[ Attending this gala hadn't been on Eirene's schedule when she'd planned her trip to this foreign city; the invite delivered at the hotel had been a pleasant surprise. And the gala did not disappoint. It's been a fruitful couple of hours mingling with business leaders and politically significant names in the city, getting the name of Quinn Corporation known beyond the borders of home.
She's accomplished enough that she could call it an evening and head back to rest, but. There's a name - Miyama - that Eirene has heard on too many lips with no face to match.
Another half hour. Eirene can spare that much time to waste if her wait proves fruitless.
She drifts away from the cocktail tables, closer to the dance floor. Oh? A teenager? A child or grandchild of one of tonight's guests, likely. ]
Waiting for company? [ From the small lift of her shoulder, it's evident that her words refer to the dance floor. ]
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She's accomplished enough that she could call it an evening and head back to rest, but. There's a name - Miyama - that Eirene has heard on too many lips with no face to match.
Another half hour. Eirene can spare that much time to waste if her wait proves fruitless.
She drifts away from the cocktail tables, closer to the dance floor. Oh? A teenager? A child or grandchild of one of tonight's guests, likely. ]
Waiting for company? [ From the small lift of her shoulder, it's evident that her words refer to the dance floor. ]