Just a little story about Shakaar's first day in office :)

The day after the election results were announced, two Bajoran men stood talking in the market.

"I'm glad Shakaar won the election," the first one said. "He's just what Bajor needs."

"What, a farmer?" the other scoffed. "He won't last a day!"

Shakaar tried to hide his amazement as his new secretary showed him his office; it was huge!

The young lady smiled at him. "Do you like the view, First Minister?"

He frowned then realised she meant the view out of the window.

"Yes, very much," he assured her.

"If that's everything...?"

"Yes, thank you, Mara."

She nodded and left the man alone in his new working place. Shakaar sat down in the big leather chair opposite his desk and sighed contentedly.

"This," he announced to the empty room. "Is a good chair."

The door chime buzzed and he looked up. "Come in."

It opened, admitting Mara carrying a steaming mug. "Mr Sarish said you liked raktagino, Minister."

He smiled and stood up, accepting the mug gratefully. "I never start my day without one."

He stumbled slightly as he made his way back to the desk and some of the hot liquid spilled over the top and onto his leg. Mara quickly grabbed a tissue and began to dab at the stain on his leg.

"It's alright, it's not-" Shakaar was cut off by the door opening and his aide, Sarish Rez, walked in followed by two more aides walking behind him. They stopped short at the scene in front of them. Shakaar laughed nervously.

"I can assure you, gentlemen, that this isn't what it looks like..."

Mara straightened up quickly. "I was just-"

"Go back to your desk, Mara," Sarish said warily. "First Minister, the new schedule for the Federation conference has been drawn up."

"Thank you, Sarish," Shakaar said, embarrassed.

The older man dismissed the other two aides and cleared his throat. "Minister Shakaar, if I may make a suggestion?"

He nodded. "Go ahead."

"I don't think it would be-"

He was cut off as Shakaar tried to sit on his desk and knocked over what must have been a priceless glass vase. Sarish winced as it smashed on the ground and Shakaar scrambled to pick up all the shards.

"I'll send for a cleaning crew..." Shakaar muttered noticing the expression on his aide's face. He slowly stood back up, like a child waiting for a lecture from their teacher. Sarish closed his eyes momentarily then continued where he left off.

"I don't think it would be wise to start off your first term by... seducing your secretary."

Shakaar felt his face go red. "No! It wasn't like that, I spilled my-"

Sarish held up his hands. "Just some advice, sir."

Shakaar sank into his chair as Sarish left and buried his head in his hands.

"Prophets protect Bajor!"

Sarish paused outside and looked briefly upwards. "Prophets protect Bajor."

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