Characters: Dr. Mira Trassano
Mira Trassano poked her head out of the office and took a quick glance around. No one was looking in her direction. In a sudden burst of speed, she speed-walked from her office door out into the hall. Over her shoulder, Mira called out that she off for lunch and would be back in an hour or two. In the lift, Mira relaxed her clutch on her bag and readjusted her grip. She couldn’t contain the giggle that broke out.
Mira hadn’t felt so mischievous since before she had been forced to flee her home. This whole exercise in party-planning was turning her back into a little girl. She grinned her way down the hall to the bar, Shadow’s Corner. It only took a moment or two to lure the bartender into a back room where they could talk in private. Mira emerged not long afterwards.
Next stop was the Observation Deck for another longer conversation with the Head of Maintenance. Mira had had to pull out all her Centauri born-bred-and-trained manipulation skills to get what she felt she absolutely needed for the party. Maintenance had to have been made out of solid granite to have managed to have not simply melted into a puddle under such pressure. The discussion became somewhat heated, but ended to everyone’s satisfaction. Mira left Observation minus her bag and feeling light-hearted as a small child. She finally made her way to the Lounge for her lunch.
The doctor knew she was grinning like an idiot, but she just couldn’t help herself. As she passed people in the hall, she began to feel a little guilty for her good mood, everyone else looked so dour. She didn’t see that behind her, the people that passed seem to have picked up a little of her good mood and were the better for it.
In the Lounge, Mira choose her meal and took a seat at a table in the very back corner with a clear view of the entire room. It was long before she was joined by her fellow conspirators. One mentioned that the fact a party was being planned had leaked and Mira groaned in dismay. The group was mollified a bit by the fact that no one seemed to know of the actual plans. Then, they all got down to the business of finalizing those plans.
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