Congrats and Queries... Impatience is not a virtue
Feb 12, 2015 3:44:09 GMT
Post by Admin on Feb 12, 2015 3:44:09 GMT
((this takes place a bit before the Ball))
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05-26-2011, 02:45 PM
Aliza
Liza woke up refreshed and ready to go. Plans for the day included congratulating Evan on his new title as Prime Minister. Second was to ask him who to seek about departure times and orders for Drunkenwell. She doubted he bothered with off world things like that, but Mr. Channel wasn't someone an intern would just waltz up to to ask questions.
Slipping the ever present recorder in her suit pants pocket, she headed out the door. Her sapphire blue suite set off her eyes. The cream colored shell camisole under her jacket showed just enough that her clevage was suggested, but certainly not flaunted. She wanted to thank Evan again for the Ball invitation also. He was kind to be interested in her career that way. It was nice someone was helping her succeed.
She was mentally going over her notes about Adam, Masor and Tal in case Mr. Mathews asked any questions. She was meeting the reporter later that afternoon and would have the whole list of people nailed down by dinner. “Not bad, Liza.” She mused as she entered the hall with Evan's office in it. “Not bad at all.” Smiling she knocked on Evan's door seeing it slightly open. “Mr. Mathews... it's Alizabeth. Alizabeth Moroveston...” She fussed with her hair and suit though everything was perfect, and awaited his response.
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05-26-2011, 03:39 PM
Evan
Since his election into office just the day before, Evan had found himself busier than ever. He had been going through papers that were previously classified to him, rearranging his new office, and dodging the cultures he used to call his friends and colleagues; the media. Today was no different.
The newly elected Prime Minister from Coruscant sat at his desk, his head bent over some paper work and a pair of reading glasses that werent really needed were sliding down his nose. His plain black tie was pulled down and his suit jacket was slung haphazardly over one of the chairs that sat across from the lavish glass desk. Evan's elbows were propped up on the desk, his hands holding his head up to keep him from hitting his head from hitting the desk should he fail at keeping himself awake. Who knew that there would be so much stuff to read?
A knock at the door made him jump out of his trance-like state. "Huh?" he responded automatically before his brain began to register who it was at the door.
A smile lit up on his face. Alizabeth Moroveston, the woman that had caught his eye the day he met her. Her beauty was astounding and even more so her personality. The two had met a couple times outside of work to discuss her plans to become involved in the Drunkenwell conversion and Liza was also his date for the Charity Ball that Trey Channel was hosting.
"Oh Alizabeth, yes, please come in!" he said waving at the door that was still close as if he hoped to release his inner Jedi or something. "What can I do for you today?" Evan asked as he set the glasses aside and covered up the documents that were laying open on his desk.
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05-26-2011, 04:00 PM
Aliza
She almost laughed when the very unprofessional 'Huh?' echoed from his office. Was nice to see she wasn't the only one occasionally caught off guard. As she looked in she saw him covering his papers. “I won't stay long, Prime Minister.” Her smile broadened as she looked at him. For a moment she dared to imagine herself at his side as he rose in prominence and rank within the Republic. It wasn't a bad thing, being the wife of a popular man. Especially if she grew popular in her own right and in complimentary fashion to his works. Then she snapped that childlike memory away like swatting a fly.
“I just came to see if there was word on when the Drunkenwell delegation was leaving. I am hoping it won't be till after the ball next week, but if I need to go sooner, I understand.” She then realized she had her priorities backwards. “I am sorry, Evan... congratulations on making Prime Minister. I believe you will be great at it. You always had my vote.” She smiled and watched him sit up. He was tired, she could tell. The couple times she had been alone with him had been wonderful. It was nice to have someone in his position take an interest in her career. She knew he was always busy and hoped that the others that he was helping, like herself, knew how great a gift they had been granted.
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05-26-2011, 04:52 PM
Evan
"Ah dont worry about it, I've got plenty of time. Twenty-four hours in a day and all," he said waving away her need to rush through things. Liza was one of only a few people that Evan would go out of his way to help out.
He listened to her inquiry about the Drunkenwell delegation and chuckled, "As far as I'm aware it's not to leave for another couple weeks," he said, making a mental note to make a call to delay that party from leaving until after the ball.
Evan offered her a seat under the pretense that he wanted to hear what she had planned for her assignment. "Thank you, I can only hope that I can do the position justice," he responded humbly to her congratulatory remarks. In truth the entire campaign had been set up by himself and secretly funded by Trey and other associates to help get the former reporter elected. He had great plans for the Republic and now he had the power to get them in motion.
He stood up and walked over to a small wooden cabinet in the corner of his office and opened it up to reveal various alcoholic 'gifts' that had been given to him upon his triumphant election. "Wanna drink?" he asked politely, already pouring her a glass of the drink that she normally ordered when they ate dinner together. After pouring a glass of scotch-on-the-rocks for himself he handed her her glass and sat down at his desk, "So have you gotten a hold of Rhafe yet?" he asked, taking a sip of his drink. "Crazy guy."
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05-26-2011, 02:45 PM
Aliza
Liza woke up refreshed and ready to go. Plans for the day included congratulating Evan on his new title as Prime Minister. Second was to ask him who to seek about departure times and orders for Drunkenwell. She doubted he bothered with off world things like that, but Mr. Channel wasn't someone an intern would just waltz up to to ask questions.
Slipping the ever present recorder in her suit pants pocket, she headed out the door. Her sapphire blue suite set off her eyes. The cream colored shell camisole under her jacket showed just enough that her clevage was suggested, but certainly not flaunted. She wanted to thank Evan again for the Ball invitation also. He was kind to be interested in her career that way. It was nice someone was helping her succeed.
She was mentally going over her notes about Adam, Masor and Tal in case Mr. Mathews asked any questions. She was meeting the reporter later that afternoon and would have the whole list of people nailed down by dinner. “Not bad, Liza.” She mused as she entered the hall with Evan's office in it. “Not bad at all.” Smiling she knocked on Evan's door seeing it slightly open. “Mr. Mathews... it's Alizabeth. Alizabeth Moroveston...” She fussed with her hair and suit though everything was perfect, and awaited his response.
***
05-26-2011, 03:39 PM
Evan
Since his election into office just the day before, Evan had found himself busier than ever. He had been going through papers that were previously classified to him, rearranging his new office, and dodging the cultures he used to call his friends and colleagues; the media. Today was no different.
The newly elected Prime Minister from Coruscant sat at his desk, his head bent over some paper work and a pair of reading glasses that werent really needed were sliding down his nose. His plain black tie was pulled down and his suit jacket was slung haphazardly over one of the chairs that sat across from the lavish glass desk. Evan's elbows were propped up on the desk, his hands holding his head up to keep him from hitting his head from hitting the desk should he fail at keeping himself awake. Who knew that there would be so much stuff to read?
A knock at the door made him jump out of his trance-like state. "Huh?" he responded automatically before his brain began to register who it was at the door.
A smile lit up on his face. Alizabeth Moroveston, the woman that had caught his eye the day he met her. Her beauty was astounding and even more so her personality. The two had met a couple times outside of work to discuss her plans to become involved in the Drunkenwell conversion and Liza was also his date for the Charity Ball that Trey Channel was hosting.
"Oh Alizabeth, yes, please come in!" he said waving at the door that was still close as if he hoped to release his inner Jedi or something. "What can I do for you today?" Evan asked as he set the glasses aside and covered up the documents that were laying open on his desk.
***
05-26-2011, 04:00 PM
Aliza
She almost laughed when the very unprofessional 'Huh?' echoed from his office. Was nice to see she wasn't the only one occasionally caught off guard. As she looked in she saw him covering his papers. “I won't stay long, Prime Minister.” Her smile broadened as she looked at him. For a moment she dared to imagine herself at his side as he rose in prominence and rank within the Republic. It wasn't a bad thing, being the wife of a popular man. Especially if she grew popular in her own right and in complimentary fashion to his works. Then she snapped that childlike memory away like swatting a fly.
“I just came to see if there was word on when the Drunkenwell delegation was leaving. I am hoping it won't be till after the ball next week, but if I need to go sooner, I understand.” She then realized she had her priorities backwards. “I am sorry, Evan... congratulations on making Prime Minister. I believe you will be great at it. You always had my vote.” She smiled and watched him sit up. He was tired, she could tell. The couple times she had been alone with him had been wonderful. It was nice to have someone in his position take an interest in her career. She knew he was always busy and hoped that the others that he was helping, like herself, knew how great a gift they had been granted.
***
05-26-2011, 04:52 PM
Evan
"Ah dont worry about it, I've got plenty of time. Twenty-four hours in a day and all," he said waving away her need to rush through things. Liza was one of only a few people that Evan would go out of his way to help out.
He listened to her inquiry about the Drunkenwell delegation and chuckled, "As far as I'm aware it's not to leave for another couple weeks," he said, making a mental note to make a call to delay that party from leaving until after the ball.
Evan offered her a seat under the pretense that he wanted to hear what she had planned for her assignment. "Thank you, I can only hope that I can do the position justice," he responded humbly to her congratulatory remarks. In truth the entire campaign had been set up by himself and secretly funded by Trey and other associates to help get the former reporter elected. He had great plans for the Republic and now he had the power to get them in motion.
He stood up and walked over to a small wooden cabinet in the corner of his office and opened it up to reveal various alcoholic 'gifts' that had been given to him upon his triumphant election. "Wanna drink?" he asked politely, already pouring her a glass of the drink that she normally ordered when they ate dinner together. After pouring a glass of scotch-on-the-rocks for himself he handed her her glass and sat down at his desk, "So have you gotten a hold of Rhafe yet?" he asked, taking a sip of his drink. "Crazy guy."