Location: Schesa : Capitol of Union - Main HQ
Holly was waiting in a large lobbyish area, but for who she wasn't quit certain. All of the interview arrangements had been made with an assistant since many of the higher ups were too busy for such things. The Zweihander Union wanted a bit of publicity and HNN was just the network to give it to them. Holly was scanning her datapad and answering a few electronic messages while she waited. She had her recorder and was ready to take notes and ask the hard questions. First she just had to figure out who was supposed to meet her.
The secretary at the desk was on the phone. Holly glanced over and got up from her chair. She was impatient, and snoopish, which often made her a great reporter but also an annoying pain in the behind to people. She started looking at the photographs on the wall and the artwork around the lobby. She lightly brushed one of the pictures and it started to tilt. She glanced over at the secretary, who had not seen a thing. With a frown, Holly straightened the frame, but the picture came off the wall all together.
"Shoot!" She looked around quickly and then quietly sat the painting on the floor and sprinted back to her chair. When the receptionist looked up Holly was whistling and trying to look innocent.
Holly was waiting in a large lobbyish area, but for who she wasn't quit certain. All of the interview arrangements had been made with an assistant since many of the higher ups were too busy for such things. The Zweihander Union wanted a bit of publicity and HNN was just the network to give it to them. Holly was scanning her datapad and answering a few electronic messages while she waited. She had her recorder and was ready to take notes and ask the hard questions. First she just had to figure out who was supposed to meet her.
The secretary at the desk was on the phone. Holly glanced over and got up from her chair. She was impatient, and snoopish, which often made her a great reporter but also an annoying pain in the behind to people. She started looking at the photographs on the wall and the artwork around the lobby. She lightly brushed one of the pictures and it started to tilt. She glanced over at the secretary, who had not seen a thing. With a frown, Holly straightened the frame, but the picture came off the wall all together.
"Shoot!" She looked around quickly and then quietly sat the painting on the floor and sprinted back to her chair. When the receptionist looked up Holly was whistling and trying to look innocent.