Troiken City was busier than ever. It was odd seeing people of all sorts of species roaming around in broad daylight. Since coming into ownership of the mining operations on the planet, Param had become somewhat of a celebrity among the citizens. She worked closely with her xextos allies to keep conditions in the mines safe and hospitable while growing a city they could come to to relax and have some fun.
The Garden Spot was still the place to be. Sometimes Sith would come to enjoy a peaceful cup of tea and some pastries, sometimes it would be powerful businessmen trying to stake a claim in a fledgling city. It didn't matter the clientele, Param’s tea was a hit. She even submitted some to a competition and won best tea of the sector officially.
Param was in her usual black crop hoodie and gray sweatpants, wiping down a table. Technically Bob and Evan were supposed to be the ones wiping down the tables after their little sticky note shenanigans when Kai had visited. Instead, Evan, the scrawny devaronian he was, sat behind the counter taking orders and brewing. Bob was in the back packing the more illicit teas.
Even with the Sith Order taking the lion’s share of the profits, Param’s take off the top was quite substantial. Especially since acquiring Thel’s banking information and transferring the remainder of his funds to her own accounts.The was only a few more matters to attend to, like the deal Thel had made with a Hutt that took up a percentage of the mining income. There was a lot more to her former master than she had originally thought.
A pang of anger hit her chest.
The Garden Spot was still the place to be. Sometimes Sith would come to enjoy a peaceful cup of tea and some pastries, sometimes it would be powerful businessmen trying to stake a claim in a fledgling city. It didn't matter the clientele, Param’s tea was a hit. She even submitted some to a competition and won best tea of the sector officially.
Param was in her usual black crop hoodie and gray sweatpants, wiping down a table. Technically Bob and Evan were supposed to be the ones wiping down the tables after their little sticky note shenanigans when Kai had visited. Instead, Evan, the scrawny devaronian he was, sat behind the counter taking orders and brewing. Bob was in the back packing the more illicit teas.
Even with the Sith Order taking the lion’s share of the profits, Param’s take off the top was quite substantial. Especially since acquiring Thel’s banking information and transferring the remainder of his funds to her own accounts.The was only a few more matters to attend to, like the deal Thel had made with a Hutt that took up a percentage of the mining income. There was a lot more to her former master than she had originally thought.
A pang of anger hit her chest.
@Altaris