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Diplomacy and Events / Thatcher Summons the Rokkenjiman Ambassador
« on: May 04, 2024, 05:18:22 PM »
Prime Minister's Office, Tsargrad
May 4, 2024
8:59 AM
"Ambassador Hayata to see you, ma'am," the prime minister's secretary said, poking his head through the office door.
Thatcher looked up from the email she was composing and held up a forefinger to indicate that the secretary should wait before ushering the ambassador in. The woman could stew for a bit. Thatcher went back to her email.
In all, Thatcher had the ambassador wait a solid ten minutes before she closed her email, changed tabs to Instagram, and hit the intercom button. "Show her in, please," she said.
The ambassador entered the office. "Ambassador," Thatcher said by way of greeting, a grim look affixed upon her face, "Please sit." She gestured to the chair positioned before her desk, the tone of her request suggesting command more than anything else.
Once the unfortunate diplomat was safely seated, Thatcher laid into her. "So," she said, turning the computer monitor so as to have it visible to both women, her voice quivering slightly with barely suppressed anger, "So. What the heck is going on here? This time yesterday, Tytor and Rokkenjima were collectively enjoying a budding romance, a clear symbol of the ever-strengthening ties between our two nations. And then I come into the office this morning to find this waiting for me. Care to explain why this decision was made so abruptly, and without so much as a warning to my staff? Do you have any idea how absurdly difficult things like this make my job? Do you understand just how much of a PR disaster this is? We have established channels for communicating these sorts of developments, for crying out loud! It would have taken your government all of five minutes to use them. So why, in the name of everything holy, was I not informed before this went live?"
May 4, 2024
8:59 AM
"Ambassador Hayata to see you, ma'am," the prime minister's secretary said, poking his head through the office door.
Thatcher looked up from the email she was composing and held up a forefinger to indicate that the secretary should wait before ushering the ambassador in. The woman could stew for a bit. Thatcher went back to her email.
In all, Thatcher had the ambassador wait a solid ten minutes before she closed her email, changed tabs to Instagram, and hit the intercom button. "Show her in, please," she said.
The ambassador entered the office. "Ambassador," Thatcher said by way of greeting, a grim look affixed upon her face, "Please sit." She gestured to the chair positioned before her desk, the tone of her request suggesting command more than anything else.
Once the unfortunate diplomat was safely seated, Thatcher laid into her. "So," she said, turning the computer monitor so as to have it visible to both women, her voice quivering slightly with barely suppressed anger, "So. What the heck is going on here? This time yesterday, Tytor and Rokkenjima were collectively enjoying a budding romance, a clear symbol of the ever-strengthening ties between our two nations. And then I come into the office this morning to find this waiting for me. Care to explain why this decision was made so abruptly, and without so much as a warning to my staff? Do you have any idea how absurdly difficult things like this make my job? Do you understand just how much of a PR disaster this is? We have established channels for communicating these sorts of developments, for crying out loud! It would have taken your government all of five minutes to use them. So why, in the name of everything holy, was I not informed before this went live?"