She could only see one word in her head: run.

What she was running from, she didn't know. She could make out the thin, black outlines of dead trees around her, and the crunching of the dried leaves beneath her feet. A forest, yes. She was in a forest. Black and a dark blue covered this forest, making clear vision next to impossible. It was nighttime in a creepy, dead forest, and she was running from something. How cliché.

She didn't glance back at what she was running from. There was something inside of her, something primal and instinctive that was forcing her legs to keep moving and her eyes focused in front of her. She scratched the hair away from her eyes, letting it flow out behind her as she ran. Her own figured was black against the forest backdrop, but it was the only thing moving against the stillness.

Then she felt the sudden pang of fear overtake her. Her heart jolted when the dreaded feeling was realized. Her legs faltered, nearly sending her tumbling to the leaves and branches below. She listened for her pursuer behind her, but the sound of her quick but heavy footsteps pounding the ground filled her ears. The uncertainty over what was chasing her only added to her fear, and she pushed herself harder. She needed to get away. Whatever was behind her was dangerous. Her breaths were shortening, but she fought through the burning in her lungs. She could not let whatever was hunting her claim her.

A large fallen log suddenly appeared in front of her, and she leaped over it. However, her foot caught on a small twig that had been sticking out from it, and she felt her weight shift forward as she fell to the ground. She had not anticipated that the ground would drop off steeply behind the log, so she fell on her side harshly, forcing the wind out of her and she groaned in pain. Her mind screamed at her to move. Whatever was behind her was still there, no doubt closing in on her with every passing second. Her arms and legs were too tired to even try to move. The highs of the adrenaline had crashed with her, and now exhaustion would take over.

No, it won't.

She could not allow herself to lose. She wanted to give herself the best chance. Lying on the forest floor, waiting to be captured or killed was the easy thing to do, but this girl knew what she needed to do. She grit her teeth as she rolled off of her side and got back on her feet, stumbling as she started back up again. One foot in front of the other. However, she was staggering. Her stride was choppy and she could barely hold herself up. Her legs were far too tired to keep going, and they threatened to give out under her. She dropped to one knee. Her mind was still telling her to go, and she wanted to. She wanted nothing more than to race through the trees, flying over logs and avoiding branches. Her body would not let her, and she felt herself hit the ground again. The forest went silent as she flopped down onto her stomach, arms sprawled.

It was then when she heard the first sign of her pursuer. It dropped down with a loud thud onto the ground, and she guessed that it had just reached the log. She closed her eyes, expecting it to do something as it neared. She had given up. Her body couldn't carry her any further, and now she had to pay the price. Her fate had yet to be decided, but she could only hope that it would be quick. Footsteps walked slowly over to her, accompanied by a faint hum. She felt a twinge of familiarity as it neared. She had heard this humming noise before, but where?

A red light encompassed her, and she could see the faint colour through her eyelids getting brighter and brighter. She could see the light before she felt the heat. Her mind processed it right then. It was a lightsaber, and it was crackling.

"And in the end, running from me got you nowhere," the voice said, making her jump against the leaves. The fear was back again. The voice was modulated to a point where it hardly sounded human. The voice that only belonged to one man in the galaxy, if a man could even be used to describe it. Black and silver, towering and intimidating. Dark sider. Dark enforcer. Jedi Killer. He had many names, but she only knew one.

Kylo Ren.

The relentless pounding on the door was what woke her up. She shot up, terrified before she realized that she was safe.

"Tamara!" her father's voice boomed from behind.

"Yes, father, I'm up!" she called back, quickly throwing her blankets off of her and shining her legs over the bed. On most days, she didn't want to leave the warm solace that was her bed, but it was different today. The nightmare was familiar, but it scared her every time.

"Get ready quickly, or we'll be late," her father yelled from behind the door.

"Yes, father," she said, rubbing her eyes and pushing her raven black hair away from her face. "I'll be out in a moment."

Tamara stood from her bed, the white lace nightgown that she normally wore to bed dropping down around her knees. She pulled the blackout shades away from the window and looked out over the cityscape. Coruscant was already bustling with life, as it usually was. Airspeeders and transporters flew through the many levels of skylanes, weaving in and out of the massive skyscrapers that the planet was known for. Galactic City never slept. Activity never ceased. Something was always happening. To have a space to call your own was a gift. Tamara would sometimes consider herself lucky for being able to live in the upper levels, but other times she would wish for the excitement of the lower levels. The day had come for a type of excitement that she had not yet experienced in her twenty-six years.

Her life had been privileged from the day she was born. Her family was one of the few Imperial sympathizers that had not been stripped of their titles and wealth. It would have been easy for Tamara to enjoy a life of leisure in an arranged marriage with another Coruscanti family, but she didn't. Sitting back while the galaxy was still in turmoil in the near thirty years since the Empire had fallen was not something she took interest in. She wanted to be active in the political scene. She had worked her way to two university degrees, one in sociology and another in economics. It was her accomplishments that had gotten her noticed by the newest incarnation of the Empire.

She stepped back from her window, allowing more light into her chambers. Her large bed was now covered in the warm orange-yellow light from the sun, and she glanced as the ruffled blankets. The servants would make her bed for her, as they did every day, but she still needed to come down off of her nightmare. She let her hand rest against the soft sheets, and begun to smooth them out. The servants would end p redoing it, but she didn't care. Her fingers itched to do something. Even though her father waited for her, she would push her luck.

It's just a meeting. That was what she kept telling herself. A meeting with the First Order. Her nerves would've been on edge even without the nightmare. It was the fifth time now that she had witnessed it, and every time it ended in the same way. The most feared man in the galaxy would be pursuing her, and every time she became complacent, he would strike.

Kylo Ren.

The name instilled fear in anyone. Just ehe sound of it made her shrink back. She did not want to have to meet with him, but her father had told her exactly what to expect. There were three of them coming to the meeting today, and Ren would definitely be one of them.

"Tamara!" her father's voice made her head snap up and she stared at the door, hoping that he didn't come in.

"I'll be down shortly, father," she said. "I'm just getting dressed."

"Five minutes," he said. "We cannot be late for this."

"I understand, father," she replied, and quickly slipped away into the refresher.

In five minutes, Tamara was descending the stairs down from her room into the common area, where her father stood, pacing and running her hands through his greying black hair. He hadn't yet noticed her, but she would hear him muttering to her mother.

"Everett, you're thinking too much," Louisa said, her voice smooth but quiet. Being firm was not something that Tamra's mother knew. "You are one of the main reasons they exist. It is in their best interest, and ours for that matter, if they do us a favour."

"That's not what I'm worried about," Everett said, and glanced up when he heard the faint clacking of heels on the white staircase. He smiled up at his daughter, his detour changing instantly.

"You look wonderful," he commented, and Tamara gave him a small smile and a nod in thanks. Louisa stood from her spot on the couch and began to straighten up Tamara's hair.

"Mother, I'm sure I look fine," Tamara said. Louisa constantly bustled over her daughter, and it was not something that she intended to break.

"I know," Louisa said. "Fine is not good enough with the First Order. The General, the Commander, and the Captain will be paying attention to the details. You need to look perfect."

Tamara pushed her neatly-curled black hair over her shoulder again while her mother straightened out the red and black dress that Tamara had picked out from her closet. It showed off her figure nicely but was still tasteful. She wanted to remain professional and distance herself from the flowing lace dresses that Louisa had packed her closet full of. The dress reached down past her knees and held its shape well. She knew the colours of the First Order and wanted to represent them, especially since it was in her best interest to present herself in a way that gained the favour of the three that she would be meeting.

It had taken eight years of education for Tamara to have a decent chance at working for the First Order. She never thought of herself as a solider, so anything to do with the military would be difficult for her to understand. However, her father was a major financial backer of the faction, and it had earned him respect in the ranks, even if he was not fully immersed in the environment. She had always wanted to work for the First Order. Being raised in a household that looked down upon the New Republic had made her sympathize with order. Even though it was a military regime, She was confident that she had the knowledge that would bring others to look at the Order in a positive light. Her understanding of the Empire and the Order was rich, and her practical knowledge of sociology and economics could help them target the best planets and groups to bring into their regime.

"Good luck, my dear," Louisa said, stepping back from her daughter, and Tamara nodded toward her before following her father to the door.

Armitage Hux stood on the polished white steps outside of the meeting hall. He could see across the courtyard, where two massive doors were firmly shut. The residence of Everett Vess lay on the other side of those doors, the general knew. The family had been privileged for a long time, as owning an entire level of a Coruscant skyscraper was not something handed out to just anyone. It would only be a matter of time before of the the First Order's most vital figures would emerge though those doors. He had been waiting to meet the daughter for some time now. Everett talked highly of her in the many meetings he had sat in with the general. It was now time to make a decision on her. He knew little of her, but it only added to his intrigue. He straightened out his First Order cap and tugged lightly on the lapels of his black greatcoat, ensuring that they were pristine. His icy blue eyes settled on the massive doors yet again, but were distracted when a certain figure clad in black shifted next to him.

Two more had joined him on the mission to Coruscant. While it was perfectly normal to bring along one other high-ranking official, bringing two was almost unheard of. However, a prestigious position in the First Order ranks was on the line, and that meant bringing along Captain Phasma, and unfortunately, Kylo Ren.

The dark enforcer was anything but contempt wit his current situation, and it was starting to irritate the general. However, he knew that he must remain placid and professional should Everett and his daughter walk out into the courtyard. The dark enforcer clicked his heels together, once, twice, three times, then settled back down. His masked face was as expressionless and devoid as always, but under the mask, Hux knew that the dark sider was expressive. Seeing Ren without his mask was rare, but Hux knew exactly how Snoke's apprentice presented himself, or at least, how he attempted to present himself. Reckless, emotional, and unstable. Hux had other names for Ren too, but elected to keep those to himself. Unlike most in the First Order ranks, Hux was not afraid of Ren. They weren't friends. They hardly even held respect for one another. Hux was aware of Ren's abilities as every other officer, stormtrooper, and official in the First Order. He had witnessed Ren's destructive tendencies firsthand and had watched as the Force user brought stormtroopers and officers to the brink of death. Many times, Hux had voiced his concerns Snoke only to be met with the same lines. "He is a force for us." "He instills fear into others and will force the galaxy into submission." However, the costs would only rise, both in credits and in life, and there was nothing Hux could do but be obedient to Snoke and simply tolerate Ren's behaviour.

The doors swung open, and Hux stood straight, clasping his hands behind his back. His tiled his chin up – something that his father had taught him long ago. He eyed the black space that had opened between the doors, and out walked two figures. Everett looked the same as he always did. Greying hair, grey eyes, clean-shaven, and dressed sharply in grey pants and tunic with a short black cloak surrounding him. His walk was purposeful, and Hux had always admired the confidence with which Everett carried himself. He never looked afraid, not even when he came face to face with Kylo Ren for the first time, something that many people would balk at. Opinionated, but professional. Everett Vess encompassed everything that the Empire had once been.

Tamara Vess, on the other hand, was different from her father. Hux could tell that she was nervous. She didn't walk with the confidence that Everett did. Her eyes were darting around the courtyard, trying not to make eye contact with him or look into the masks of the two figures that stood to his right. However, she had a quiet confidence about her, and she walked with purpose. She was dressed professionally, just as her father was, and he regarded her carefully as she approached the steps. Everett climbed up in front of her, smiling warmly.

"Armitage," he greeted, and the general returned the smile. Few people could disregard his title, one that he had worked tirelessly to achieve. Everett Vess was one of those people.

"It's very nice to see you again, Everett," the general responded as he shook hands with the other man. "Your last donation was put to good use fortifying one of our battlecruisers, and I am very grateful."

"It was my pleasure," Everett responded. "The galaxy has been in turmoil for far too long."

"Agreed," Hux said, and glanced behind Everett at Tamara, who was standing small, but not cowering. She was simply waiting to be acknowledged. Everett stepped off to the side, and Tamara raised her head, ready to be addressed.

"You must be the daughter I've heard so much about," Hux greeted, and Tamara smiled up at him, extending her hand out to him.

"It's an honour to meet you, General," she said. "I've hear great things about you as well, bringing order back to the galaxy."

Hux took her hand and bowed in front of her, the motion catching her slightly off guard. Never could she thought that the general of the First Order would be such a gentleman to her, yet there was a part of her that wasn't surprised. Her father had always told her about how honourable the general was, having known the elder Hux, Brendol, from the days of the Empire. She regained herself before he straightened back up again.

"The honour is mine, Miss Vess," he responded, letting her hand drop and glancing over at the two others. To his relief, Phasma was now standing closest to him. The chrome-plated stormtrooper captain was observing quietly through her helmet, but Hux could feel that she was not nearly as tense as Ren was. She was always a calming presence, even though she was ruthless. It was what had earned her the coveted title she now sported.

Tamara turned to face the captain and bowed her head slightly. "Captain," she addressed, and Phasma returned the nod.

"Miss Vess, it is a privilege to finally meet you," the captain said. Tamara let herself smile again.

"As I can say to you as well," she responded. The captain stepped back up on the stairs as the final figure made himself known, and Tamara felt her breath catch in her throat. Hux watched carefully, giving Ren a warning glare. While the dark sider did not have his head turned toward the general, Hux knew that the black figure could see his piercing stare.

"Kylo Ren," he said, his deep, modulated voice slightly cracking. Tamara tried her best to suppress the fear rising in her, as standing face to face with the man that starred in her nightmares was not a calming experience.

"An honour to meet you as well, Commander," she said, her words lightly rushed. Ren tiled his head slightly to the side as her regarded her. She swallowed, trying not to squirm under his empty stare. The obsidian mask remained expressionless and black, but she could still feel his eyes on her, if he had any at all. He looked human, but she didn't know what was truly under all those layers of black. She didn't know if anyone did.

Finally, Hux began to walk up the steps, and Ren turned on his heel, following the others. Everett was engaged in conversation with the general, while Phasma and Ren walked in silence to the open doors of the meeting hall. Tamara glanced down at her feet before she let out a breath that she had no idea she had been holding in. Her eyes then narrowed agains as she walked up the stairs, the waves of adrenaline rolling off of her. Phasma and Hux were easy enough to deal with, but having to spend hours with Ren was going to scare her. She knew that she would be in for a long day.

The meeting hall was just as grand as she remembered it from her youth. Her father had always been in meetings, and the place outside of the meeting hall was familiar to her. In the few times Everett had let her cross the courtyard, she had been allowed to wander the building. She had made note of every small crack in the cream-coloured walls. She remembered running her small hands along the duracrete surface, feeling the skin tingling slightly as she pressed harder against the rough texture. However, what lay behind those blast doors were a mystery to her. Never had she gone inside, and as their small party neared them, her mind wandered. She had always imagined it as a room with a massive table. There would be servants there to bring along refreshments should they be required. A hologram would be stationed in the middle, displaying information of all sorts. As a child, she had imagined watching the holonet on it, and sitting at the head of the massive table. Her childhood dream of feeling like royalty still lived on in a part of her.

Everett opened the blast doors, and the three First Order officials walked inside first. She felt his eyes on her, obviously disapproving of her display outside. She avoided his stare, and drew in a breath, giving her a more confident appearance.

The room was different than what she had expected. The table was a perfect circle, made of blue reflective glass. The wall opposite of the entrance was covered in windows overlooking Coruscant's magnificent architecture. A balcony jutted out from the side, and at that moment, she wanted to run to it. She wanted more than a simple table between the dark enforcer that occasionally greeted her in her nightmares. She glanced back at the table. She was right about one thing – the hologram. A projection of Coruscant rotated slowly, outlined in teal lines. She had seen this holo before. It was popular in many households around the planet. Thin lines etched out the various features of the planet, which were mostly just buildings. Tamara had never known anything other than a vast cityscape. She had only seen natural grass and bodies of water for the first time when she was twenty-two and studying at the Corulag University of Economics. The cityscape had taken a beating after the Galactic Civil War, but she found beauty in its natural world. If she had wanted to remain in a planet that was essentially a city, she would've stayed on Coruscant.

The table only had five seats surrounding it, and Tamara quickly took the one closest to her father. The captain sat to her right, but Phasma did not scare Tamara. Phasma was respected, but she wasn't terrifying. She was calm. Ren was the exact opposite. He sat facing Tamara, at opposite ends of the circular table. She tried to avoid looking into the back void that was his helmet, but it seemed to draw her in, somehow. He brushed his hood back from the top of his helmet, letting it fall against his back. She looked over at her father.

"What can I do for you today, general?" he asked. It was then when Tamara was reminded that this was simply a routine meeting. Everett met with the general once a month. Just because the other two leaders were along didn't mean that it was purely an attempt at landing a job. She relaxed slightly.

"Other than the usual, there have been – complications, it would seem," Hux began. "As our name grows, so are the riots, as I'm sure you've seen at the university."

Everett nodded. "None of them have any appreciation for what it is the Order stands for," he commented.

"Dispatching riot troopers would deplete our numbers," Hux continued. "Obviously, the option exists to send in a team to 'break up' these ridiculous demonstrations, but you know as well as I that such an act would cost credits. So I present you this – how do we gain the loyalty of those who are convinced that the New Republic is their saviour?"

Tamara wanted to speak up, but she had to watch what she said. She was not about to make a fool of herself in front of the First Order leadership.

"The New Republic lies to us all," Everett said. "Have the senators you've targeted remaining loyal to the cause?"

"Yes," Hux responded.

"Then use that as a tool," Tamara said speaking up. Hux turned toward her, and she backed down a bit, knowing that the sudden outburst was not appreciated. However, she was not going to stop. "The galaxy cannot handle another war. It nearly destroyed us thirty years ago. Play on that fear. The demonstrations across the galaxy are not large in number. Using the senators to reassure people and to but the protestors in a negative light would sway public opinion. Make the protesters the 'bad guys', as it were."

Hux leaned back in his chair, thinking. Everett felt a swell of pride at his daughter's control and knowledge.

"It's possible," Hux said. "Convincing the senators would take a handful of credits, however."

"You can rely on me for the financial aspects, general," Everett said.

Hux looked at Phasma. "Your thoughts, captain?" he asked.

"I would prefer if my troops were not occupied with riot control more than they already are," Phasma said. "Miss Vess' suggestion is sound. It would need to happen rather quickly."

"Time is not what matters when it comes to swaying public opinion," Tamara said. "It's repetition. Say something enough, and citizens will believe it to be true."

It was then when Kylo Ren decided to speak. "I too will need access to the stormtrooper core," he said. "As Captain Phasma mentioned before, involving the troops in controlling riots is not in our best interest."

Tamra couldn't help but smile. She had never expected praise of this level.

"Then I believe we have our answer," Hux said.

The meeting continued on for hours. Most of the time, Tamara said nothing, but silently listened. On the occasion that she was asked a question, it was mostly informational. "Where did you study?" "How old are you?" "What do you know of the Order?" She answered all of their questions. Everett called for champagne halfway through and Tamara relaxed a bit more. While her uneasiness over Ren still lingered in her mind, it wasn't screaming at her anymore.

"Let's break for fifteen minutes," Everett suggested, which was welcomed by everyone. Tamara wasted no time in picking up her champagne glass and walking out toward the balcony. She needed some time to herself, but mostly, she wanted to distance herself from Ren. She pushed the sliding glass door to the side and stepped over the threshold, instantly becoming enveloped in the bustling scene of Coruscant. The sun, Coruscant Prime, was already on its descent and the sky was darkening. She hadn't even noticed the hours ticking by. She could only imagine how the others felt. Her father had lived most of his life in a boardroom, so he knew how long meetings could last, but the First Order leaders were getting antsy the longer they stayed. Tamara leaned on the railing of the balcony, watching as the airspeeders and private ships flew in the multilayered skylanes. As chaotic as the planet was, it seemed to run like clockwork. The upper levels were a place of happiness and structure, while the lower levels were dark and shrouded in mystery. She sipped some of the bitter champagne, the bubbles making her tongue tingle as she held the liquid in her mouth for a moment. The golden drink was some of the best in the galaxy, and everyone at the table had a glass, with the exception of Kylo Ren. He had elected to keep his helmet firmly placed on his head. Even Phasma had removed her helmet, and her appearance under the chrome mask was just as firm as her mask. She didn't show much emotion, but Tamara didn't expect any emotion from a First Order captain. Short blonde hair and cold blue eyes made up Phasma's appearance, yet she was still intimidating.

"May I join you, Miss Vess?" a smooth male voice asked from behind her. She jumped slightly and turned quickly, but relaxed once she saw the general standing in the doorway, his great coat resting on his shoulders but his arms hung free from it.

"Of course, general," she said, straightening up and making herself more presentable. He walked over to her, looking out over the cityscape just as she was. He held his own glass of champagne which looked barely touched. He had an appearance to keep up, but she was surprised that he wouldn't let himself indulge minimally.

"You're very knowledgable," he commented, keeping his eyes focused on the wide domed structure on the skyline – the Senate building which currently stood empty. Tamara looked over at him, trying to observe all she could about him, looking for anything she could exploit to put herself in a better light.

"Thank you, general," she said. "I'm glad to hear that my eight years of study didn't go unnoticed."

"Tell me something," he said softly, and tore his gaze away to look down at her. "Do you remember your time at Coruscant University?"

"Of course," she said. "It's where I took sociology."

"Yes," he said, nodding. "And there were riots there, correct?"

Tamara had known that the conversation would return back to the galactic riots. "Yes," she said. "Those who believe in the New Republic would sit outside in all of the campus locations, protesting the First Order and their advancements. I don't think there's ever been a point in time where the campus has been without some sort of demonstration. In the days of the Empire, there were riots. In the months and years following the collapse of the Empire, there were riots. Today is no different. But I do believe that villainizing them is the best way to go about silencing them."

Her response was not one that Hux expected. She was much more articulate than he had originally thought.

"You came up with a solution quickly," he said, and turned his body to face her, leaning one arm of the railing. Tamara sipped her champagne again, watching carefully. "I think I speak for my two other comrades when I say that I'm impressed by your knowledge and skills, and I do believe that the First Order would benefit from it. A socioeconomic analyst, I believe would be something you'd excel in. You'd be among the higher-ups, and your voice will be heard. The Finalizer would be your new home, and you would be at the forefront of bringing Order back to the galaxy."

Tamara nearly dropped her champagne glass. While she had come to the meeting with the intention of impressing the First Order leadership, she never would've expected an offer with such prestige.

"I–" she began. "General, I don't know what to say."

He gave her a small smile. "Think about it," he said, straightening up. "I will give you two weeks to consider my offer, at which point I expect an answer."

"Of course, General," she said. "Thank you."

He walked back into the meeting room, and Tamara turned back to the railing, allowing her lips to break out into a massive smile. Her heart raced at the thought of being part of the First Order at such a high rank. Her eight years of study were finally starting to pay dividends. In one final motion, she down the rest of her champagne before walking back into the room.

It was dark when the meeting concluded. Tamara hadn't spoken much after the break, still glowing after the offer from the general. Along with the light buzz from the several glasses of champagne she had, her fears of the man sitting across from her subsided slightly. She had made a point to not speak too much for fear of him watching her. She didn't know if the expressionless mask was better or if she would prefer his face, if he even had one. As far as she knew, he was human. Even with his cowl off, she saw no skin on him at all. The general and the captain were similar in that their hands were gloved and their uniforms and armour did not show anything. The only thing that Tamara had noticed was when she was standing outside on the balcony and she saw what looked to be dark hair coming out from the back of Ren's helmet. Still, she was unsure about this man. He was still one of the most dangerous people in the galaxy, being one of the few Force users left.

Just as they had met, they were leaving each other in the same manner – on the steps outside of the meeting hall, the courtyard empty. Everett talked with the general as they descended the stairs if they were old friends while Phasma and Ren walked silently. Tamara stayed close to her father, eyes on the dark enforcer. His hands were clenched at his sides, something that seemed to be a constant with him.

"I assure you that your credits will not go to waste," Hux said, stopping on the stairs. Tamara walked down a few more steps before she paused, electing to bid the leadership farewell.

"I know they will," Everett said.

Hux turned to Tamara and gave her a smile. "It was a pleasure to meet you," he said.

"As it was to meet you," she responded. "All of you. Thank you."

Hux tilted his chin back up to address Everett. "I will be returning in two weeks," he said.

"I look forward to it, Armitage," Tamara's father said, and stepped forward to shake the general's hand. Tamara stood back, only watching.

"Safe flight back to the Finalizer," Everett said, and stepped back down to stand with his daughter.

"Good night," Hux said.

With that, the two Coruscanti turned and walked down the stairs, heading back to the apartment. It didn't take Everett long to break the silence.

"What happened on the balcony?" he demanded. Tamara just smiled to herself.

"Exactly what I wanted," she said. "He offered me a job as a socioeconomic analyst because of my ability to problem solve and to try and paint the New Republic as the disorderly government that they are."

Everett once against felt a swell of pride. "Wonderful," he said. "Your mother will be very happy to hear that you've found a position in the First Order ranks."

Tamara didn't dare mention that she hadn't yet accepted the offer. Her father wouldn't stand for it. Instead, she just let her mind wander, relaxed about her professional career for the first time in her life.

Hey guys! Been a little while since you've heard anything from me, over a year! That time left me with hardly any time to write, as 8 months of that was taken up by my first year of university (and I have just started my second year). I've been working on an outline for this story for over a year, and it's still not done, but I know where I want to go. I wanted to try and write a story that's a bit different than the other KyloxOC stories that I've seen, so let me know if you enjoyed it. Love you guys!