It's lonely at the top

[intriguess]

Lady Mia Chella was the ruler of the largest and most productive province on the planet. At only 25 she had a lot of responsibility, and doing her job well had only led to more work. She had started with a small province and as her abilities unfolded she worked her way to now governing the largest province.

Mia had a very tight schedule, each cycle had ten days. Mornings were spent dealing with administrative demands. Afternoons were dealt with tasks of the specific day. Day one she handled disputes, day two she looked over productivity, day three she spent among the people, day four she planned functions and such, day five she visited her family, day six she entertained visitors, day seven she had open for overflow and emergencies, day eight she officiated ceremonies, day nine she had to herself, and on day ten she looked at what was coming up the next cycle.

Mia dreaded the afternoon, she had applications to look at. She had recently fired her personal assistant. She did fine without one most of the time, and she dreaded the applications because everyone wanted to be with her. Being much loved was a two edged sword, she sat down and noticed her favorite lunch was already waiting for her on her desk. She picked up the applications and began to read.

It was the same as always, a few fanatics with no qualifications, several who were overly qualified, several with no experience, and of course every personal assistant to a province leader applied. She had no luck with personal assistants, they either were too personal or too impersonal. It was an impossible task, but one that she must complete. Her responsibilities were increasing and she needed someone to deal with minor tasks.

 

[intriguess]

Lady Mia Chella

She quickly eliminated those who were already working for a province leader, she was too diplomatic to consider them. Then it was a process of elimination, getting rid of those with little or no experience as well as those whose goals were political in nature. There were still a lot to sort through and she almost hoped for an emergency to break into the dreariness of sifting through applicants. She smiled as a servant came in and took her lunch plate and asked if she need anything else.

"A cup of hot Kava would be nice," Lady Mia Chella replied.

"At once m'lady," the servant curtsied and left quietly.

 

[TheCentaur]

Simon

OOC: couldn't let this premise die. Switching to 1st person.

IC:
The time is almost here. Months of planning got me to this point. After that bitch got my father kicked out as governor, I wasn't sure what to do. It was supposed to be easy. After college, Father was going to groom me to be his successor. But then things changed. Some people say it was because of Father's reputation as a hardass, so they were ready for a change. She's well loved. Seems perfect, almost too perfect, but everyone has a dark side. I need to find out what it is to restore my rightful place.

I knew I had to change my appearance. I grew a beard, changed hair color, and most importantly hit the gym. (Probably good for me anyway - being raised as royalty gave me a little too much flab.)

Then it happened. She fired another assistant. This was my break - my chance to learn everything about her. I had to get that assitant's job. So I used some connections, drafted up a resume - fake of course, but I had references to back it up. Should be perfect - shows initiative but not too ambitious.

Getting into the mansion was easy. One of the guards was still loyal to us. Then a quick sweet-talking to that pretty little servant girl. A quick sob story about needing this job and some flirting was all it took to get her to let me deliver the bitch her drink.

The governess looks up, startled. Holding the tray with her drink and my resume, I smile & say, "Your Kava, ma'am"