Via Dolorosa
Amans In Tenebris
The Muun sat behind his desk, fingers gently rapping against the marble top, with his eyes closed and lost in deep thought. He had just finished reading the quarterly month report, and found he was more than just pleased with Taobh Dorcha Industries progress; output and profit wise. His boss, who rarely made any appearances, had spoke to him via holonet granting him full control of the company. It was not his company, but he was free to act on any of his ideas that would benefit the company.
Two topics of interest stood out. Growth and influence. The former was a work in progress but the results he had seen put a smile on his face. The company was growing both internally and financially. Many projects were ongoing and many more in queue waiting to be started. The latter, that was something he could directly control. Influence and recognition was key to every company's success; and survival. The company was surviving on independent contracts alone, but Mr. Dr'iol knew that one day those could run out. It was settled. He would begin reaching out to organizations, high profile governments, and empires. The biggest profit producer was always war.
"Mizz Wirlon! Mizz Wirlon!"
His secretary, a meek little human thing, came rushing into his office. She looked around the office before placing her hands on her hips.
"Mr. Dr'iol. There is no need to shout my name. See that little device on your desk? That's right, that one. If you push the button it will page me at my desk. Then we can talk rather than you shouting and me running in here to save you from a burning building!"
There was not one soul allowed to speak to the CEO of Taobh Dorcha Industries like his secretary did to him. He allowed it because deep down he loved her, despite the horrific number in their age difference. He was 67, pushing 68, and she was barely 20 something.
"Yes, yes. I need you to contact one of the Council Members from that Black Rosey thing. It's time that us and them had a sit down meeting."
[member="Seras Goto"]
Two topics of interest stood out. Growth and influence. The former was a work in progress but the results he had seen put a smile on his face. The company was growing both internally and financially. Many projects were ongoing and many more in queue waiting to be started. The latter, that was something he could directly control. Influence and recognition was key to every company's success; and survival. The company was surviving on independent contracts alone, but Mr. Dr'iol knew that one day those could run out. It was settled. He would begin reaching out to organizations, high profile governments, and empires. The biggest profit producer was always war.
"Mizz Wirlon! Mizz Wirlon!"
His secretary, a meek little human thing, came rushing into his office. She looked around the office before placing her hands on her hips.
"Mr. Dr'iol. There is no need to shout my name. See that little device on your desk? That's right, that one. If you push the button it will page me at my desk. Then we can talk rather than you shouting and me running in here to save you from a burning building!"
There was not one soul allowed to speak to the CEO of Taobh Dorcha Industries like his secretary did to him. He allowed it because deep down he loved her, despite the horrific number in their age difference. He was 67, pushing 68, and she was barely 20 something.
"Yes, yes. I need you to contact one of the Council Members from that Black Rosey thing. It's time that us and them had a sit down meeting."
[member="Seras Goto"]