Ozymandias

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Coruscant, busy as ever.
Adorned in an immaculate designer suit, Dorian Harper sat patiently in the lobby of the Senate Plaza - awaiting the meeting he had with the new-to-him Chancellor herself. Adhira Chandra was someone Dorian had grown to appreciate - not because she was loyal, nor even because she was advantageous to him, but because she knew how to play the game. It tickled him to think that their talks could be more than him chastising a galactic leader for poor leadership - especially when it personally affected his checkbook.
His thoughts were broken a moment later as the secretary and desk clerk called out his name -
“Mr. Harper?”, she asked inquisitively.
Maliphant smiled to her in a way only he knew how, and the girl mirrored his expression. She motioned him down the hall to a chamber room where Adhira was waiting for him, humming as he carried himself to the room. When the doors slid open, he gave the same gracious smile to Chancellor Chandra -
“A pleasure once again, Chancellor. You seem to grow younger every time I see you.”, he laughed - gently, careful not to be harsh on the ears.
Finding his seat, he pulled from his pocket a small holoprojector and laid it on the table - the ghostly apparition of an AI appeared and offered a nod. She spoke quickly;
“Hello, Chancellor. My name is Cybele - I hope you don’t mind me accompanying the meeting today.”, she said - though her tone was far more refined than Dorians. It seemed almost perfect for Adhira’s ears, in tonal nature and volume - though the sharp ear would find it had not started as such, fluctuating ever so slightly to find a pitch-perfect tone.