Plutus Incarnate
The desk was immaculate - built of a variety of off world woods, stained in only the most discerning colors. In its edges there was a defined grind that would offer the discerning eye a small glimpse at craftsmenship - while on the flats there were immaculate and complicated designs laden deep with etched gold. It was only the newest purchase for his office, to show the Galaxy a mere glimpse into the nigh on infinite cash reserves of the IGBC. Dorian, for his credit, rotated out his desk every few months - so nobody would be able to predict his newest aesthetic.
Everything he had was carefully in its place - done by the moving team no doubt, and anything classified was put in a later date by his personal security forces. He smiled as he toyed with the button that would open a secret compartment to his personal weapon. One couldn't be too careful in the world of banking or politics - but one such as Dorian could never be too careful in all that he did. Force forbid the SIA come charging into his Coruscanti Office looking for a Sith.
"Mrs. Shedo has arrived, Mr. Harper.", his intercom offered suddenly.
"Good, send her in.", he said as he leaned back into his place.