The Spacepiress of Chaos
Cato Neimoidia
The Oldest Purse World
The woman stood silently on the veranda, her golden hues slipping over the bridge city and its sweeping view of the surrounding landscape. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she stood there, lucky enough that the balcony above offered just enough shade to keep her from the sun. Still there were a few times where she had to hold her hand over her eyes to avoid the glare, a soft hiss escaping her lips every now and then when a slight burn would develop.
It was a downside of her kind, not being able to truly enjoy a day out, though she didn't mind working late nights. With a soft smirk upon her lips she stepped back into her room, her flowing silk robe covering her just as best as it could. As it trailed upon the floor behind her, she lift up her glass, taking a sip of the sanguine liquid before letting out another sigh.
While this was meant to be a vacation of sorts, it was also to be a working one, as most of her trips had become as of late. For now though she had a purpose for being on the oldest purse world, and with her company continuing to grow; she felt it time to begin to slip a finger into the various other pies in the galaxy (as the saying goes). A soft smirk grew upon her lips as she looked at at the plans lain out on the table before her, a small holographic image rotating slowly of the building that had been planned.
A Credit Union, or to some, another bank among the many that rest upon Cato Neimoidia. The difference being that this one would be the sole property of Sorenn-Syrush Industries, and the woman herself had plans for it in the future. For now there was a few things that needed to be done, like getting ready for her meetings...
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