February 4th
3:00 P.M.
2186
Illium
meeting in room 2b at 3 today. boss is being a real d today, huh? -L.
Tarya Dalian closed the email and sighed. Her computer screen glowed brightly, clock flashing 3:00. She cursed as she realized the meeting started 30 seconds ago. She jumped up from her chair and started gathering papers into a bag. She ran as fast as possible to the meeting room and stood outside for a second. She walked in as quietly as possible, trying not to draw attention to the fact that she was late yet again. The salarian at the holo-board squinted at her.
"Ah, I see miss Dalian decided to join us. Yes, well, unless we have any further distractions, let's get back to the numbers. Profits are up 1.1% from last quarter, Promanthinol supplements selling better than predicted, and blah blah blah..."
Tarya tuned out what he was saying, just like every meeting. She sighed inwardly and picked up a pen. Her skin was a deeper purple than normal; it was must've been hot in the meeting room. As the salarian droned on and on at the holo-board about sales figures and bull markets and business, Tarya fantasized for the millionth time about her jumping out a window and flying off.
Stupid, she thought, you can't even lift a coffee mug with your biotics, how can you expect to fly?
A blue spark leapt off the turian sitting next to her's shoulder. She absent-mindedly thought about how the office hags will have a field day if they knew that. The subject of who and who isn't a biotic had been a prevailing topic. She has stayed completely out of the discussions and speculation, for comfort reasons. She once asked them to stop, it could hurt someone, but none of them listened. She looked down at her suit and adjusted her lapels and tie. She always hated wearing suits, she always felt the charming expression "monkey suit" was accurate when she wore one.
Tarya continued to drum her fingers on the desk, fantasize about flying, and thinking about how awful meetings were for an hour before it was over. The salarian wrapped up his business presentation on business things, and everyone got up to leave. As Tarya was thanking the goddess silently for letting the meeting out shorter than normal, her boss stormed up to her.
"Dalian! You're going to Earth next week to secure some rich human's partnership. Don't fuck up," he said.
"Yes sir mister boss man sir!" Tarya said, with just a hint of a smile.
"Don't get snippy with me or I'll have you fired. Now get back to work!"
Tarya rolled her eyes and walked back to her cubicle. Her boss, a hardass turian, was indeed a dick today. So, he was his normal self. She sat back down at her desk and stared at the computer screen again. There was an unfinished report staring her down for a good 20 minutes before she decided to just take it home. She looked around to see if her boss was looking, then loaded up Minesweeper. For such a simple, human game, it's pretty damn addicting, she thought. She clicked away at tiles and bombs until the computer clock flashed 4:50. She gathered all her stuff up, and went to punch out. After summoning an elevator and seeing it full, she let a drell businessman behind her take the last spot.
"I'll just take the next one!" she offered weakly as the elevator doors closed. She sighed again, and summoned one on the other side. After getting to the bottom floor and wading through the rush hour traffic, she arrived at her apartment and went to sleep early.
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2nd chapter wooo. Review and I'll get your name tattooed on my junk (I won't actually do that).