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Sure, it was Saturday. But that didn't mean there wasn't any work to be done. And Natalie was all about work. Honestly, just being able to be in her office had not yet lost its pleasant novelty after the whole space and displacement ordeal, even though just enough time had passed now that she wasn't having nightmares about Achilles every night anymore. It was good to be here. Even if she had some niggling thoughts in the back of her mind that were asking how long she would stay.
Wasn't at the forefront of her mind. What was, was the email she'd just received. A very formal inquiry for a visit with the Hegemon's Chief of Staff. Perfectly polite, and well-put with all the reasons why such a meeting should be arranged. Complete with tiny references that would have been lost on pretty much any other receiver.
Natalie was smiling a little to herself as she began to type up her reply.
Dear Mr. Adams ––
[ooc: NFB, but open for all the usual stuff.]
Wasn't at the forefront of her mind. What was, was the email she'd just received. A very formal inquiry for a visit with the Hegemon's Chief of Staff. Perfectly polite, and well-put with all the reasons why such a meeting should be arranged. Complete with tiny references that would have been lost on pretty much any other receiver.
Natalie was smiling a little to herself as she began to type up her reply.
Dear Mr. Adams ––
[ooc: NFB, but open for all the usual stuff.]
