*At the entry of the shop, you could see a real, nice pretty woman without any uniform but only a tailored suit, a drak coat with a distinct insigna on it. She has Class. Not a normal young woman, but really a beautiful and particular person from the female gender. A bit more lisptick, she arranges her hair, she breathes (and her breast moves under her shirt) and she grabs her bag and her padd.
Brenda Jackson, she is. And she is Reporter at the Corporation News Network. What is she currently doing on this StarFleet Base, even so when the Corporation Members has deserted the Negociation Meeting? She's only doing her job. She's Reporter.
And she sighs, while she enters the Shop.*
///I hope this f$#*!ing indicator was right. Giving 100 Gold for more informations about this shop and his Director was a bit annoying. I hope this worths one article for the money it costs!///
*Then, she suddendly have a look at the insides of the Shop. And blinks.*
///Well, maybe it worths it, after all.///
*And, with her usual charming and desarming smile, she moves sensually in direction of the .... particular man busy with ... swords, it seemed.*
"Hello, everybody? How's life?"

"Okay, okayyyy. Apology accepted. Hihihihi! ///I like this old-man appearance. But maybe he is THAT old? Maybe he is what I was looking for?/// Okay, Mr Enoch. Let's go with our business. I have watched your selling action with this *tries to comment buts fails* guy, and I can say I liked it."
*She thinks deeply for a moment. Then....*
"I want to build an Atricle for the Corporation News Network about you and your how-to-say personal capacities... I have been warned that you could be more than a 'celtic things' retailer, if you see what I mean? May you give more informations about this suject?"
*An other hesitation... Then...*
"I have also a personal problem. Since I have been in the Corporation, I did not find someone who could fit my life, if you see what I mean, in this case... Everyone was always 'busy'. I mean, there are no problems with my sisters and men, and when I say : sisters, I mean the other women. But, it was as if I might stay single for the rest of my life... And, more of that, I have sometimes some kind of... premonitions. You have a ring or something that way to destroy this..... malediction?"
*Brenda has lost her usual charming smile. And she does not know how to keep calm, since the moment she has told everything to this marvellous venerable man. She looks at Mr Enoch as if she was imploring.*

*Brenda is about to ask Mr Enoch something when she notices a guy in the shop.*
///Well, his kind of costume is odd. And what about his hair! He could be sooo, sooo cute if he could change that. *sighs* Guys, guys, guys, they don't know when to stop. Pff! This costume....///
"Mr Enoch, I have been told that you should be able to give me some informations about 'how-to-say' your activities on this Station. And more about your personality... I'm reporter and I want to build an article on this particulare subject. *show the Store and everything.* And, in the same time, ask you something personal, also."
*And she puts her padd on the counter, smiles to Mr Enoch and... waits.*

*Brenda is disappointed. What the #### is that? She had entered first and now this bloody guy is being served before her. Sighing and groaning, she sits on this.... hard bank ///It's not a chair!/// and take her padd to note some comments.*
///After all, I'm also her to make an article. Let's see how this guy is doing his job.///

"Well, I'm not supposed to ask you to build a charm for me to attract attention of the guys around me, but to find a way to ease a bit my life, you know? *Brenda laughs a bit.* All I want is to know WHY guys are avoiding me as if I caught the Pest when I was young. You don't have any Oracle, in here? *Becoming serious.* My premonitions? Well, I got many, since the day I grew 13, and it never, never stopped. I don't mean I have premonitions all day long or every day, nononono! Not at all, there are some boolean period, if you see what I mean? Well, my current premonition concerns one Corp Guy, in our Fleet. I don't know if you know him, but this guy is Corsair Captain of the DujYay CorpShip Revanche. I can't help myself of thinking that he has links between KeyHole and Avalon and with this *disgusting grin* awful Nebula. And I don't know WHY. *sighing* I was visiting Ten Forward, in here, and chatting to gain informations about the Avalon Station and Fleet, when a *thinking deeply* Lieutenant told me about you. And *raising her hands and smiling* here I am. You can do something for me? Please?"

///And this guy wants to flirt... Oh Frigga! Tsx-tsx-tsx!///
*Notes on her padd how Mr Enoch negociates.*
///Finally, this guy is a pidgeon. Never seen that this venerable old man has provoqued a new gain procedure. Ahahahah! I like Mr Enoch. Smart guy!///

AHHHHHHHHHHHH!
AHHHHHHHHHHHH!
AN other pic of Sarita!
*GRAB!*
For me!
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