6-226: Administration Bureau Executive Conference Facility
Adler goes to take another drink from her glass but stops and and says, “Empty,” like she was uttering a curse from the blackest pits of the afterlife.
She makes a kind of, ‘follow me’ motion as she emerges from the darkness to collar a waiter and retrieve two drinks from her passing tray. She hands one to Lia and retreats back into the shadows in a new position where the view between she and the Assistant Secretary’s group, and Zayaire, is partly obscured by a tall plant.
“His date procurement team, they aren’t part of the Bureaucracy. He funds them some other way. It seems a lot of cost and effort just to wet your penis with novelty.”
She takes a mouthful from her new glass.
“The thing is, he uses his Bureau as a tool too, and he’s started to tread on my patch.”
More filing. It seems there is an entire folder now.
Lia still has champagne in her current glass, so with a slight smile she rests the new glass somewhere (on the edge of the tall plant if there’s room).
“Is it the novelty he likes or the inexperience?”
Her gaze is a little piercing.