After her predecessor had finally abandoned the position to her capable hands, Letizia had spent her every waking moment slaving away at her desk (and, indeed, had often spent the night in her office as well – the couch if she was lucky, and the desk if she wasn’t). Though it was only a few months in reality, for the Deputy Undersecretary it might well have been years since her tour of the Outer Planets. The voyage was nothing but a distant memory now, inundated in the flood of work and responsibility that she’d shouldered upon her return. Even the stimulating conversation and fine food had faded into the background, forced to give way to more pressing concerns of governance. She was expecting another late evening in the office when her terminal chimed, rousing her from several tables of statistics, legal documentation, and half-finished propositions floating above her desk. A thin line formed in her brow as she swept the notification to the holographic screen. Oh. Letizia leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. Well. She had extended a standing invitation. And she could use the distraction. She stood and slipped back into her heels with a smothered wince. The documentation collapsed at the wave of her hand, every sensitive piece of information safely locked behind layers of rolling encryption. Picking up her terminal to let in her unexpected guest, Letizia strolled over to the lounge. A few plush setées sat huddled around a carved mahogany coffee table, obscured from direct view with a half-wall that bisected the spacious room. She took the rightmost one with an appreciative sigh and began to whip her thoughts in order.