Raises an Eyebrow
Meetings.
Governance required you to move from one meeting to another. Luckily, this time, it was on a different day. Not for the first time, Vemric was grateful for Miss Victoria Grasch and her talent for scheduling. She at least made sure that his life did not comprise of just meetings and nothing else.
Not that the Sephi had anyone to return to or anything personal that needed his attention. All he lived for, was serving. Whether it was serving a state on the frontlines in space or serving the people of a planet and bettering their lives as best he could. Now he served a state again, this time from behind this desk, ensuring that prosperity and stability reigned supreme on the Frontier.
He had. or rather Miss Gasch had, received a request for meeting with one of the more notable corporations within the Galaxy. Salacia Consolidated had even caught his attention and he had never been a fan of economics.
Vemric always found business-talk quite drear, but lately he saw the need for it to achieve the desired goal of peace and prosperity. So, the Sephi had agreed to meet with various corporative ambassadors - among others, the one Judah Dashiell, patriarch of said notable holdings of Salacia Consolidated. He would find whatever way to have the Confederacy with work with this company to ensure the betterment of Wild Space.
The veteran Grand Admiral watched as serving droids brought in some drinks of all shapes, sizes and variants to place on the coffee table.
://: All is in order, your Excellency? ://: asked the lead droid.
"Yes, thank you. You can leave." came the usual bored tone.
The droids all managed a bow, which Vemric thought unnecessary but no use fighting with programming, before they left the office.
Vemric had just opened the document that
Xazzex Xivar
had sent his way to scan through, when Otto spoke up from beside the door.
"Ambassador Dashiell has arrived, your Excellency."
The war veteran closed the document and put down his datapad before leaning back in his chair.
"Is he alone?" Vemric asked.
"Just normal guard, your Excellency. Nothing serious. We can keep them outside with us." Otto replied.
"Very well, send him in. Gracefully." he said, internally grateful that his personal personnel had learned so quickly how to conduct themselves in their roles.
"Yes, your Excellency." affirmed Otto before leaving the office.
A minute later, the magnate entered gold-lit office, his energy entirely different from some of the other corporate wigs that Vemric had dealt with.
"Mister Dashiell, welcome. Please, have a seat and a drink." he said, motioning to one of the plush chairs in front of his desk and the coffee table between them. He allowed the famed man to get settled, hazel eyes regarding him in an almost bored manner.
"Now, I believe you have some things you wish to discuss. Please."
Governance required you to move from one meeting to another. Luckily, this time, it was on a different day. Not for the first time, Vemric was grateful for Miss Victoria Grasch and her talent for scheduling. She at least made sure that his life did not comprise of just meetings and nothing else.
Not that the Sephi had anyone to return to or anything personal that needed his attention. All he lived for, was serving. Whether it was serving a state on the frontlines in space or serving the people of a planet and bettering their lives as best he could. Now he served a state again, this time from behind this desk, ensuring that prosperity and stability reigned supreme on the Frontier.
He had. or rather Miss Gasch had, received a request for meeting with one of the more notable corporations within the Galaxy. Salacia Consolidated had even caught his attention and he had never been a fan of economics.
Vemric always found business-talk quite drear, but lately he saw the need for it to achieve the desired goal of peace and prosperity. So, the Sephi had agreed to meet with various corporative ambassadors - among others, the one Judah Dashiell, patriarch of said notable holdings of Salacia Consolidated. He would find whatever way to have the Confederacy with work with this company to ensure the betterment of Wild Space.
The veteran Grand Admiral watched as serving droids brought in some drinks of all shapes, sizes and variants to place on the coffee table.
://: All is in order, your Excellency? ://: asked the lead droid.
"Yes, thank you. You can leave." came the usual bored tone.
The droids all managed a bow, which Vemric thought unnecessary but no use fighting with programming, before they left the office.
Vemric had just opened the document that
Xazzex Xivar
had sent his way to scan through, when Otto spoke up from beside the door."Ambassador Dashiell has arrived, your Excellency."
The war veteran closed the document and put down his datapad before leaning back in his chair.
"Is he alone?" Vemric asked.
"Just normal guard, your Excellency. Nothing serious. We can keep them outside with us." Otto replied.
"Very well, send him in. Gracefully." he said, internally grateful that his personal personnel had learned so quickly how to conduct themselves in their roles.
"Yes, your Excellency." affirmed Otto before leaving the office.
A minute later, the magnate entered gold-lit office, his energy entirely different from some of the other corporate wigs that Vemric had dealt with.
"Mister Dashiell, welcome. Please, have a seat and a drink." he said, motioning to one of the plush chairs in front of his desk and the coffee table between them. He allowed the famed man to get settled, hazel eyes regarding him in an almost bored manner.
"Now, I believe you have some things you wish to discuss. Please."