Suite 4141, Paradise Falls Resort, Planet Curacao.
7th of April, 827 | 2:41PM Gabbie enjoyed her quiet time, between all these meetings. Since the civil war started, her contracts ringed her terminal constantly, wanting to buy support for one side or another.
Most of the time, she didn't even bothered to answer. Half of them played the opposite side she picked, the other half were either untrustworthy, wanted weapons, personnel, and other things she didn't dealt in, or bidded too low. She was quite tired, as her timetable was ruined. By her info, she would have a good month to prepare, but now, everything needed to be ready by yesterday.
This meeting, however calmed her. No unknown element, no war, no rushed decisions. She could take her time, having a proper discuss, and she dressed for the occassion. A moderately expensive red dress, chosen by it's style, rather than the label. Some makeup, drinks. Proper drinks at that, not the pirate haven swill she used to drink.
While waiting, opened some wine, and poured some for herself. The two credit bottle was the only thing in the suite, that didn't fit the picture. It was lousy, sweet, and probably never even saw real grapes, but Gabbie grown up on it. And nostalgia was the aroma nobody could resist.
Charlotte was curious. Curious enough to attend the meeting without her usual security outfit. It wasn't something she would usually consider doing; nor would the company allow being that she was the head of research and development and subsequently had access to a lot of trade secrets and projects that could be devastating should they end in the wrong hands. The problem with Charlotte is she was not street smart, she had barely left her workshop on Manhattan, and when she did it was to be relocated to Chesterfield Station. Her workshop was her safe place, it was what she knew and it was where she was comfortable.
She made her way to Suite 4141, completely aware she was probably under-dressed, she was never comfortable in anything too fancy. Her jeans and t-shirt were about the best she would do, it was a change from her overalls. As she approached the door she ran her hand through her hair, it was tidy enough. She couldn't help but think about what her friend Mario had said, Space was a dangerous place; he wasn't wrong. She hesitated a moment, before knocking lightly on the door.
Gabbie looked up while putting the bottle down. A moment! She answered, and went back to the main room. Come on in. She said, and the door opened.
She could get a good look at Charlotte, in her informal attire, and she drawn the conclusion, that she's rather a technical person than some board member. She could work with that, as she'd see the value of her goods, instead of trying to look at the profit margins. Anyway, she invited her in.
Charlotte took a moment to take a look around the room. While she knew it would be nice because of where it was, she didn't expect it to be this nice. She felt out of place, and bit her lip before shaking her head and stepping inside, closing the door behind her. "I.... Do apologize, I feel I should have come dressed a little more..... appropriately." She made her way over to Gabbie, offering a hand "I am Charlotte.... Lottie, you can call me Lottie." Despite her best attempts at keeping it cool, it was clear she was out of her element.
Gabbie smiled a bit on Charlotte's shy ankwardness, she found it cute. Her whole presence told her she was pretty introverted, and anxious at this situation.
I'm Gabriella. Call me Gabbie Smiled in a soothing way, as she ran her eyes across Charlotte's tomboyish features, from the attire, to her makeup, or lack of it, to her hair. Definietly cute, I shouldn't get drunk near her Gabbie thought, and discretely chuckled at it.
Come have a seat, and a drink She offered, and pointed at the couch with the coffee table
"Gabbie." She nodded, it was a pretty name. She seemed to relax a little as she took a seat on the couch. Taking note of the red dress, she really wished she had put a little more effort into her appearance if nothing else. She shrugged the thought off, there was no point in dwelling on it. Despite the harsh realization in her last few logistics runs that not everyone was friendly, she felt at ease around Gabbie; she wasn't able to determine why. The nervousness was still clear "I... Am not going to lie. I am curious as to why you messaged me?" After some hesitation she continued "After all, I am only a researcher, I am not exactly anyone important."
Multiple Reasons, Lotti. Gabbie poured out two glasses of wine, offering one to Charlotte. Firstly, it's technology I'm selling. Secondly, it's technology I will look in the near future, and I believe DSE does supply better vessels to my line of work, than other parties, say CTE. And lastly, all of those "top dogs" up at the board are only one thing in my line of work: Middlemen. And I've decided to cut them out. Winked. And believe me, you're important enough.
Gabbie pulled out a PADD, with a detailed list of items. They were common in nature, except for the fact that many of them were manufactured by DSE's rivals, and nearly all of them were current, or last generation military equipment, thus at least a few years in front of civilian tech. And I do believe you'd be very interested in my merchandise.
She thanked her for the drink, and the mention of technology got her interest. "Technology? I.... I would be the right person to talk to about that, it's my life." She couldn't help but blush at being told she was important enough, trying to hide it behind taking a sip of the wine. It was a familiar taste, one that she wouldn't quite place where she knew it from. "I am wondering though, why me - there are plenty of people who are just as good, if not better...." She watched as she pulled out the PADD, occasionally catching a glimpse of what was on the screen, Gabbie was right - she was very interested "In saying that.... I am glad you contacted me."
Well, I'm currently expanding my clientele Chuckled, and took a sip of the wine. As for the why you, I've had five names on my list, when I've "acquired" this tech. Three of them was in Kusari, where I don't do business. The next one stole from me. That leaves you as the best potential buyer. And belive me, I'd rather sell this to you, than to the junkers. Especially when it comes to sensor absorbing coating, and actively cooled hull panels.
Gabbies reasoning for selecting her was sound. Charlotte had only passed through Kusari once, it was a pretty place but she struggled with the cultural differences. She didn't understand the desire to not work with the Junkers, but she wasn't about to question it. As Gabbie continues to speak, she stopped, mid sip of her drink. She places the glass down on the table and raises an eyebrow as she watched Gabbie. "You don't say...." Despite trying to hide her reaction, she was clearly excited at the idea of the possibility to work with what had been mentioned so far.
