Anaya stood in what had once been the middle of the Golden Girl's dance floor, arms folded tightly across her chest as she stared out into the city of Coruscant. Clean up crews were hard at work trying to tidy up the mess that Jacen and Mikhail had caused. A large chunk of debris from the second building they had destroyed had ripped through her building, killing some of her staff and many of her loyal customers.
Anger didn't quite cover how she felt. Behind her, a surveyor bickered with one of her accountants as they haggled the price of repairs, but Anaya didn't care about any of it. She made a promise to her staff members, that the only person they would ever have to fear was her. The only way they would die would be at her hands. Yet today, she had pulled four of them from a wreckage. A wreckage caused by the collateral damage of two children who simply couldn't take their fights elsewhere. Oh she wanted the senate and Coruscant to suffer and she had her own plans to ensure that, but then her staff blood would be on her hands.
"Lady Apoleia, this man is trying to rip you off. I strongly suggest you find another contact for repairs."
She closed her eyes, the rage building in her chest. She drew in a deep breath and held it there, refusing to let it be seen here. "Where would you suggest I find one, Nicholas? Look around you. Look outside. There. Isn't. Anyone. Else." The accountant seemed to shrink under her gaze.
"My lady," he said nervously "I understand you are upset about this mess but I really-"
"Upset?" the word was barely above a whisper, a tongue ran across her lips and she turned her eyes to the surveyor. "You may go. Repairs will start tomorrow whatever the cost." He bowed and left her alone with her accountant who watched her carefully as she turned away again to stare out at the mess. "You hired me, to ensure you got the best deal. That was not the best deal." He blinked, and in that moment Anaya moved from the ledge to stand behind him, the force granting her the speed to move in the blink of an eye.
"I don't give a damn whether is was the best deal or not. I can no longer gather the information I want because two moron sith lords simply couldn't help themselves and have trashed my club. I have lost four very good spies and every minute that this place is not operational is a minute that I am losing money and intel and customers. There is a time and a place for a deal, that was not it. Now get out of my sight before I change my mind and kill you."
She watched him flee, and for a brief moment, she allowed her rage to get the better of her. Red sparks of lightening exploded from her fingers and danced across the remains of the bar, adding to the list of damage. It did nothing to make her feel better so she gave up, moved to the ledge that had once been her club and sat down, legs dangling over the peril drop, trying to find a good reason in her mind not to find the two idiots and make them pay for this in her own way.
@[member="Jacen Cavill"]
Anger didn't quite cover how she felt. Behind her, a surveyor bickered with one of her accountants as they haggled the price of repairs, but Anaya didn't care about any of it. She made a promise to her staff members, that the only person they would ever have to fear was her. The only way they would die would be at her hands. Yet today, she had pulled four of them from a wreckage. A wreckage caused by the collateral damage of two children who simply couldn't take their fights elsewhere. Oh she wanted the senate and Coruscant to suffer and she had her own plans to ensure that, but then her staff blood would be on her hands.
"Lady Apoleia, this man is trying to rip you off. I strongly suggest you find another contact for repairs."
She closed her eyes, the rage building in her chest. She drew in a deep breath and held it there, refusing to let it be seen here. "Where would you suggest I find one, Nicholas? Look around you. Look outside. There. Isn't. Anyone. Else." The accountant seemed to shrink under her gaze.
"My lady," he said nervously "I understand you are upset about this mess but I really-"
"Upset?" the word was barely above a whisper, a tongue ran across her lips and she turned her eyes to the surveyor. "You may go. Repairs will start tomorrow whatever the cost." He bowed and left her alone with her accountant who watched her carefully as she turned away again to stare out at the mess. "You hired me, to ensure you got the best deal. That was not the best deal." He blinked, and in that moment Anaya moved from the ledge to stand behind him, the force granting her the speed to move in the blink of an eye.
"I don't give a damn whether is was the best deal or not. I can no longer gather the information I want because two moron sith lords simply couldn't help themselves and have trashed my club. I have lost four very good spies and every minute that this place is not operational is a minute that I am losing money and intel and customers. There is a time and a place for a deal, that was not it. Now get out of my sight before I change my mind and kill you."
She watched him flee, and for a brief moment, she allowed her rage to get the better of her. Red sparks of lightening exploded from her fingers and danced across the remains of the bar, adding to the list of damage. It did nothing to make her feel better so she gave up, moved to the ledge that had once been her club and sat down, legs dangling over the peril drop, trying to find a good reason in her mind not to find the two idiots and make them pay for this in her own way.
@[member="Jacen Cavill"]