05-16-2023, 09:41 PM
The Empress was in the mood to cause some chaos. Luckily, she had a minion for that. "Gabriel, would you be so kind as to send the signal we discussed?" Calhualyana chuckled slightly at her own pun.
“Of course, your majesty,” Fleming smirked at the tablet as he carried out his orders. Multiple media outlets would begin reporting the information right away; which would be picked up by others, and would spread across the globe at the speed of rumour. And all across the world, as well as right next door, two women would not be happy.
*
Josephine Alvarez was just sipping her morning coffee and stuffing toast in her mouth as she rushed her breakfast when the news broke. She heard it simultaneously on the television she was playing in the background, and the aide who burst through the door to warn her. She spat out some of the coffee and swore loudly; whipping out her phone to try and get on with the damage control immediately.
*
At Xomaxtli Hill, Yauhmi was having a much more leisurely lunch when the head of her guard advised her to turn on the television. She switched it on to the Huenyan National News daily broadcast. As the broadcaster spoke, a single eyebrow rose on Yauhmi's face. She swore softly to herself in Huenyan, expecting that a phone call would soon be coming from Chuaztlapoc.
*
Sandra Pavía wasn’t best pleased either when she found out from a Conservative MP she was friends with. She’d been going over her notes for a speech supporting continued intervention in Auria when he sat down next to her and silently passed her a tablet, a grimace of sympathy on his face. She read it silently, then handed it down and turned to him.
“Let me guess, there are already rumours that I was somehow the person who leaked this?”
“You know how much the left enjoys accusing you of everything bad that’s even tangentially related to Xiomera,” he replied, shaking his head sadly. “I do hope this doesn’t overshadow next week.”
“It won’t,” Pavía shook her head. “I will not allow it. This clearly wasn’t me; but I know exactly which smirking traitor it was. Alvarez ought to have done something about Gabriel Fleming a long time ago.”
*
Tiacihitli had already had his lunch and was meeting with his advisors when the news broke. Yet more swearing in Huenyan occurred. Unlike his colleague at Xomaxtli Hill, the Vice-Speaker was completely broadsided by the news. He immediately reached for his phone. "Damage control" didn't even begin to cover it. First, though, there would be a conversation with a certain individual.
*
Mariya Adema muttered to herself as she walked through the corridors of the Ministry of Loyalty complex, heading towards the cells, reading some of the articles on her phone.
“You think that is sufficient to destabilise Lauchenoiria? Hah, Gabe, I know fine well that I can do better than that. Just you wait. Just you wait…”
She entered the cell of one of the Lauchenoirians they’d caught rowing the boat for the dead would-be bomber of a Xiomeran naval ship. He’d broken weeks ago, of course; but Mariya had some new questions for him that she’d just thought of.
“Good morning,” she smiled, baring her teeth and narrowing her eyes.
*
Texōccoatl had been enjoying his own lunch with his family at Xochuaxte Palace. Emphasis on had. Now, as the news spread, he sighed softly and facepalmed. He was thankful that Huenya had a Vice-Speaker to take the brunt of the backlash to come. He knew, however, that said Vice-Speaker was about to be very angry with both his mother and himself. And he was not looking forward to yet another conversation about The Misadventures of Yauhmi.
*
The information that was broadcast across the planet at a word from Calhualyana and the push of a button from Fleming contained the full details of the attack Yauhmi had ordered on the Buttercity traffic grid following Lauchenoiria’s meddling in the Great Selection. It detailed what had happened; the lack of response from Alvarez; and the transcript of Alvarez grovelling - and the worse option that could have occurred had Alvarez not done so.
Not only would it embarrass Alvarez, making her look weak and incompetent; it would also have the secondary effect of making Yauhmi look like the tyrant that certain anti-Royal Family elements of Huenyan society wished to paint her as. Yes, Gabriel Fleming had done well: and without having to do much at all.
“Of course, your majesty,” Fleming smirked at the tablet as he carried out his orders. Multiple media outlets would begin reporting the information right away; which would be picked up by others, and would spread across the globe at the speed of rumour. And all across the world, as well as right next door, two women would not be happy.
*
Josephine Alvarez was just sipping her morning coffee and stuffing toast in her mouth as she rushed her breakfast when the news broke. She heard it simultaneously on the television she was playing in the background, and the aide who burst through the door to warn her. She spat out some of the coffee and swore loudly; whipping out her phone to try and get on with the damage control immediately.
*
At Xomaxtli Hill, Yauhmi was having a much more leisurely lunch when the head of her guard advised her to turn on the television. She switched it on to the Huenyan National News daily broadcast. As the broadcaster spoke, a single eyebrow rose on Yauhmi's face. She swore softly to herself in Huenyan, expecting that a phone call would soon be coming from Chuaztlapoc.
*
Sandra Pavía wasn’t best pleased either when she found out from a Conservative MP she was friends with. She’d been going over her notes for a speech supporting continued intervention in Auria when he sat down next to her and silently passed her a tablet, a grimace of sympathy on his face. She read it silently, then handed it down and turned to him.
“Let me guess, there are already rumours that I was somehow the person who leaked this?”
“You know how much the left enjoys accusing you of everything bad that’s even tangentially related to Xiomera,” he replied, shaking his head sadly. “I do hope this doesn’t overshadow next week.”
“It won’t,” Pavía shook her head. “I will not allow it. This clearly wasn’t me; but I know exactly which smirking traitor it was. Alvarez ought to have done something about Gabriel Fleming a long time ago.”
*
Tiacihitli had already had his lunch and was meeting with his advisors when the news broke. Yet more swearing in Huenyan occurred. Unlike his colleague at Xomaxtli Hill, the Vice-Speaker was completely broadsided by the news. He immediately reached for his phone. "Damage control" didn't even begin to cover it. First, though, there would be a conversation with a certain individual.
*
Mariya Adema muttered to herself as she walked through the corridors of the Ministry of Loyalty complex, heading towards the cells, reading some of the articles on her phone.
“You think that is sufficient to destabilise Lauchenoiria? Hah, Gabe, I know fine well that I can do better than that. Just you wait. Just you wait…”
She entered the cell of one of the Lauchenoirians they’d caught rowing the boat for the dead would-be bomber of a Xiomeran naval ship. He’d broken weeks ago, of course; but Mariya had some new questions for him that she’d just thought of.
“Good morning,” she smiled, baring her teeth and narrowing her eyes.
*
Texōccoatl had been enjoying his own lunch with his family at Xochuaxte Palace. Emphasis on had. Now, as the news spread, he sighed softly and facepalmed. He was thankful that Huenya had a Vice-Speaker to take the brunt of the backlash to come. He knew, however, that said Vice-Speaker was about to be very angry with both his mother and himself. And he was not looking forward to yet another conversation about The Misadventures of Yauhmi.
*
The information that was broadcast across the planet at a word from Calhualyana and the push of a button from Fleming contained the full details of the attack Yauhmi had ordered on the Buttercity traffic grid following Lauchenoiria’s meddling in the Great Selection. It detailed what had happened; the lack of response from Alvarez; and the transcript of Alvarez grovelling - and the worse option that could have occurred had Alvarez not done so.
Not only would it embarrass Alvarez, making her look weak and incompetent; it would also have the secondary effect of making Yauhmi look like the tyrant that certain anti-Royal Family elements of Huenyan society wished to paint her as. Yes, Gabriel Fleming had done well: and without having to do much at all.
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