02-15-2019, 04:54 PM
Ilesha had enjoyed talking with Liv and hopefully she'd be moving to Moscow and hopefully she could see a little more of her, she seemed like a good person and the first person other than Oriena and Claire she'd met and she was normal.
She was up early, her nerves were a mess. Her stomach felt like it was all tied up and even the thought of food made her anxious. This wasn't like a normal interview, no - this was with the most powerful government in the world and they wanted to talk about things that were only theory. And a theory she didn't know well enough.
Dressed in a navy blue business dress suit and a white blouse, Ilesha showed up outside the Kremlin and remembered looking up on the spectacle of the arches made. The sheer power it had taken to make. And now she was going inside to meet with people who knew and spoke to the man himself. She wasn't big into the whole political thing, but even the thought of seeing him struck a cord withe Ilesha. She wondered if she would feel any power radiating off of him. Surely a man so powerful had to emanate it.
It was nerve wracking walking into the Kremlin with her leather portfolio and her paper, and a few other things she'd picked up along the way that she hadn't shared in the paper. They weren't much but proof was so much easier to show than to talk about. Those little broken o-rings in her pocked would be a perfect demonstration.
It was a huge place, Ilesha stood inside wondering which way to go.
She was up early, her nerves were a mess. Her stomach felt like it was all tied up and even the thought of food made her anxious. This wasn't like a normal interview, no - this was with the most powerful government in the world and they wanted to talk about things that were only theory. And a theory she didn't know well enough.
Dressed in a navy blue business dress suit and a white blouse, Ilesha showed up outside the Kremlin and remembered looking up on the spectacle of the arches made. The sheer power it had taken to make. And now she was going inside to meet with people who knew and spoke to the man himself. She wasn't big into the whole political thing, but even the thought of seeing him struck a cord withe Ilesha. She wondered if she would feel any power radiating off of him. Surely a man so powerful had to emanate it.
It was nerve wracking walking into the Kremlin with her leather portfolio and her paper, and a few other things she'd picked up along the way that she hadn't shared in the paper. They weren't much but proof was so much easier to show than to talk about. Those little broken o-rings in her pocked would be a perfect demonstration.
It was a huge place, Ilesha stood inside wondering which way to go.