It was quite simple. – Or so Roxchelle thought, once she had made the arrangement.
Aharon Staergin was an extraordinaire with ambition. He was a rising star when it came to his inventions and projects, and thus he was a man of interest for the IGBC as a whole. But Roxchelle had an entirely different purpose of contacting the Senator of Champala. One of private matter.
A matter that at the moment was pushed into a suitcase with wheels.
A very heavy suitcase with wheels, Roxchelle concluded, as she with curses and violence in moderate quantities dragged it after her. Not only was the suitcase heavy, but it had been complicated to get to Mr. Staergin’s residence. If she knew it was this tiresome and surrounded with so much water, she might as well have worn a bikini.
The chairwoman was met by a droid that she politely followed into a waiting room. Her heels clicked against the floor as she walked, but much smaller and faster pair of feet followed right behind her. They belonged to an oversized Voorpak, a bit on the round side. That wore a way too tiny spike collar, and with every step Roxchelle took, it murmured a small growl in disapproval of either the penthouse, or its own general existence.
As Roxchelle sat and placed the suitcase beside her, she couldn’t help but look around the penthouse and study the little details. It was a familiar environment that to her at once felt like a warm hug, and at the same time was entirely new territory. One she met with curiosity. She smoothed the green dress to annihilate a couple of folds that emerged and began tapping her long nails against the surface of the suitcase to ease any excitement.
@Olwin
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