if they're watching anyways
As her staff left the meeting room, Auteme took a moment to sweep it over herself.
The Chancellor's suite in the Senate Annex was as lavishly furnished as any office in the galaxy. At the centre was a long Homogoni wood table, smooth-surfaced yet with rough edges, as though it had been cut vertically from the heart of the tree. The chairs were made of the same wood and arranged perfectly spaced around the table. She still took a moment to make sure that it was, in fact, perfect.
While her initial instinct had been to place art around the room from her guests's homeworlds, she suspected her company would not be interested in the more trivial things. From what she'd heard, the frills of Senate life had not lured Senator Provost far from her roots; already, Auteme's respect for her integrity surpassed her respect for a great many other Senators. Their meeting was long overdue.
Kel Se'Taav was someone whose support had been reliable to most of her policies, but hardly due to mere loyalty or personal connection. Bringing him here would give her a good chance to read him properly. And, ideally, forge a real alliance.
Alicio -- well, she trusted him to be consistent, if nothing else. Of the three of them, Auteme trusted Senator Organa's politics the most.
The room she'd picked was off from the main office, but still had the same breathtaking view of Coruscant's skyline, which was now coloured a rose-gold as Coruscant's star began to dip below the horizon. Meetings in the evening weren't the best -- making people work extra hours was not Auteme's favourite pastime -- but her personal schedule had to be as obfuscated as possible, both for political and security reasons. She met with a great many people; this particular group, however, would surely bring up gossip and speculation if too many people knew.
The door cracked open. "Chancellor."
"Mm. Come get set up, Perav. Send them in."
The Senators were ushered to the meeting room, where they found Auteme watching the sunset, and a young Zabrak woman set up with a datapad at one end of the table. At the sound of the door opening, Auteme turned slowly and gave them a welcoming smile.
"Evening. Please, have a seat."