Hello there guest. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Milenio Royal Palace Secure Government Quarter Avalon The party was in full swing. Royal Court lasted later than usual tonight. The occasion of course is the upgrade of the residence of House de Francisco. A Palace Paige brought HRM's party some Avalon Vineyards™ white & red. Celebrating with the king were titans of Justosian industry. The CEO of JNN Tomas Frederico & CEO of Justosia Airlines Internationale Marcus Tomue. "My bottom line is hurting Carlos. I understand politics and all but suspending service to Gunnland? We may have to cut wages to compensate...." Tomue pressed HRM. "All that new tax money we just put into the safety net (welfare is a taboo word in Justosia)? I've already compensated for you, Marcus. I must stand by my ideals. You've known me long enough to know this." "MY tax money Carlos. Jesus I was charitable enough already without this grab." Both were close enough to be on a first name basis with their king. A rare honour indeed. Tomas chose his time to chime in. "Condolences for your business Marcus. Hell. I'd pay more if you could shut this insipid foreign criticism down. I mean in a way we all work for you, each other, but a 'STATE' run media service? Who do they think we are? Serenierre? Crotobaltislavonia?" They shared a brief chuckle. "This wasn't a working dinner gentlemen, but as always the advice of my council unofficiale is appreciated. Look at her boys. My House, and my house will be the envy of royal Europe, and the rest of that common rabble." "How much?" Tomas inquired. "Roughly.......five million." HRM answered half heartedly. They all laughed at out loud. "Do you remember? When we used to race through the country and literally tear it up?" HRM asked nostalgia infused as he poured another glass of red. "We're not that young anymore Carlos. Neither are our reputations.......you think your father would be proud?" Marcus asked. "He has no choice. He's not king anymore...."