6:13 p.m.
Sunday, December 3rd 1939
People's Party of Alveris Headquarters
Alveris
Melis Bolukbasi looked down at the piles of paperwork on her desk and sighed. Leaning back, she glanced around her office, taking in the crowded bookshelves and the unkempt floor. She signed again, before going back to the paperwork. Bill… bill… correspondence from the party faithful... last week’s polling samples… queries about joining the national party congress. All of it important, none of it interesting. There came a knocking on the door.
“Come in,” she yelled, figuring it would at least be a break from the tedium. Her secretary of intelligence, Samet Demirbas, stepped into the room.
“Bad news I’m afraid ma'am…”
“Samet, I’ve told you not to call me that, we’re all equal here,” Melis interrupted.
“Sorry secretary, couldn’t help it. Anyways, the election news from Ircki came in… it’s not good”
“Let me guess, those damn Conservatives won.”
“Worse, I’m afraid. They didn’t win, no one got a majority. But they got the biggest chunk, and those monsters in the Nationalist party got the next largest. All my sources, and all the speculation is telling me they’re going to form a coalition – those Conservatives seem determined to spite the Liberals, even if it means copying up to those hatemongers.”
Melis put her head in her hands and leaned on her desk, before replying; “you’re right, that is worse. Any other bad news you want to give me now?.”
“No, that’s about it for today,” he said, seeming decidedly more chipper than Melis felt he should be.
“Feel free to go then, I need some time to think about this,” she replied. He began to salute. She glared. He decided not to, and left.
Fantastic, this year just kept getting worse, Melis thought. The chuckleheads in Parliament here had locked the People’s Party out of government despite their electoral showing, but the racist scumbags over there were being practically welcomed into power. Just… great.
She rose from her desk, all hope of getting any work done draining away with the news. Stretching, she moved over to the liquor cabinet. An indulgence to be sure, but given the news she had just heard, she could forgive herself. Spinning her chair around, she sat back down and sipped at her drink while looking out the window. Ircki was probably about to find out when happened when you let fascists in her government, she was sure of it. Still, there was something to be salvaged - those Nationalists said quite a lot of things about Alveris in private and semi-private, even if no one believed it. Them being out in the open would loose their lips, and then she'd see what the corporate stooges in parliament would do. Or fail at doing, and leave the People the opening.
Sunday, December 3rd 1939
People's Party of Alveris Headquarters
Alveris
Melis Bolukbasi looked down at the piles of paperwork on her desk and sighed. Leaning back, she glanced around her office, taking in the crowded bookshelves and the unkempt floor. She signed again, before going back to the paperwork. Bill… bill… correspondence from the party faithful... last week’s polling samples… queries about joining the national party congress. All of it important, none of it interesting. There came a knocking on the door.
“Come in,” she yelled, figuring it would at least be a break from the tedium. Her secretary of intelligence, Samet Demirbas, stepped into the room.
“Bad news I’m afraid ma'am…”
“Samet, I’ve told you not to call me that, we’re all equal here,” Melis interrupted.
“Sorry secretary, couldn’t help it. Anyways, the election news from Ircki came in… it’s not good”
“Let me guess, those damn Conservatives won.”
“Worse, I’m afraid. They didn’t win, no one got a majority. But they got the biggest chunk, and those monsters in the Nationalist party got the next largest. All my sources, and all the speculation is telling me they’re going to form a coalition – those Conservatives seem determined to spite the Liberals, even if it means copying up to those hatemongers.”
Melis put her head in her hands and leaned on her desk, before replying; “you’re right, that is worse. Any other bad news you want to give me now?.”
“No, that’s about it for today,” he said, seeming decidedly more chipper than Melis felt he should be.
“Feel free to go then, I need some time to think about this,” she replied. He began to salute. She glared. He decided not to, and left.
Fantastic, this year just kept getting worse, Melis thought. The chuckleheads in Parliament here had locked the People’s Party out of government despite their electoral showing, but the racist scumbags over there were being practically welcomed into power. Just… great.
She rose from her desk, all hope of getting any work done draining away with the news. Stretching, she moved over to the liquor cabinet. An indulgence to be sure, but given the news she had just heard, she could forgive herself. Spinning her chair around, she sat back down and sipped at her drink while looking out the window. Ircki was probably about to find out when happened when you let fascists in her government, she was sure of it. Still, there was something to be salvaged - those Nationalists said quite a lot of things about Alveris in private and semi-private, even if no one believed it. Them being out in the open would loose their lips, and then she'd see what the corporate stooges in parliament would do. Or fail at doing, and leave the People the opening.