Julia Hipori had not stopped reading and re-reading the 'Journalism' that was the talk of the business world these past few days. Every single time she had tried to get some work done, she had heard the 'news' item mentioned, and between every meeting she had been glued to the comments section of the written item, scowling to herself and seething.
Prick.
She slammed her datapad down again and leant back in her chair. Julia had ensconced herself in her private office on Corellia, one of the commercial hubs of the galaxy, to get herself a little privacy. Julia had purchased the office when she had become Governor of Lahsbane, the income she received as a Corporate Vice President of the Blackwell Corporation more than covering the cost. With her position as Secretary for Intergalactic Affairs with the ISC affording her transport, an office and more, she needed somewhere where she could take care of her private business affairs, in...well, private.
From her desk, she could see the cityscape to her left, and a lounge in front of her, a board room beyond that. To the right of the lounge, a front desk with a protocol droid sat at it would be found, a barrier between her and the outside world.
Julia had booked the services of the Attorney General of the ISC, on a personal bit of work separate from his political appointment. The man, who she had yet to meet, came highly recommended, and cost a small fortune to hire.
But this was personal.
"Ma'am," her protocol droid spoke over the intercom linked to her desk "....your twelve o'clock is here."
"Show him in." she responded, turning the intercom off, and waiting for the attorney general to walk in.