Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20190918134951/@comment-5543592-20190918143448

"Gvel?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you listening?"

"Mhm."

"What do you think are the next steps we need to take for the audit?"

"The Ministry of Taxation can't act unless you've actually done anything illegal." Gvel said, resting his eyes. "They'll request the relevant documents, mainly pertaining to employment, and then--oh!"  The masseuse laid into a knot in his shoulder, easing out tension that had been building for weeks.

"What?" Lord Yeril voice became panicked over the line. "What is it?"

Gvel breathed out, the picture of relaxation. "Nothing.  I'm on my way to a meeting and wasn't watching where I was stepping."

"Oh. Alright."

"They're request the files pretaining to employment, as well as your revenue.  An audit doesn't mean they suspect you of wrongdoing, and more often than not it's proceedural rather than investigative.  This is isn't my area of expertise, however, so I'm to refer you to Serjo Ouada.  He deals with cases such as these on a regular basis."

"Okay, okay."

"Do you have a pen?  I have some information for you to take down"

Gvel listed off how Yeril could get into contact with Ouada, as the masseuse moved her hands further down Gvel's arms. The power of a good massuage was so often underestimated.

"Do you have all that?" Gvel asked, barely listening.

"Yes, yes, I do.  Thank you, Gvel, I don't know what I would've done without you."

"No problem, Yeril.  Talk to you later."

Gvel tapped his ear, ending the call. "Guido!" He shouted over his shoulder. Out from behind the blinds seperating Gvel's private booth from the rest of the parlor, the little robot flew over like a bullet, eager to serve.

"Yes, Master?  How may assist?"

"Send Yeril my bill, pay the wonderful lady." Gvel said, stretching as he started to get up. Guido became made a pleasant humming sound as it set to work. The masseuese retracted her hands and Gvel stood up to his full height to give her a grateful nod. His gray hair had been pulled back behind his ears and it fell across his face in long strands. "You never disappoint, muthsera."

The Dunmeri woman blussed and bowed her head. "Thank you, Lord Sadras."

"I will return at my usual time, next week.  Until then." He paced around the blinds, footsteps balanced and unconcerned. Gvel was always direct in his movement, confident. How a man carried himself let others know the sort he was. He snagged his jacket as he exited the parlor, door chiming, and slipped into it, zippering it closed at the front. Straps automatically locked across it, giving the impression it was a kind of vest. Gvel had always liked the bizarre style of the outfit.

Mournhold expanded before him--all towers and earthworks, fine-grade nets suspended from buildings to catch ash. Vehicles screamed by at a hundred miles per hour, engines alight. Here at the city floor, it looked like it extended upwards into infinity.

"Summon my ride, Guido."

Guido chimed, doing so, and then flew around to Gvel's shoulder, just in the corner of his vision.

"You have three more appointments today, Master."

"Hit me with them."

"A meeting with Great Lord Salothan at three--he was very peculiar about what entrance you should use."

"Of course."

"At five, you have been invited to attend the grand opening of the new port in Balmora."

Gvel imagined standing uselessly in place for an hour or two, a false smile plastered on his face. "Cancel that."

"Yes, Master.  And at seven you have dinner with a representative from the High Rock based Red Lion Corporation to discuss a contract."

"Excellent."

Gvel's vehicle pulled up before him, engine purring. It was a sleek, bullet-like vehicle, the color of polished silver. A door slid open and Gvel stepped into it, settling into the comfortable seat. Guido hovered in after him, and the door sealed shut.

"Off we go then." Gvel said, gesturing for Guido to give the vehicle orders. Guido chimed, and the car shot off like the bullet it was.