Elarys had been working for Neran's for a month now, as one of their liaisons with the newly open expansion to the Museum of Fine Arts on Imperial Center. The growing charity had been working on fundraising to support new artists. The young professional whose love for education was what drove her to do her part for the Empire, was enjoying getting to work with different aspect of cultural education and see how the arts could further the Empress's vision for her people.

She had been tasked with organizing an upcoming exhibition at the museum that would showcase the work of those selected by the Coalition for Progress, and which would have their residency paid for by Neran's.

The curator, a middle-aged man named Ekat Trosnan, had proved a bit difficult to work with; but nothing that Elarys couldn't handle. Not only were her credentials evident despite her age; but her work ethic was impeccable, even when it meant running on not enough sleep and putting in extra hours. She was set on giving her best for both Neran's and the creatives chosen by the Museum.

A cup of caf in her hand, Elarys reached for the meeting room where she was to meet Trosnan that day. They now had ten finalists but only seven would be interviewed for an availability of three residencies. So they were making progress. The issue was that the curator didn't seem to know whether he wanted traditionally inspired artworks or bolder ones. That had been very unhelpful for the selection process.

"Good morning, Miss Amarank. Good thing you're early as I asked someone to join us today. Hopefully we will finally have our selection for the interviews."

The brunette quirked a brow. As if it had been her doing that he kept waffling for the last week.

"Good morning, curator Trosnan. Who did you invite?"

Right on cue, the doors open to reveal whoever might help them move forward.