Irate at the lack of progress on his agendas, Olyver confronts Quinn. Olyver demands traction on either the ships or the draft on the laws for the new Federation. Will Quinn buckle to Olyver’s whims…
Throwing the door open Olyver stalked towards Quinn’s desk. “Where is Caitlin?” Olyver growled as he slammed his hands down upon the desk, emphasizing his displeasure.
Ignoring the outburst, Quinn flipped through more of the papers in front of him. Without looking away from his work, he asked, “Does it matter, Olyver?”
Pulling a document from his coat, Olyver snarled, “We have to make progress on the draft or the ships.” Slapping the papers out of Quinn’s hands, he threw the document into the man’s chest, growling, “We’ve had this document for a month, and we haven’t ratified it.”
Lifting the draft, Quinn countered, “What makes you think the draft will be ratified?”
“We have to ratify the draft!” Olyver screamed.
“No, we don’t,” Quinn said, gathering the scattered papers around his desk. When he grabbed the last of the documents, he placed it on top of his skewed stack. Folding his hands together, Quinn glared up at Olyver and finished, “What we need to do is take that charter and perfect it.”
“And we cannot do that without Caitlin,” Olyver groused through a sneer.
Rising Quinn folded his arms behind his back and circled his desk to stand in front of the irate triumvir. Ignoring Olyver’s reddening face, Quinn asked, “Why are you in such a rush, Olyver?”
“Impatient,” Olyver stammered. “Why are you two sandbagging this?”
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