The Galaxies Dance Floor. (Miranda)

[Max Cyn]

She turned up the volume on the radio as one of those good old songs you couldn't help but rock out a bit too came on. It was a great song that no one ever knew all the words to but you sang along with despite it all. As the opening beat hit her ears at a louder volume she started a slight head banging motion in the standing position.

She shuffled through some papers as she started to sing the words that really where not the words to the song. A foot started tapping lightly on the floor next. To anyone who would have seen it, it really was a sad sight to behold from a critic’s point of view. To a friend it just would have been hilarious as Max started to bust a move across the office floor.

Shuffles to the left in beat to the music as she popped open a filing cabinet as she did a down ward squiggle motion and bumped it with her butt. She then did a nice little full body pivot and quickly thumbed through the files until she found the one the paper belonged to then slide it into its spot. Then there was a nice strutted step to the beat to the right and a lift of one leg then a behind the back little kick to close the filing cabinet. She continued her home made dance number with occasionally blurting out the words she did know to the song louder than the rest she made up.

"Damn you'se a sexy bitch, a sexy bitch! Damn you'se a sexy bitch, damn girl!"

[Miranda Tarkin]

"Well, yes. I am." The Empress' words cut through the singing and music so derisively that Max would have to presume that the leader of the Galactic Empire was highly irritated that her secretary was making a spectacle of herself. "Though croaking it out loud for any dignitaries that might approach seems ... far from laudable."

Miranda Tarkin had been watching the blonde and quietly making her way closer, watching with keen interest the ridiculous dance that Max was performing and finding it rather humorous that she was butchering the words. As horrendous as Max appeared, certain movements did accentuate far more pleasing aspects to her body before she eventually fell into another disastrous motion, almost looking as if she was having a seizure against the cabinet.

When Max would finally turn around, it was clear that the voice of the Empress did not match the look and posture. There was a brow raised in challenge and the smallest of smirks despite the rigid professional posture, hands clasped behind her back, that Miranda maintained.

[Max Cyn]

Max nearly had a heart attack as Miranda's voice cut through the music startling her. She jumped and spun around where stood; turning beat red as she faced the empress. She quickly covered her face with one of her hands as if to hide herself. She remained speechless as she tried to catch her breath and slow her heart rate. Her mind was also racing with embarrassing thoughts and wondering what all Miranda had seen.

After a few moments she quickly began to compose herself straightening out her pant suit. Quickly reverting to rigid professional stance. Her face was still red with embarrassment that someone had seen her silly little dance. Her embarrassed facial expressions disappeared into a more professional look. She cleared her voice twice as she reached over and turned the radio off.

"My apologies Empress." She coughed one more time to clear her throat. "I..." What could say to wash away the horrid sight the Empress had just witnessed? "You are right; it was very unprofessional of me. I will keep my fantasies of being in a song and dance crew to the clubs."

She gave an innocent smile at the end of the last part meaning it to be a joke. Hopefully it would lighten the situation or alleviate some of images Miranda now had to live with. Even though the Empress didn't seem upset but it was hard to tell Miranda always seemed to keep her professional posture no matter the situation.

[Miranda Tarkin]

Seconds of embarrassment were impossible to cover up. A face the color of a run red shone brightly across the room that Miranda could practically feel it's heat radiating as if the Empress took inches away from Max. The recovery was haphazard initially, but she managed to straightened her clothing and posture and with a few quick coughs of normalcy, Max found her voice and fired back with a quick witted counter. Underneath it all, Miranda could still feel the churning scolding of her secretary for being so foolish.

"Well, unfortunately, that time come far sooner then expected, Ms. Cyn." Miranda narrowed her eyes curiously, "Or have you forgotten the Winter Gala that I'm attending with hundreds of dignitaries from all over the Empire?"

It was a yearly event that she had attended as a guest since she had come of age. The opulent festivities would have gallons of champagne flowing, the finest imported delicacies across the territories held by the Galactic Regime, and there would most importantly - dancing. It was not a requirement, but it was expected as the string and wind instruments created the most fantastical night of music to accompanying the couples on the floor.

[Max Cyn]

Max gave Miranda a confused look, she knew about the Winter Gala but she wasn't aware that she was to be attendance. It was an event for high society, Max wasn't aware that the Empress' personal secretary was classified in that category. She could handle meeting with dignitaries and mass media chaos but an event of this caliber she wasn't so sure of herself. Maybe Miranda only made a point of it to make sure everything was in order for Empress' attendance.

"Your choice of dresses for the event should arrive this afternoon with the last minute altercations you asked for." She moved to her desk to grab some note cards. "After I was done filing I was going to bring these too you from your speech writers."

She handed the cards to Miranda while grabbing her datapad off her desk. She quickly went to the file containing the all the information she for the Winter Gala. She looked over all the information quickly making sure she had not missed anything in preparing for Empress' arrival at the event.

"The temp that was here while I was away on personal business sent your RSVP. As for the note cards they are list of appropriate toasts if you are asked to make one as well some high points to hit should they ask you to make a speech. However we have requested of the hosts of the event to try and not force you into an impromptu speech. Since they did not request one in the appropriate time frame but just in case we made you the note cards." She paused and took a breath. “Any questions?”

[Miranda Tarkin]

Cyn absence had been noted and not having asked the details of what personal business that she had to attend to, Miranda did not wish for a temporary assistant again. Everything was far more organized and done earlier then expected since the blonde had returned not that long ago.

Idling ruffling through the notes, Miranda was more focused on the woman before her. "And what are you going to wear?" she cut in as Max was regaining her breath and noticed a look of panic clearly written all over her assistant's face. Obviously, she hadn't planned on going. "You are going. Assistants to dignitaries are welcomed, if not encouraged. And you are new to my staff. Perfect place for introductions besides an impersonal blurb in the news."

[Max Cyn]

She stopped looking over the checklist on her data pad. She looked up at Miranda with a Mynock in the headlights look. Many of the dignitaries where in fact bring some of their personal staff but Max had figured that meant the Empress' personal guard not her. Fracking hell how could she have been so stupid to skip over that possibility.

"What is acceptable attire for a member of staff for this event?"

It wasn't like there was brochure on what was and not acceptable. All that Max new was okay for staff thus far was the personal guard’s armor, the silk pant suit or silk robes for the Kuat man servants. She could take a reasonable guess at what various other cultures would have their staff wear. Yet what was acceptable for Coruscant staff member or servant could be just about anything in the cultural melting pot that the city planet was.