Senator of Naboo
The hours were evaporating, and Dominic walked as if he could outrun them.
Staffers orbited him in loose formation through the corridor. Datapads appeared in his hands, explanations trailing behind them. Most he skimmed for half a second before handing them back without breaking stride. Another replaced it almost immediately. Chaos. Pure, industrious chaos.
One thing he had assumed would remain stable while he was away from Naboo was his office. His staff. His systems. His Chief of Staff most of all.
Anda Bavula had been a force of nature, efficient, sharp-tongued and, entirely immune to excuses. She kept the machine running and everyone inside it terrified of disappointing her.
She was also, apparently, retired.
Retired.
Dominic suppressed the urge to sigh. A midlife epiphany had apparently led to a spiritual awakening somewhere in Naboo's Lake Country. Bavula now spent her days in quiet reflection and meditation. Meditation. He privately suspected it looked suspiciously like an extended holiday.
What a waste.
Another intern slipped nervously into step beside him and pushed a datapad forward like a peace offering. "Donor obligations, sir. And there's an opening tonight at the Theed Modern...they were hoping you might..."
Dominic glanced down just long enough to understand the problem before returning the datapad. "I will not." The intern swallowed and peeled away into the current of aides behind him. His shuttle back to the Outbound Flight departed at day's end. Every hour until then had already been promised to someone else.
Dominic stopped walking. The sudden halt nearly caused two interns to collide with him. He turned, shoulders straightening slightly as he exhaled the last of his irritation. "Is Elsie here yet?"
Staffers orbited him in loose formation through the corridor. Datapads appeared in his hands, explanations trailing behind them. Most he skimmed for half a second before handing them back without breaking stride. Another replaced it almost immediately. Chaos. Pure, industrious chaos.
One thing he had assumed would remain stable while he was away from Naboo was his office. His staff. His systems. His Chief of Staff most of all.
Anda Bavula had been a force of nature, efficient, sharp-tongued and, entirely immune to excuses. She kept the machine running and everyone inside it terrified of disappointing her.
She was also, apparently, retired.
Retired.
Dominic suppressed the urge to sigh. A midlife epiphany had apparently led to a spiritual awakening somewhere in Naboo's Lake Country. Bavula now spent her days in quiet reflection and meditation. Meditation. He privately suspected it looked suspiciously like an extended holiday.
What a waste.
Another intern slipped nervously into step beside him and pushed a datapad forward like a peace offering. "Donor obligations, sir. And there's an opening tonight at the Theed Modern...they were hoping you might..."
Dominic glanced down just long enough to understand the problem before returning the datapad. "I will not." The intern swallowed and peeled away into the current of aides behind him. His shuttle back to the Outbound Flight departed at day's end. Every hour until then had already been promised to someone else.
Dominic stopped walking. The sudden halt nearly caused two interns to collide with him. He turned, shoulders straightening slightly as he exhaled the last of his irritation. "Is Elsie here yet?"