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Sept 4, 2020 13:47:09 GMT -5
“… and so today we gather here, under Solera’s watchful eye, to remind us all that there is always hope for a brighter future! Thank you everyone!”
Francesca clapped politely along with the rest of the gathered crowd. These events were important, but that didn’t mean she enjoyed them overly much. Businesses, government agencies and charities with interests in Wayport – which meant, basically, everyone of note – came together regularly to provide career advise and options to the city’s residents.
It was a sunny day at least. That was a small mercy. Stood behind her stall, the white-haired woman in the sharp suit looked like… well, like exactly what she was, honestly. A face for a faceless business; the hand of outreach from interests which would snatch up anyone who could help them further their goals.
Global Innovation Industries was one of the many, many companies to which Francesca Sauer was registered as a consultant. Of course, not all of those used the name Francesca Sauer, and the details were always as vague as possible… but she was legitimate. For a certain standard of legitimacy, at the very least.
The stall she has set herself up behind is one of the more impressive on display, too. A slick black and silver affair under a canopy – in case the weather does turn – with a series of monitors displaying the work that G.I.I. undertakes around the world. Literature about the business is spread before her, too; glossy pamphlets and brochures.
And a set of forms to fill out for those who would like to submit their C.V. for consideration of the many, many opportunities that G.I.I represents throughout the world.
It is not entirely clear, despite all the information which is on very obvious display, exactly what the purpose of G.I.I is exactly. It seems to be related to research? There’s certainly a lot of very impressive numbers scrolling on those screens, and a lot of people wearing very sharp suits and looking very Official in them. A multicultural, diverse team of individuals, all linked together by the stylized silver globe lapel pin – one which sits easily on Francesca’s lapel too.
But then, selling the services of G.I.I. isn’t actually what she’s here to do.
Nope. As the crowd disperses and people begin to mill towards the various stalls and stands to find out what the future might hold for them, Francesca’s eyes are for the people in the crowd. The couple of hired hands she has brought with her to handle most enquiries immediately get to work successfully intercepting the few people who were immediately enticed by the slick and professional presentation of her booth… but Francesca herself is far more interested in who else has turned up to this event.
And particularly who is interested in Aegis’ sorry little stall. Yes. There might be people here who could be won over with the promise of payment and might become willing collaborators, though that seemed somewhat unlikely. Far more likely was the possibility that she would identify useful kidnap targets, and the threats of tomorrow.
Francesca clapped politely along with the rest of the gathered crowd. These events were important, but that didn’t mean she enjoyed them overly much. Businesses, government agencies and charities with interests in Wayport – which meant, basically, everyone of note – came together regularly to provide career advise and options to the city’s residents.
It was a sunny day at least. That was a small mercy. Stood behind her stall, the white-haired woman in the sharp suit looked like… well, like exactly what she was, honestly. A face for a faceless business; the hand of outreach from interests which would snatch up anyone who could help them further their goals.
Global Innovation Industries was one of the many, many companies to which Francesca Sauer was registered as a consultant. Of course, not all of those used the name Francesca Sauer, and the details were always as vague as possible… but she was legitimate. For a certain standard of legitimacy, at the very least.
The stall she has set herself up behind is one of the more impressive on display, too. A slick black and silver affair under a canopy – in case the weather does turn – with a series of monitors displaying the work that G.I.I. undertakes around the world. Literature about the business is spread before her, too; glossy pamphlets and brochures.
And a set of forms to fill out for those who would like to submit their C.V. for consideration of the many, many opportunities that G.I.I represents throughout the world.
It is not entirely clear, despite all the information which is on very obvious display, exactly what the purpose of G.I.I is exactly. It seems to be related to research? There’s certainly a lot of very impressive numbers scrolling on those screens, and a lot of people wearing very sharp suits and looking very Official in them. A multicultural, diverse team of individuals, all linked together by the stylized silver globe lapel pin – one which sits easily on Francesca’s lapel too.
But then, selling the services of G.I.I. isn’t actually what she’s here to do.
Nope. As the crowd disperses and people begin to mill towards the various stalls and stands to find out what the future might hold for them, Francesca’s eyes are for the people in the crowd. The couple of hired hands she has brought with her to handle most enquiries immediately get to work successfully intercepting the few people who were immediately enticed by the slick and professional presentation of her booth… but Francesca herself is far more interested in who else has turned up to this event.
And particularly who is interested in Aegis’ sorry little stall. Yes. There might be people here who could be won over with the promise of payment and might become willing collaborators, though that seemed somewhat unlikely. Far more likely was the possibility that she would identify useful kidnap targets, and the threats of tomorrow.
