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THE SENATE OFFICE BUILDING
DRUCKENWELL SUITE

"Are you sure we have the name right?" Verity murmured as she surveyed the resumé that her Chief of Staff had handed her. "Abrantes. Of the Naboo Abranteses? Surely he'll want to work for Sibylla Abrantes Sibylla Abrantes ." It was the late afternoon, and she had had half a dozen of these interviews already: a parade of intelligent, bright-eyed, polished young people looking for their foot in the door of the political process. A few had been from Druckenwell, but Verity's Chief of Staff was from Druckenwell, as was her chief press officer. She didn't want an echo chamber of only Druckenwellian opinions.

So that Mr. Abrantes was not from Druckenwell was a boon.

She wondered idly whether this was a young man looking for an easy ride, a line on a CV before moving on to the next thing, but there was no way to know from just looking at the paper Varencourt had handed her. She looked up at him and tilted her head to one side then nodded. "All right, bring him in." Verity stood and rolled her sleeves down, then put her chic pale blue blazer on so that she looked somewhat presentable. "And Luc?" Her Chief of Staff paused at the doorway, turning back. "Can you ask Kira to bring coffee? A pot and three cups -- milk, sugar. All the things."

Varencourt nodded and exited. He murmured the instruction to Kira, the receptionist, who immediately stood and went in search of coffee. Varencourt approached Elian Abrantes Elian Abrantes and offered a polite smile. "Senator Stuyveris is ready for you. This way, please." He led the youngster into the Senator's inner office. The room wasn't large, but it was well-appointed while still maintaining Verity's minimalist preferences. Comfortable without being overstuffed.

"Mr. Abrantes," Verity said, rising and coming around the desk. She offered a hand. "Verity Stuyveris. Thank you for coming in."


 


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Was he fidgeting, no. Nervous, absolutely not. More excited than anything, this was new. Almost like a new mountain to climb and conquer. He had been boxing, has his arm blow off. Now his brother was missing. Gods he wondered if there could just be a normal day in this life. But he knew those days were damn well over.

So he was here, ready to try something else. This seemed more enterainable, something he could present to his family then his other extra curricular activites.

And they were indeed plenty. You would think loss, would bring you together more. But it breaks you down and you are forced to rebuild yourself. It's just something that happened.

Verity Stuyveris Verity Stuyveris 's receptionist had spoken up, indicating she was ready for him. Elian was dressed well, not to extravagant, as that was not his style. More so dressed well enough to please.

Still not able to figure or obtain a prosethetic arm, hopefully soon.

"Thank you." Elian made his way forward, until he entered her office, as he showed a small sly smile and extended his hand to meet hers. "Senator Stuyveris, its a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for meeting with me." Elian nodded his head with a big smile, before speaking again. "How goes, Senatorial duties?"

 


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Verity smiled, shook hands, and gestured toward one of the chairs in front of her desk. "Please, have a seat."

She didn't go around her desk, instead choosing to perch on the edge facing the chairs. She caught Varencourt's eye, flicked her own to the other chair in front of the desk, and he sat. The two chairs were slightly angled so as to create an informal conversational space. She balanced the portfolio containing the paperwork on her lap and rested her hands on it. "Never a dull moment, as I'm sure you know," Verity answered, her voice slightly wry. "My legislative agenda is undoing something of a renovation following the failure of the Diplomatic Accountability measure, but we'll be hitting the ground running very shortly."

Her cool blue eyes settled on young Mr. Abrantes. She didn't linger on his injury, though of course she was empathetic. It seemed not an appropriate moment to mention it. Instead, she cleared her throat and said: "Before we begin, I'm curious about what brings you to the Senate. Have you always been interested in civic matters?"


 

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