10-26-2017, 07:52 PM
Accustomed to the habits of academia, Danika was taken by surprise when the Consul joined her on the same side of the desk. Her posture was formal: ankles crossed and hands folded across her lap. A semi-permanent smile was plastered across her face. She'd been critized by her peers for being too girly, that the facade would hold her back from long-term success. Females were expected to be as unfemale as possible in academia. But Danika was never one to really care what others thought. To her, if the quality of her science and her ability to discuss it didn't stand for itself, then she wasn't worth promotion anyway. Consul DuBois put her at ease. Her smile came easy, especially when inquired about her own work.
"You've described it perfectly, Consul. In fact, I could have thought I was speaking with a colleague at a conference. Have you done this kind of research before? I'd love to hear about it."
"You've described it perfectly, Consul. In fact, I could have thought I was speaking with a colleague at a conference. Have you done this kind of research before? I'd love to hear about it."