference, I’ll just tell them what I found. They can take their own risks.”
Excerpt from Gingezel 1: The Limit © Gingezel
Chett remembers his technical background:
In the doorway of a large shed-like structure Chett wrinkled his nose at the familiar fused electronics smell. A statuesque black woman was standing with her back to the door, hands on hips, doing her best to ionize her immediate environment as well. She was obviously in charge; she wouldn’t be that angry otherwise. The woman had quite a vocabulary.
Chett listened appreciatively for a few moments, then stepped forward, raising his voice, “Hello there!”
She turned on him, eyes narrowing.
“Who the hell are you?” Martine was seeing a tall slender blond, handsome to the point of being pretty. He was in an immaculate, expensively tailored all-season suit, and he looked like some bloody fashion model.
“Chett Linderson. And,” he raised a hand, “I’m not sightseeing. I checked in to see if you’ve been spending your time fusing some Tranus Dynamics STC-1027s.”
Her hands went back on her hips and her eyes widened. “How’d you know that?”
“The rather interesting timing sequence you were putting through the grid before you blew each one. I’ve had a rather checkered career, and one much too long stint was troubleshooter in QA at Tranus Dynamics. I’ve fused quite a few myself. An STC-1027 wasn’t what went last time though.”
“No,” she drawled the syllable. “Now it’s back to square one.”
Chett nodded. “Getting any joy from Tranus Dynamics?”
Excerpt from Gingezel 2: Bad to Worse © Gingeze
Any resemblance between the character images and any person living or dead is strictly coincidental. These are artist portraits created by the authors to match their imaginings of the characters using DAZ3D and/or Photoshop.