Servelan contemplates her self-promotion.
No pips. No parties. No drinks. No crowds of well wishers.
She may have achieved her longest held ambition, but this was hardly
the way she had envisioned celebrating her rise to Presidency.
If it was true, that it really was lonely at the top, then Servelan was
now sure she was the most powerful person in the Federation.
finis.
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