Throughout her career, Julia had grown to despise social functions with the political class. She'd even hated them when she was a politician herself. However, as time had gone on it had become clear to her that they served a purpose - one beyond the consumption of expensive champagne, whilst listening to Senator Whoever of Somewhere carp on about the latest gossip rampaging through the rotunda. They simply were excellent places to do business, and, owing to her connections, Systech was eager to ensure that she put them to good use to rattle the can on their behalf.
A relatively unbecoming Corporation in the Outer-Rim, occupying the so-called 'Corporate Sector', Systech paid her a tidy packet and a fair amount of equity. However, it was the competitive nature of their performance-linked, and growth linked remuneration that had enticed her onto the board.
With the ongoing conflict across the galaxy erupting further still, and the galactic senate choosing to take action in the form of sanctions, Julia had suddenly found herself faced with a mound of problems. A mound that seemed not to be going away. However, not one to allow such things to get in the way of progress, she had focused her attention on the potential benefits this conflict could bring one of her corporate allies, Systech.
An adrenals, stims and chemicals company, Systech was a niche corporation, with the capacity to expand greatly with the correct degree of ambition driving it forward. Agriculture needs, such as massive industrial farming, was something she was keen to explore with some of the galactic political class. So to was the provision of stims to the medical facilities of the galaxy, indeed, she was currently mulling an idea to see if the Governments would fund a project to research if certain stims reduced the danger of the AMS virus, or reduced its speed. She was simply brimming with ideas.
It was the only reason she had hosted this event, in her own home on Etti IV today.
Of course, the event was a 'charity fundraiser', intended to raise money for AMS refugees. It just so happened that only politicians were invited.
Walking down the stairs in a white dress, lined with gold, she paused at the bottom and checked her comlink. The first of her real guests should be arriving soon. Once they passed through security at the main gate, they'd be escorted up to the house. She paused to speak to one of the staff brought in for the event, before turning her attention to her assistance, a young smartly dressed man in a black suit. ''You invited everyone on the list yes?'' she asked, topping up her lipstick using her comlinks reflective surface as a mirror ''No matter, too late to worry now.''
The poor sap had spent much of the past two days working up briefings on the entire invites list for her, their planets, key business areas and the major industries of their worlds. Julia didn't understand why he looked so tired - just take stims? She sighed as she put her comm unit away, she had spent most of the morning reading the briefs so she was ready for the event, and the rest of it getting ready whilst fielding calls from the board and others.
She rolled her eyes as her assistant retreated back upstairs to the office. Clasping her hands in front of her, she waited to recieve the first arrival.
OOC - Open to all political and business-ey characters. I will make the thread ask once we get a good turnout!
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