It was pretty enough so far as buildings went he supposed. In fact it had always reminded him a little of some European castle or château. But it was just as pretty looking at it on a postcard. James didn't want to be here. He didn't want to be on the huge concourse outside it. He didn't want to be walking up the steps to the entrance. And he especially didn't want to be meeting with politicians. But it had to be done. Because it was here, either with the Senate or the Assembly, that laws were made and changed. Here that the legalisation allowing for the licensing of new casinos had been set down. And it was here the banshee they assumed had been, seeing that the appropriate changes were made. So James had to be here. Yasmin on the other hand wanted to be here. She was beside herself with happiness at the chance to walk the corridors of power. She'd volunteered for the assignment even before there had been one. In fact she'd dreamed it up. And then she'd spent the morning deciding on what to wear.
