Chapter 137: The Flow of Coin, Pt 2

Midway up one of the Red Spiral Towers, the Admiral, Retholis, and a few of their officers sat in a small, cozy booth. The booth was nothing more than a circular room with a dark wall and ceiling. A long cushioned seat ran along the edge of the wall, and ringed a circular table that protruded from the floor.

On top of the table was a screen that perfectly displayed what was going on in the floor below, through the multiple EyeCasts that floated around.

“Reth, I’m surprised,” said the Admiral. “And impressed. How’d you score such great boxed seats at the circus?!”

Retholis laughed heartily at the Admiral’s joke, though the Drogar who accompanied him made sour faces instead.

“The Senate is not a circus!” one of them cried.

“Calm down,” said Retholis. “I’d normally agree that the Senate is not a laughing matter. But these aren’t normal times. And I’m definitely stealing that comparison.”