Political Animal
Beau stood at the front door of Circe Savan's apartment and adjusted the collar of his dress shirt. He wore an impeccable combination of blacks and whites, fused in such a way that the dinner parties of Coruscant wouldn't bat an eye if he walked in minus an RSVP. The benign Zelosian licked his lips nervously.
Why? Well, he was at the house of an individual he'd just defeated in a rather heated lawsuit. There were many reasons he should be nervous, which was why he held a bottle of Corellia's best wine in his left hand. While it might not stop a blaster bolt, it would at least make a good impression before he died - if Circe intended on having him assassinated. He doubted she would.
The woman seemed misunderstood. In truth, he'd only been acting on behalf of Sasha and her rather... persuasive arguments. He had no personal quarrel with Circe. But such was the way of corporate legal affairs. Everyone took everything personally, which made for few allies and many enemies.
Gabriel was here to amend that short falling.
One could never have too many friends...
[member="Enigma"]
Why? Well, he was at the house of an individual he'd just defeated in a rather heated lawsuit. There were many reasons he should be nervous, which was why he held a bottle of Corellia's best wine in his left hand. While it might not stop a blaster bolt, it would at least make a good impression before he died - if Circe intended on having him assassinated. He doubted she would.
The woman seemed misunderstood. In truth, he'd only been acting on behalf of Sasha and her rather... persuasive arguments. He had no personal quarrel with Circe. But such was the way of corporate legal affairs. Everyone took everything personally, which made for few allies and many enemies.
Gabriel was here to amend that short falling.
One could never have too many friends...
[member="Enigma"]