Blackwell Independant Technologies - Corellia Gil wasn't quite used to life in a fancy office yet. Luckily he hadn't spent much time here since his recent promotion to Vice President. The office resided on the top floor of the impressive tower that had become the corporate headquarters of their company. Gil thumbed through some papers on his desk, various reports of ongoing projects he needed to keep up to date with. Everything was going quite well for the company, they were branching out in multiple directions. "Sir, your 4'o clock is here to see you." the voice quietly chimed in over the comm system. "You can send her in, thanks." he responded to his assistant who would usher the woman inside. It had not taken long for the woman's request to be filtered up to the chain of command and wind up on his desk. He was actually quite curious to hear what the woman said. Gil stood as the doors opened, he was wearing a slim dark blue suit that was fit perfectly. In all honesty, he hated it but it was important to give off some level of professional appearance. He was no longer the guy in the back of the room, even if that's where he wanted to be. He stepped in front of the desk to greet the woman. "Lady Feyre. Its a pleasure." he said with a slight bow. It was enough to be polite but not enough to show he would be bullied by someone with a fancy title. "Please, have a seat he said gesturing to the chair in front of the desk. Can I get you anything? he asked before moving back to his own chair behind the desk. "What can I do for you?" he asked as he took his seat again.