Moon returned to Earth through the base's gate and made his way to the nearest Glassy Group Trading Center.
The Center sat in the zone's commercial district. A tall, tastefully understated building with the Glassy Group banner floating high.
He walked through the front entrance and the reception staff recognized him immediately.
The woman behind the front desk straightened up. Her colleague looked over with wide eyes. The security officer at the corner of the lobby snapped to a more alert posture. Every one of them had seen Moon's face on national broadcasts for weeks, and every one of them knew that Tom Glassy had personally sponsored him.
The receptionist's smile was already present as she stood.
"Sir Moon. Welcome to the Glassy Center. How can I help you today?"
"I'm here to sell some small stuff."
The receptionist immediately grew more excited, "Please, come with me. We'll take you directly to a private appraisal room."
Moon inclined his head.
"Thank you."
