He had been the system governor of DP Draconis for nearly twenty years before becoming its sole authority. No longer did he have to heed the wishes of Moscow or anyone else, only his own needs. Pavel surveyed his opulent bedroom and all it contained. Silver platers of half-eaten delicacies covered the tables. Expensive liquors were also scattered about, with several of them having been spilt in the previous night’s raucous activities. Speaking of which. Pavel thought with a smile. He turned his gaze to the two women in his bed. One was raven-haired, a lithe form that was quite pale, and quite young. Young enough to be his daughter perhaps, but not his granddaughter. The second was older, but not much. She had an unruly shock of shorter red hair and a beach-tanned form to match. He had chosen them from all of the women and girls brought before him by those who would curry his favor. He couldn’t disagree with their tactics. He employed the same types of coercion on those he manipulated to maintain power for a simple reason, it worked.
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