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Bulgogi and Banking

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Suravi didn’t exactly have many friends within the First Order, and the ones she did have were usually busy administering their dominions far away from hers. Perhaps the person she would consider most like a friend on Seoul was Sunny. In both professional and personal life, the executive had always had such a biting frankness that Moff found quite refreshing where others found it off-putting. As one that also couldn’t take much nonsense, they got along quite well in that respect. Most of all, she admired Sunny for her laser-like focus on her business pursuits, even as it cost her in other areas of her life. Sunny was one those people willing to make all the sacrifices necessary to achieve her goals, which was one of the main ingredients for any successful endeavor.

When the Moff had the time during her periodic returns to Seoul, which had more or less become the capital planet of the sector under her tenure, she liked to treat Sunny to quiet meals at restaurants they both enjoyed.

This time around, she had returned to Seoul with a hankering for all that succulent barbecue, about the best she had tasted this side of Atrisia. She gave Sunny a quick text shortly as she made planetfall, Bulgogi already on the mind.

I’ll be in town for the next few days. Care to catch up over dinner? I'm in the mood for barbecue.
 
Sequestered in her office, Sunny glanced down to see an incoming message. She had planned only to spare the quickest of glances, but her dark eyes lingered on the text displayed before her. A slim index finger rose and pushed her glasses further up the bridge of her nose. Sunny’s inboxes were flooded daily with messages from their research and development branch, subordinates, contractors, and clients alike. But this newest message was not strictly business related – a rare occurrence indeed.

It wasn’t often that Sunny considered going out after work, but tonight she would make an exception.

Sunny Lee was pleased to call [member="Suravi Teigra"] a friend, a title that few had ever earned. There were various levels of acquaintances, colleagues and associates in her life – but she would not allow these people into her personal life. It was true to say that Sunny was a cold woman; her personality (or lack thereof) usually repelled others. But Suravi had not been deterred, but rather seemed to break Sunny out of her shell. Even if the small cracks in her icy demeanor were only visible to one looking closely, it was still quite something.

As she understood it, Suravi had also been appointed as a member of the First Order government. It was surely an accomplishment, and nothing that her ambitious friend couldn’t handle. But more than that, it was an occasion to celebrate. Of course, there was no better way to do so than dining at an upscale restaurant – one of Sejong’s best.

And so, she returned a quick message. It was short and to the point, something that anyone else may have interpreted as terse.

“Blue Ginger – 1900 hours.”
 
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That was all she wrote in response. Rather than finding Sunny's brevity offputting, she found her own humor in it, and so responded in kind in a bit of teasing.

Still a newcomer to Seoul, she had no clue about what kind of establishment Blue Ginger was, but she trusted her friend's tastes to lead the way. A
quick holonet search revealed that the Blue Ginger was one of those nice upscale Seoulian Barbecue joints she had grown fond of, located in one of the ritzy sections of Sejong. Considering the current dismal state of the rest of Gehenna sector, quite literally overrun with monsters, it was amazing that she was able to enjoy such fine dining that compared to the offerings of the Core. In choosing her home planet, it hadn't been a tough decision settling upon Seoul until Albion was completed.

She checked in the restaurant staff to give them advance warning of her arrival. Normally, with the popular restaurant booked out for the month, any person would have been forced to show up in person to hopefully snag a spare table from an unfulfilled reservation, but being a Moff came with its perks. In a matter of minutes, she had a nice private booth reserved within their coveted VIP section.

Arrangements made, she would then retire for the rest of the afternoon for a nap. Between the First Order, Republic, and her secret work with the IGBC, she was working nonstop.


[member="Sunny Lee"]
 
Sunny’s dark eyes remained on the screen of her datapad for a moment, just long enough to catch the comically short response returned by Suravi. The corner of her mouth tugged up slightly, but relaxed again. With the slightest of sighs, Sunny knew that it was time to get back to work. But at least she had something to look forward to this evening.

Reaching out, her finger pressed the button on her intercom.

“Ms. Park, have the new samples arrived from the lab?”

It wasn’t long before she had a pile of fabric swatches on her desk, and she worked to examine them with a critical eye. With such a task at hand, she didn’t even notice how slowly time seemed to be winding on…

Much later, Sunny finally glanced up at the clock. She brought a hand up to rub her forehead briefly, and began to gather her things. Stepping away from her desk, she took a sidelong glance down at the samples. She lifted a swatch of new synthetic silk and set it into her bag, perhaps Suravi would be interested. After all, the Moff had used some of Daehan’s materials for her personal wardrobe.

The CEO of Daehan Industries was trailed by a number of her subordinates, each one attempting to ask one last question before she entered her speeder. Sometimes the work seemed endless. But in truth, she wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Blue Ginger in Sejong, please.” She informed her driver.

[member="Suravi Teigra"]
 

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