The date is March 20th, 2016. A new chapter has been posted.

Rey bit her bottom lip as she rested her hand on the door handle to the meeting room she would have breakfast in. The meeting room where Ackbar would explain any news and the meeting room where her boyfriend's parents were already situated.

No one else was in the meeting room and Rey knew Finn and Poe were opting to skip the meeting for morning sex.

Rey's Sunday morning began with a run at the hotel's gym and a session with its punching bag where she managed to accidentally bruise her foot. Then, she took a trip to a small bistro for broth and crackers for Kylo and stopped by a grocery store for bananas. He had accepted the food with a thankful kiss and sipped the hot soup while Rey ran around, trying to locate a clean bra (she later gave up).

After dressing and messily tying her hair back, she kissed Kylo good-bye and walked through the downpour, in heels, to the hotel next door. Living a double life was hard, demanding, and drenching.

Steeling her nerves, she opened the door and stepped in. "Good morning, L- Mrs. Organa, and Mr. Solo," Rey referred to them by their surnames and sat down a diameter away from Leia. She reached to the center of the round table and grabbed a plain bagel and a packet of strawberry cream cheese.

"Rey, you don't have to stop calling us by our first names, it's alright," Han said, breaking the silence. Rey looked up at him and bit her tongue. Both Leia and Han offered her smiles and Rey felt at ease.

"Is Kylo happy?" Leia asked. Rey wondered what she meant, but remembered that Kylo was not close to his parents. She made a note to look into that. So, Rey answered truthfully.

"He… is. He's happy." He also threw up last night due to the stress of bumping into his parents with me.

"That's good," Leia nodded. Han smiled and walked over to pat Rey's shoulder.

"I think you're the best that's happened to him in a long time," he said and Rey blushed.

"Thank you, but I think we make it a joint effort. Kylo is a.. he's a great guy."

Rey ate her breakfast with peace in her mind and munched on her bagel. Han and Leia were proving to be better conversation partners now that both parties were at ease with each other.

"What will Alliance do if First Order were to succeed in getting Congress' permission to log and mine for oil in Alaska?" the reporter asked. Alder Snoke looked at the young, Alliance sent, representative on TV and ignored her words, opting to analyze her body language and looks.

A young woman with light brown hair and sparkling eyes spoke to the reporter. She was eloquent, graceful, and seemed qualified to do her job. Snoke wondered if she was an actual player or just a pawn with someone like Han Solo or Leia Organa feeding her words through an earpiece.

"Hux, Ren, what do you think about her?" he asked his two lackeys. Hux was focused on his paperwork, but Snoke could see that Ren was sneaking glances at the TV as he worked. "I wonder what goes on in that pretty little head of hers. No doubt Organa or Solo are feeding her lines," he said. Hux nodded to him while Kylo remained impassive. "Ren, I asked you a question," Snoke said.

Kylo looked the TV and stared at Rey as she spoke to a reporter. Her hair was messy due to the little time she had that morning to prepare and she wore chapstick instead of gloss or lipstick because the D.C. air was making her lips sore. Kylo knew she had a hidden blush stain on her bra that was probably rubbing onto the inside of her clothes because he had seen her drop her makeup container.

She was beautiful and she was every inch a smart, successful woman who knew exactly what she was doing. Kylo was entranced.

"I think she's too pretty and too young to actually know what she's talking about," Kylo managed to lie through his teeth as Rey answered the reporter's questions. "That Bluetooth in her ear," It's because she doesn't like the oils on her phone touching her face, "it's probably connected to someone telling her what to say."

Snoke peered at Ren and dissected his response. He searched for signs of weakness, but all in all, found none. The younger man was still his piece in this game of chess. His curiosity was sated and he returned to work.

Kylo held a file in his hand and stood tall with pride. He had just secured Alaska's vote of confidence in allowing First Order the rights to mine for oil in certain Alaskan territories. It was a win for him and a loss for Alliance.

The folder contained the Canada agreement, the same files he had shown to the senators of Oregon as well as Alaska. That had been the cherry on top of their agreement. Both border states were wary of Canada and when they found out that Canada would not retaliate against excess carbon monoxide in the atmosphere, they agreed.

He walked through the marble halls of the Senate building and nodded to passing senators, secretaries, and favor seekers. He was victorious.

A pair of sprinting footsteps sounded behind him and Kylo turned to see Finn clutching a folder and running with his phone pressed against his face. He paid the young man no mind- that is, until Finn tripped and collided into him.

They fell like the Berlin Wall and Kylo's eyes widened as his folder flew into the air, its contents spewing forward.

Finn's stack of papers left his hands as he collided with Kylo and the two watched in horror as paper scattered like snow in the air conditioned breezes.

"I'm so sorry- are you alright?" Finn asked.

"Watch where the fuck you're going!" Kylo shouted, kicking Finn away from him. Picking himself off the ground, he began collecting the pages that looked like his. It did not help that the scattered documents were all white sheets with black ink.

Finn was scrambling to retrieve his papers, crumpling a few on the way. He was minutes away from going back home and this is what happened.

Snatching his stack, Finn quickly apologized to Kylo before darting off once more.

Kylo grabbed his papers off the ground before ramming them into his folder. "Son of a bitch," he growled, not caring how many documents he crumpled. He was Kylo fucking Ren and being a successful lawyer meant that no one would have the pleasure of seeing him grovelling.

He stood, brushed a hand over his suit, and marched out of the building, and into the pouring rain. Pushing the messily arranged file into his jacket, Kylo hailed a cab back to his hotel. He would get his revenge. Nothing could save Finn from his rage.