GENERIS
Nathan tried the wine. It was his choice anyway and bad form, but he would have Stamper replace the bottle before she got here.
He was somewhat nervous, though he worked consciously to bury any outward sign of it. He had sailed through his early years of politics with few true challenges, but the more he advanced the more he was finding himself opposite people of real caliber. Today, he was taking it up another rung on the ladder.
Anat Asteria was a big fish, the highly capable if mysterious figure behind Asteria Industries. Unlike many of Nathan's Senate colleagues, she had neither land or soldiers to lend to his efforts, but she certainly had money and power. She also had a shit tonne of history with certain movers and shakers he wanted to give a wide berth, but you could never have it all. Her skills were clear and if they could find common cause, he would have the chance to show her the plus points of backing the new over the old.
The Senator had a plan of course and Generis would be the arena. The local authorities had been let down by hollow overtures from the Jedi and the planet's proximity to his native Begamor made some form of union attractive. But the Generisians would need persuading, and a joint venture with Asteria might be just be the answer. He had invited her here, amidst the planet's southern jungle, to wine and dine her right where they could make their mark.
He lent back in his chair, adjusting his stylish black attire and breathing in the fresh air. He really did pick nice spots.
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