No one had taken special notice of Doran as his ship landed in a hangar on Utapau, and why should they? For the coming days, he would only be known as Mr. Bild, private shipping contractor from Tatooine. His ship had been constructed on Tatooine years ago, his accent and use of words made him sound like he was from the desert planet, even his clothes had been signs of desert winds tearing the clothes. It was a perfect disguise, just as perfect as the ISB could provide.

Doran walked into the Silica Tab HQ and headed straight for the reception. A female Pau'an greeted Doran as he patiently waited for her to take notice of him behind what he recognized as paperwork. 
-"Yes, what can I help you with, Sir?"

"I have a meeting with your CEO, Garnay Fey. It'll be under Mr. Bild from Hugon-Transports."

-"Let me see...Yes that seems right. Just take the pathway to your left."

Doran nodded politely to the receptionist before walking past her, headed towards the office of his target. Point two of his plan, nearly complete; locate Garnak Fey and gain his trust. And after that, not too many points would follow. 

He entered what appeared to be a waiting room, where a finely dressed woman sat waiting and a repairman repaired a ceiling lamp. Duran ignored them and sat down opposite of the woman, watching the door to see when Fey would come out. In the corner of his eye, he saw the repairman tilt his head to the woman for an unknown reason. It felt out of place, but he knew better than to raise suspicion reacting to it. He sat still and straightened his shirt, awaiting Fey's arrival. 

Once he did, Fey instantly went over to the woman sitting opposite of him, asking her if she'd like a tour of the facility. This wasn't part of the plan, Doran was supposed to have a meeting with him, not for Fey to talk with this woman. But he knew that plans were always changing, so he simply stood up and approached the couple. 
"Pardon me, but I think there must have been a mistake in my schedule. I was supposed to have a meeting with you, Mr. Fey. Oh, where are my manners? I'm Mr. Bild, Hugon Transports." He said with a calm voice, raising his hand for Fey to shake it. At the same time, his eyes fell upon the woman. She was quite attractive, but non the less a hinder in his plans. "But that meeting can be held at a later time, I'm sure you and the madam have urgent business to attend to."