Raises an Eyebrow
Navigating the post-Sundering climate was quite frankly tedious.
Continuous meetings with various corporations about various issues and solutions to get the Confederacy back on its economic feet fast enough. Especially with the Trade Federation. Its various agents had many suggestions and solutions and all of it meant Vemric had to scrounge up credits from somewhere. With the Confederate coffers straining under the weight of the current economic climate had Vemric starting to consider alternative routes.
But first he had to entertain another of the Federation's agents after the interesting meeting with their Viceroy.
"Pardon me, Sir, but the Trade Federation representative has arrived. There is also a boy with him." came the guard's announcement at the door.
Vemric barely glanced up from the datapad he had been studying.
"Send them in, thank you Otto. And have Belle bring some refreshments." came his bored tone.
"Yes, Sir."
Shortly after, the representative and his entourage were shown inside.
"Have a seat, Mister Fima." said Vemric, finally looking up from his datapad and motioning to the chair in front of his desk. "The boy can have a seat at the little table over there." He nodded toward the round table in the corner of the vast office.
After Belle brought in drinks for them, Vemric leaned back in his chair as he regarded the Neimoidian in front of him.
"Now what can the Confederacy do for the Federation today, Mister Fima? If there were payment issues with the last delivery, please have your office contact mine and it will be sorted." the Sephi continued before he glanced at the boy.
There was something about him that nagged at Vemric, but he kept his face marble as he listened to the Neimoidian. If only these corporate types could keel over and die. It would make his life so much easier. He could definitely use his time better than listen to them drone on about figures.
But appearnaces had to be kept.
Continuous meetings with various corporations about various issues and solutions to get the Confederacy back on its economic feet fast enough. Especially with the Trade Federation. Its various agents had many suggestions and solutions and all of it meant Vemric had to scrounge up credits from somewhere. With the Confederate coffers straining under the weight of the current economic climate had Vemric starting to consider alternative routes.
But first he had to entertain another of the Federation's agents after the interesting meeting with their Viceroy.
"Pardon me, Sir, but the Trade Federation representative has arrived. There is also a boy with him." came the guard's announcement at the door.
Vemric barely glanced up from the datapad he had been studying.
"Send them in, thank you Otto. And have Belle bring some refreshments." came his bored tone.
"Yes, Sir."
Shortly after, the representative and his entourage were shown inside.
"Have a seat, Mister Fima." said Vemric, finally looking up from his datapad and motioning to the chair in front of his desk. "The boy can have a seat at the little table over there." He nodded toward the round table in the corner of the vast office.
After Belle brought in drinks for them, Vemric leaned back in his chair as he regarded the Neimoidian in front of him.
"Now what can the Confederacy do for the Federation today, Mister Fima? If there were payment issues with the last delivery, please have your office contact mine and it will be sorted." the Sephi continued before he glanced at the boy.
There was something about him that nagged at Vemric, but he kept his face marble as he listened to the Neimoidian. If only these corporate types could keel over and die. It would make his life so much easier. He could definitely use his time better than listen to them drone on about figures.
But appearnaces had to be kept.