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Palazzo Napoletano, Partenopea
Serenissima Repubblica di Vittoria
The room was cold, not because it was actually a cold day, but more so due to the fact that the air conditioner had been left on all day. As the sun set in the west, the air conditioner felt somewhat redundant, or at the very least useless. The Palazzo Napoletano had served as the seat of the Government many years in the past. It had been nearly 200 years since any Government had officially met there. Despite that fact, the building still found itself the focal point of many of Vittoria's political inner workings. Here the walls had eyes, and perhaps ears too, but that never stopped any sensitive discussion from occurring here.
Putting on his suit jacket, Leonardo Farnese took a seat at the table with another man. Together, the two men now sat in suit and tie, both wearing dark triblies with nearly nothing in front of them but a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Leonardo smiled, "My friend, I believe everything is to plan. Should everything be as anticipated, the changes should be in place by next week."
Leonardo wasn't particularly tall, but he was well dressed. He came from the luxurious Di Farnese family which, was the main wealthy family to come from the small suburban town of Farnese, perhaps a 20 minute auto-carriage ride away from Partenopea. Di Farnese was shortened to Farnese at some point some generations ago. The Farnese's were known to be involved quite heavily in Vittorian politics for the last 100 years, but had honestly been in existence since the 15th century to some degree. Leonardo was ambitious. His father was punished handily for supporting the wrong families just one election cycle ago, and Leonardo was keen not to forget.
The man sitting across from him, was a larger man. Not in girth, but in stature. He was taller, and certainly more powerful politically. Francesco Aquilani, nodded. "If this is so, then we have nothing further to talk about." He stood up and straightened his tie.
Leonardo was not so sure. "Are you sure they won't be able to trace this to us?"
Francesco walked over and patted Leonardo's shoulder. Leaving his hand there while he spoke, "Yes my dear friend. His death will look so natural that not even the Tiberans will look like a guilty party. Instead, we'll have ourselves a new tomorrow. We cannot be assured we'll win tomorrow, but surely the discussion is open... and frankly life today is much too hard. Tomorrow can only be better."
Francesco continued, "I know your reservations. Your father suffered greatly, but these walls should not afford us such privacy. Send a trusted courier to me if you have a scratch that must be itched, but do not believe that anything other than success shall be had. It is important that our confidence is at our strongest moving forward."
The two men shook hands and walked out of the small conference room. Leonardo walked briskly to the exit. Francesco instead walked to his office. There were still preparations needed, and he'd require more support to achieve his goals over the next three weeks.
Serenissima Repubblica di Vittoria
The room was cold, not because it was actually a cold day, but more so due to the fact that the air conditioner had been left on all day. As the sun set in the west, the air conditioner felt somewhat redundant, or at the very least useless. The Palazzo Napoletano had served as the seat of the Government many years in the past. It had been nearly 200 years since any Government had officially met there. Despite that fact, the building still found itself the focal point of many of Vittoria's political inner workings. Here the walls had eyes, and perhaps ears too, but that never stopped any sensitive discussion from occurring here.
Putting on his suit jacket, Leonardo Farnese took a seat at the table with another man. Together, the two men now sat in suit and tie, both wearing dark triblies with nearly nothing in front of them but a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Leonardo smiled, "My friend, I believe everything is to plan. Should everything be as anticipated, the changes should be in place by next week."
Leonardo wasn't particularly tall, but he was well dressed. He came from the luxurious Di Farnese family which, was the main wealthy family to come from the small suburban town of Farnese, perhaps a 20 minute auto-carriage ride away from Partenopea. Di Farnese was shortened to Farnese at some point some generations ago. The Farnese's were known to be involved quite heavily in Vittorian politics for the last 100 years, but had honestly been in existence since the 15th century to some degree. Leonardo was ambitious. His father was punished handily for supporting the wrong families just one election cycle ago, and Leonardo was keen not to forget.
The man sitting across from him, was a larger man. Not in girth, but in stature. He was taller, and certainly more powerful politically. Francesco Aquilani, nodded. "If this is so, then we have nothing further to talk about." He stood up and straightened his tie.
Leonardo was not so sure. "Are you sure they won't be able to trace this to us?"
Francesco walked over and patted Leonardo's shoulder. Leaving his hand there while he spoke, "Yes my dear friend. His death will look so natural that not even the Tiberans will look like a guilty party. Instead, we'll have ourselves a new tomorrow. We cannot be assured we'll win tomorrow, but surely the discussion is open... and frankly life today is much too hard. Tomorrow can only be better."
Francesco continued, "I know your reservations. Your father suffered greatly, but these walls should not afford us such privacy. Send a trusted courier to me if you have a scratch that must be itched, but do not believe that anything other than success shall be had. It is important that our confidence is at our strongest moving forward."
The two men shook hands and walked out of the small conference room. Leonardo walked briskly to the exit. Francesco instead walked to his office. There were still preparations needed, and he'd require more support to achieve his goals over the next three weeks.