> > "It already has gotten there." He said as he left. Still
> >fuming over the exchange. The one overriding thought was that he
> >absolutely hated Selara D'amondra. He hated her smug attitude. He hated
> >her flaunting arrogance, and how dismissive she was of him. He hated
> >everything about her. His absolute hatred would be picked up by just
about
> >any telepath that happened to take a glancing look, but especially the
> >Venasian Ambassador. She would get the entire message down to the
smallest
> >detail about just how he loathed the Venasian Selara D'amondra.
>
>
> At that precise moment, Celana happened to be Earthside in the
middle
> of a tennis match with the wife of a Federation Council member. It was
the
> first really active thing Celana had done in years, and her frail body had
> taken quite a beating the first few times around to the consternation of
the
> Venasian doctor at the embassy. However, she had taken to the game, and
was
> starting to improve her skills a little.
> Just as she served, she felt an overwhelming wave of hatred and
> seething frustration take over her, and the ball torpedoed across the net
> with uncharacteristic savagery.
> "Ummm... Fault," Jane Kingery observed mildly from the other side of
> the court.
> "I'm sorry," Celana said hoarsely, fighting down the emotion coming
> from Lasiter, "I don't know what came over me."
> >
> >
> > "Of course. Can you two keep your relationship quiet? No
public
> >meetings, do what ever it takes to keep the press out of it especially
> >since they are here in force. That kind of thing?" Garibaldi replied.
> >
> > Sam turned to Selara and said... "Well what do you think,
honey?"
>
> Selara pretended to mull it over. "I think we can manage to keep our
> meetings private, dear," she said with a sly twinkle in her eye. She
looked
> at Garibaldi. "I'll also set have my people set up a false ID for me. If
the
> press does pick up on me, the false ID will at least confuse them for a
> short time while they try to sort it out. From here on out, I'll appear
to
> be a respectable Venasian trader, docked at Spacedock for repairs."
"That will do just fine. Now, that we have that done, I must
go. I have a trip to prepare for. Good evening you two..." he replied and
headed out.
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