Planetform Boardroom

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Horatio sat back in his extremely comfortable chair, a glass of sherry in his hand. He had been told on many occasions by many people that they had never seen him without a glass in his left hand - and rarely without a cigar in his right. He'd decided to forgo the cigar today for a rather simple reason; his stock of Rheinland Figurado's were back on the Dawn Under Heaven docked at Waterloo, and while Cantebury's Boardroom selection was to be admired, much of it seemed to be Bretonian manufactured. As much of a patriot that Horatio was, it wasn't enough to sully his tastes with second-rate tobacco.

He chuckled at Burn's comment, taking a sip of his sherry before replying.
"That's what middle management is for, eh?"

As Lance, the CEO finished speaking, Horatio brought up the file on the DSE request and raised an eyebrow.
"Well, I won't pretend to know the details, Danny old chap, but I can tell that this could be a huge boost for public opinion."

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