21:11 Huawanese time, somewhere above the central islands.
It was an imperative visit, the Peony thought as she tried to take a nap after reviewing her notes. The long flight from Lian to Pohjoinen on the diplomatic aircraft was something she had experienced before.
In her private suite, seated in a chair facing the window, she merely wanted to close her eyes and rest, even as the sounds of diplomats’ discussions filled the background.
As a member of the royal line, she wielded significant power within the Peonic Coalition, and as the queen mother of the four nations, she served as their head of state. Her interests extended beyond Huawan to Jäähua as well. The Coalition needed substantial investments, and Kustannuksa was one of the crucial places to provide so.
She had heard that the UPRANian delegation had arrived in Pohjoinen, but she was unsure if they were still present. This wasn’t a concern, as she was close with the Prytanis. The role of the Peony was to symbolize Huawan’s commitment to foreign investment and goodwill; her staff would handle the details.
As she was about to doze off, the phone rang. The Peony answered it from her seat where the phone was attached.
“Yes?”
“My Peony, it’s Lord Sima.”
The Peony nodded, “Send him to my suite.” She turned off the phone, expecting the door to open. Lord Sima’s entry was swift. The man in his fifties bowed to the Peony, nearly half his junior. He was the head delegate from Huawan.
“My Peony,” Lord Sima bowed.
“Yes?” the Peony asked, signaling him to sit.
“I have the reports for our agenda for your approval, along with your schedule in Kustannuksa.”
“Let me see,” said the Peony, accepting the leather binder. She looked through it.
“…The petroleum tendership agenda for Jäähua will be important, and the discussion should also focus on the investment of Huawanese beef,” she said, pausing to read and write. “We should skip the visit to the landmark and instead visit the Huawan International School… Oh, and add the agenda on fruit imports too.”
“Fruit imports, my Peony?” Lord Sima asked, jotting down notes.
“Yes,” the Peony replied. “The Prime Minister called me personally. I assume your team has the details.”
“We are not aware of it yet, no,” said Lord Sima. The Peony nodded.
“Inform Ambassador Tuohisto Xin that another agenda on fruit imports should be added,” said the Peony. “Also, make sure that the revised plans are made.”
“Yes, my Peony,” Lord Sima bowed, accepting the binder now filled with notes.
The Peony nodded once more. “Now go, let me have my nap.”
Lord Sima bowed again before leaving the room courteously. The Peony yawned and dozed off once more.