Unidos
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One year passed, and she was here again. She recognised the limestone pillars and sculpted facade of the Hall of the Union through the tinted windows, and thought how many more times she'd have to do this. Year after year, the two dozen members came to this Hall and drafted their laws away from the prying eyes of journalists and the influences of the public. Year after year, a useless tug-of-war with six ropes, no one party getting what they wanted.
The Mediator is a neutral party, she remembered. It is their duty to remain level in crisis. It is their duty to to guide Unidos through the flames.
The chauffeur opened her door, and he helped her out of the car. She had done this for thirty years now, and she bore the weight of those years on her shoulders. There was a nagging pain in her hip she should probably pay attention to, but that wasn't the primary concern now.
Through the vast wooden doors, and into the main chamber. Just beyond that wall would be the main Hall, the centre stage for all lawsuits made against the central government, the amphitheatre where all the televised footage took place. It always amazed her how the public could believe that the Council, with its small board of people, would bother to use the hundreds of seats of the main room. It certainly played into the grandiose patriotism of the Union, the fantasies built on no foundation. She turned right, down an altogether less showy corridor, and took the second door to the left.
Now here, behind closed doors, was where Unidos schemed. The faces of the Directors met her, acknowledged her, and went back to their papers. They sat around a large circular table, bounded by wooden walls (a little tacky, for her taste); she took the seat at the head of the table, opposite the door. Time to get started.
'All members present. The Council is in session.'
The Mediator is a neutral party, she remembered. It is their duty to remain level in crisis. It is their duty to to guide Unidos through the flames.
The chauffeur opened her door, and he helped her out of the car. She had done this for thirty years now, and she bore the weight of those years on her shoulders. There was a nagging pain in her hip she should probably pay attention to, but that wasn't the primary concern now.
Through the vast wooden doors, and into the main chamber. Just beyond that wall would be the main Hall, the centre stage for all lawsuits made against the central government, the amphitheatre where all the televised footage took place. It always amazed her how the public could believe that the Council, with its small board of people, would bother to use the hundreds of seats of the main room. It certainly played into the grandiose patriotism of the Union, the fantasies built on no foundation. She turned right, down an altogether less showy corridor, and took the second door to the left.
Now here, behind closed doors, was where Unidos schemed. The faces of the Directors met her, acknowledged her, and went back to their papers. They sat around a large circular table, bounded by wooden walls (a little tacky, for her taste); she took the seat at the head of the table, opposite the door. Time to get started.
'All members present. The Council is in session.'