Ilana just wasn't herself these days. Loose odds and ends. Losing so much. But it was time to move on. She couldn't linger in the shadows of others forever. Holding on to what little she had, she wouldn't look back any further, held back by regret.
Rather, she looked ahead. And she was taking those past memories with her.
Malakai was gone. She felt it, keenly in the Force. There was no answering the call, no rough voice replying late at night. She had spent enough time grieving; now it was time to pick up what he left behind, and to continue in his name. But in order for that transition to go smoothly, she had to make sure that those closest to him would be willing to keep going as well.
She waited in her private quarters on a high rise, a cigara dangling from her fingers. Dressed in sharp black slacks and a pressed grey blouse, black coat, she'd wait their arrival, along with someone she would consider soon to be hired as well.
A contract laid on the table, along with a case. She had nothing but time by now.
@Darasuum