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The aide was caught off guard when he was directed to speak to this new person, this...General Berthold Gregor. "Uhm..well, Ambassador Jorm requests that we meet at 'The Seashell', a small coastal restaurant in Koagrad. The coordinates are being sent to your personal vessel now. He also recommends you wear civilian attire, as not to draw attention. I hope this doesn't cause problems?"

Meanwhile, Jorm was on the phone with three other ambassadors, confirming his arrangement with them, nodding with relief that they had kept th their agreement to vote for his proposition. After this, he waved off his aide that was on the phone and gestured he would be going to his personal quarters, not to be disturbed. He closed the doors tightly and locked them behind him.

"Whew.." Reiko breathed with relief. He shed off all his ambassador attire and stretched promptly afterwards, happy to be out of that thick garb. "So that's why politicians are always so messed up, their mind is already fried from the clothing they wear." He closed all his curtains and got himself a shower ready. Beforehand he walked to his sink and splashed some water on his face, staring at himself in the mirror.

"I love you, mother..."