"Sharlene, take note, effective immediately any and all entrances to my office must be approved by myself."
The assistant was quaking in her boots - literally. Her leg thumped against the wooden flooring, staring blankly back at the Noble.
"Sharlene?" Raising her voice; not out of concern, well, concern that somebody would dare to ignore her, but also fury. Still no response, if anything her pupils began to spasm about the room, making it hard to give the woman her signature deathly stare. Her fingers snapped, reverberating a clicking noise that saw the Ming Po stand at attention and open an old fashioned notepad.
"SHARLENE LOOK ALIVE. WE HAVE GOT GUESTS COMING AND YOU'RE STANDING STILL!" Shaking her head and signalling the woman to exit the room, grunting as she looked at the Datapad. Oh? Another meeting with the Grand Moff, how... delightful.
Not only the Grand Moff was to be present of course, as much as she would love to sit down for some coffee with him, this occupation rarely saw any free time if any. No, they were to meet with a '[member="Harley"] Fenstermacher' representing one of the many trading conglomerates wishing to do business with the Empire under their new development scheme, Isabella was but a liaison for the two.
[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]