Customs Vizier of Enarc
Conference Room 1A, Lucrehulk-class Battleship in orbit over Enarc
14:58 Local Time
Enarc was many things, Trade Federation property, a central point of several hyperlanes, profoundly boring, but it was one thing above all others, profitable. Sha could watch from the windows of the orbital command station as starships by the thousands swarmed around the world and its floating armada of supply ships like soldier beetles, busying themselves with cargo traveling into and out of Alliance space. Each one represented a percentage of the staggering wealth that passed through the system every day, another decimal point on the rapidly rising profit margin of the Trade Federation. And those were just the shipments she actually reported. It might not have been glamorous, but looking at such wealth, such opportunity, always brought a smile to her face.
"Mistress, your 3:00 appointment has arrived." One of the security B1's entered the room and nasaled at her mechanically, bringing her attention back to the empty conference room.
"Then why haven't you let them in?" She asked sharply, still looking out the viewport into the vastness of space. Sha wasn't actually upset with the droid, she just got a kick out of watching Federation droids trip over themselves to stay in their managers' good graces.
"Y-Yes sir! I-I mean ma'am!" The B1 snapped clumsily on its heels and turned to let her expected guest in.