【Interlude】S01E00.5 ……
o , Sir had not only anticipated the need but had already scheduled its execution. The fht and trol were breathtaking. I barely o keep own expressioral as I watched the Miare at the schedule, his face a plex sk of having been utterly seen through.
At 13:45, the whiteboard was delivered and installed, gleang and new.
I placed it in the reserved spad looked at it, feeling as if I''''d just witnessed a niature coup.
The Minister has shut hielf in his office, scribbling sothing on the board. Sir is in his own office, processing files as if the ''s frontation never happened. I sit at desk in the Private Office, s papers, nd replaying their versation.
Who is ''''Victor''''? The Minister clearly knows soone by that na and is vi is Sir. But did Sir deny it? Or is ''''Victor'''' so alias? Had they t before? In what text? It would explain the Minister''''s shod sense of betrayal.
Sir''''s fht, frothe plat of the board to every likely rea frothe Minister, erfectly calculated. This is re than experie suggests a deep uanding of the Minister hielf. What exactly was their prior relationship? I know nothing of it, and only observe.
But Sir and the Minister clearly have a personal history, and a faliar o that, which Sir has now cordoned off in the st professional—or rather, the st bureaucratiner possible, alst with a deliberate act of severance. What does this an for the departnt''''s future? A lubrit, or a landne?
The Minister is no fool. His instincts are sharp, and his refusal to be naged is palpable. His anger when he called Sir ''''Victor'''' was real. It signals he will not easily accept being ''''subtly trolled''''.
Sir''''s and is profound. His anticipation of detail and his guidance of the se are awe-inspiring. That whiteboard, that schedule—they were a silent declaration.
A gilded cage? Watg the Miand in the ddle of his ety office, looking at that new whiteboard, and recalling Sir''''s phrase, "It provides a stage, a... focal point," the taphor is hard to ignore. I just don''''t know for whothe cage, and for whothe stage. Or perhaps they are one and the sa.
The dust has settled—for now. My fingers are finally war but head is still buzzing. Torrow I have to help the Minister prepare for that briefing. I hope this ship called the DSC, with Sir at the hel avigate these initial stor waters without hitting an iceberg. At least, with hiin charge, the ship won''''t sink. Of that, I''''fident.
I st go and check the briefing papers for torrow''''s internal eting. In this delicate opening, the slightest ht could be gnified.
At 13:45, the whiteboard was delivered and installed, gleang and new.
I placed it in the reserved spad looked at it, feeling as if I''''d just witnessed a niature coup.
The Minister has shut hielf in his office, scribbling sothing on the board. Sir is in his own office, processing files as if the ''s frontation never happened. I sit at desk in the Private Office, s papers, nd replaying their versation.
Who is ''''Victor''''? The Minister clearly knows soone by that na and is vi is Sir. But did Sir deny it? Or is ''''Victor'''' so alias? Had they t before? In what text? It would explain the Minister''''s shod sense of betrayal.
Sir''''s fht, frothe plat of the board to every likely rea frothe Minister, erfectly calculated. This is re than experie suggests a deep uanding of the Minister hielf. What exactly was their prior relationship? I know nothing of it, and only observe.
But Sir and the Minister clearly have a personal history, and a faliar o that, which Sir has now cordoned off in the st professional—or rather, the st bureaucratiner possible, alst with a deliberate act of severance. What does this an for the departnt''''s future? A lubrit, or a landne?
The Minister is no fool. His instincts are sharp, and his refusal to be naged is palpable. His anger when he called Sir ''''Victor'''' was real. It signals he will not easily accept being ''''subtly trolled''''.
Sir''''s and is profound. His anticipation of detail and his guidance of the se are awe-inspiring. That whiteboard, that schedule—they were a silent declaration.
A gilded cage? Watg the Miand in the ddle of his ety office, looking at that new whiteboard, and recalling Sir''''s phrase, "It provides a stage, a... focal point," the taphor is hard to ignore. I just don''''t know for whothe cage, and for whothe stage. Or perhaps they are one and the sa.
The dust has settled—for now. My fingers are finally war but head is still buzzing. Torrow I have to help the Minister prepare for that briefing. I hope this ship called the DSC, with Sir at the hel avigate these initial stor waters without hitting an iceberg. At least, with hiin charge, the ship won''''t sink. Of that, I''''fident.
I st go and check the briefing papers for torrow''''s internal eting. In this delicate opening, the slightest ht could be gnified.