Dark Saturday

[Ophelia]

"Or in bed with a well known Cardassian... courtesan... whore. Whatever you wish to call her. Disgraced and dead." Ophelia grinned. "Tell me Varyn, do you have any... skeletons we need to handle before you're thrust into the limelight?"

[Varyn Min]

"None that are alive," Min replied. "Everyone amasses some skeletons when you reach my age, but you deal with them rather than hiding from it."

[Ophelia]

"Excellent." Ophelia said and handed him a data rod. "Consider your coup funded. All untraceable back to me. It also contains the locations of some Narlin hideyholes and enough incriminating evidence to make the Narlins look like the galaxy's biggest liars and turncoats. Is there anything else you may require?"

[Varyn Min]

He slid the data rod into the top drawer of his desk without so much as a glimpse at it. "Not at the moment."

[Ophelia]

"Well, do not hesitate to ask. After all we're allies." Ophelia said as she leaned over his desk and looked at him. "And there is plenty more where that came from."