"The way I see it," Madam Solodrey's voice came out of the control desk's speakers, filling the dim office, "That mutt did you a favor. You have always been too good for him anyway."
Monica mostly ignored her mother's words while sitting behind her control desk, studying the images on the large holographic screen above it.
"You are every wealthy woman's envy, dear," Madam Solodrey continued. "Almost none of us could claim political relevance without marrying someone with a good name. You are an exception in that regard."
"Yes, Mother," Monica absent-mindedly replied, sipping from her full drink. Her mind was starting to give in to the booze like it often did during her long all-nighters, but she had reasons to remain awake that had nothing to do with work that day.
