Byzantium Summit

Gallo sighed. Taking a small bag with her, she stepped out of the discreet car she drove to the Hotel in. Her thoughts on the hotel weren't all good, but if the Sartorians wanted it, she'd do it. The rivalry between the two needed to be put aide for this meeting.

Walking into the lobby with her Chief and three guards, she had little idea of who the Foreign Minister would be like. Obviously she knew the public details, but talking to a political official is something else entirely. The line gets blurred between public and private in talking, and it's a gift to know where the line is.

She sat down while her Chief talked with the receptionist, as he made the reservations in his name.


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