Not relishing the thought of facing the press, t'Llhweiir stayed in her
office until it was nearly time to meet Kitanya. She picked up her padd
and headed out of her office.
"I am done for the evening. After my meeting with Admiral Kitanya, I will
be in my quarters here. Good night, Y'Toi," she said to her assistant.
"Good night, Admiral," the Ferengi said tiredly.
"Go home. There is nothing that can not be handled after you have
rested."
Y'Toi nodded and shut down her computer access. "Admiral, it's gotten
worse out there. I did not know there were so many reporters on
Spacedock."
"They have likely come from throughout the region. All trying to get a
'story.'"
Getting a firm grip on her padd, she stepped into the corridor. It was
like the sound of the opening door was a signal. Suddenly, the mass of
beings surged forward, barking questions madly.
The added shadows formed a flying wedge, with t'Llhweiir in the wake, that
forced its way through the throng. t'Llhweiir walked calmly and said
nothing.
Eventually, they reached the lounge. The shadows escorted her through the
door, where they took positions to keep the press out. A pair stayed with
her until she was seated at her table, then they took seats at a nearby
table.
t'Llhweiir had arrived early because she had wanted to allow time to runt
he gauntlet of reporters. It also gave her the choice in seating,
giving her full command of the view in the room. (Some habits die
hard.) So she had a few minutes before Kitanya was expected.
She ordered a glass of fruit juice and waited.
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