Her friend huffed and drained her glass.
“My entire life has been building to this one moment. Years of work, sweat and tears. You know Mother sent me a message this morning to congratulate me? She just assumes we will see success today.”
“She’s very proud of you for following in her footsteps.”
“She has very large boots, Citriss,” Cat snorted. “How do you measure up to the woman who consolidated all of Sector One’s underperforming, ineffectual and disparate planetary administrations into one reasonably functional government?”
“If you achieve this, Cat, there will be no comparison.”
Cat rose from her chair and paced the floor of the tiny office, placing her empty glass on the desk as she passed. The train of her official Vice-Presidential dress was held gently between her fingertips.
