"Sir, as you ordered, I am here to report on the complaints raised by the elites."
Rhys Corvan placed a hand over his chest as he spoke, posture straight and formal. His superior stood with his back to him, hands clasped behind him as he gazed through the wide window. Beyond the glass lay the sprawling structure of the ISEC, still bustling despite the time.
The Federation delegation had already returned to their accommodations earlier that evening. The official reason had been simple. Rest was required after the grueling interstellar travel.
The young elites who had accompanied them had understandably wanted to protest passionately. Right up until they remembered whose order it was.
After all, who would dare defy Cassian Veyra?
Rhys cleared his throat and continued.
