>tfw no one unpacks what you packed into the meeting with the Minister of the Interior
Fine. I'll do it myself.
Minister of the Interior Lilianne Cecille, however, is not pleased to see you - but it is in that subtle noble way, the flash in the eyes before the rest of the face is smiles and the body language is welcoming you into a room where she sets her desk above a human of normal height sitting in a chair, let alone you.
The Minister of the Interior likes to feel important, installing a desk specifically made to make her look taller and look down on the people in the room.
"Ah, Agueda, I'm glad you could answer my request," she says. "Please, make yourself feel welcome."
"You answer to
me, and I'm not going to welcome you."
"I will gladly do so," you say, tilting your head just a few degrees. "How could I refuse a request of a fellow agent of the Crown asking so politely?"
"Of course not, I answer to the King, you rude prick."
"Naturally," she said, "it's only right to treat you with the respect you're due."
"You aren't owed any respect."
"Of course, then, surely you would not mind if I treat you with the same courtesy?"
"Then fuck you too."
"I suppose it is customary to offer civil guests tea," she says, breezily changing the discussion. The scent hits your nostrils, and you control the urge to instinctively flinch back from the obnoxiously pungent scent. "I happen to have a lovely supplier of lemon chamomile tea," she says, worded so carefully had you not known better you would have thought it was unintentional.
"If you don't drink this bullshit that I have intentionally picked, you don't count as civilized."
"Of course," you amicably say. "I would be more than happy to sample your hospitality."
"Your hospitality is shit and I don't want to spend any more time than I need with you."
She smirks, and she thinks she has her victory.
"No, no, I insist," she emphasizes, pouring out one cup for you and one cup for her.
"Very well," you say. Before you can regret it, in one motion you pick up the cup, swill it, and choke the drink down your throat before the smell and the pungency can violently react with your sense of smell and taste. "It was delicious," you baldly lie.
"Hah! Eat it."
"Your insults and slights can't hurt me, bitch."
"Truly?" she said, believing you in pain. You were, but you weren't going to let her win. "I suppose this must be one of the exceptional qualities I have heard you possessed."
"Oh, so you're just a weirdo."
"I would welcome the opportunity to give you some personal demonstrations, if you would prefer, " you mirthlessly rejoinder.
"I'm going to fuck you up if you keep talking shit."
"Very funny," she coldly says, "but I must firmly decline the attempt on my honor. In the interests of the business which I called you here for, I need someone with a great deal of discretion and the ability to go unnoticed at this reception."
"I'm going to pretend like I didn't hear that."
"This reception is a large event, with dignitaries all over the kingdom coming to pay respects. Crucially, there are foreign dignitaries here as well. I want you to watch over them, to listen in on their conversations, and report back to me. I expect that you understand the precarious position your...people are in, and will perform your duties accordingly," she dismissively said. "Are we clear, Agueda?"
"You will answer to me because I'm implicitly threatening your family."
"I will perform my duty to the Crown as requested," you coldly retort.
"Fuck you I answer to the King, not you."
"Very well, then. I won't hold you from your...proclivities any longer."
"You're gross and a pervert and probably uncivilized. Leave."
You bow, and slowly leave the room.
"I'm gonna take my sweet ass time doing it."
Of course, death of the author is a thing, and perhaps I have missed something - or intentionally excluded it from this conversational break down... >:3