Maranya's fingertips rubbed at the bridge of her nose for the umpteenth time that day while she sorted through and reviewed the stacks of paperwork that still cluttered her cherrywood desktop.

Bozhe moi, I forgot how much paperwork there was with the Big Chair these days. This multiplies worse than Tribbles. I am sorely, sorely tempted to take a torch to all of this, and be done with it.

A soft sigh left her lips in resignation while the Director of Administration of Riverview Clinic picked up the last sheaf of hardcopy from the far right-hand stack and began to read.

Hazel eyes widened in horror behind the lenses of her tortoise shell framed reading glasses.

How did this not get approved before, much less reviewed" Riverview Clinic has always been a safe haven for those affected by the horrors of slavery. At least, while I was fully in charge it was. And it will be again.

Maranya Ergin-Falconne's lips were deeply touched by a frown while she wrote a note in clear, precise calligraphic handwriting on the Fair Labor Agreement document:

Riverview Clinic has always been a safe haven for those affected by the horrors of slavery. It will remain that way. Sincerely,

Maranya Ergin-Falconne

Director of Administration Chief of Staff Riverview Clinic

After she signed the document in a neat flourish with her black fountain pen and slipped it into a courier envelope, she addressed the envelope in that same precise calligraphic handwriting to Dib Jaster Aurene CEO, Dominion Exports. Her fingers fumbled for the intercom button, and finally found it.

When her executive assistant entered the office, she handed over the envelope. "Xenia, please make sure that this document is delivered right away. Spasibo."

Maranya leaned back in her ergonomically designed cordovan leather chair once Xenia left, and softly sighed.

"Bozhe moi. Iz-za otsutstvie gvozdja"."*

*"My God. Because of the lack of a nail...."