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Stewart Fleming had been delighted when he'd been informed about the meeting at the Ministry. Any excuse to pop home for a bit and see his daughter and his granddaughter was always welcome. It's from Level three that he arrived now, bursting with pride after being shown a little of Bambi's desk and daily work affairs. There weren't enough words in the English language to describe just how much he was proud of her, for coming all this way, for maturing so much in the last few years.
"Good morning, ev- .. Mr. Phora," ah, was he too early again? Ambassador Fleming disliked being late, for any occasion, and Ministry meetings were definitely events he wanted to be punctual for. There's nothing quite so tedious as having to wait for late arrivals before starting a meeting. He expected the same from his own team back in Croatia, as he couldn't account for the locals. Though they were, by a far cry, much more punctual than the locals during his previous country assignment.
Right. Time for tea.
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