( * REVIIVAL )

"Reaching for the truth, not afraid to lose." Bridget Greyson 24Law Student & Intern @ Royal Industries.

[brxdgetgreyson]

[benoist-melissabenoist]

Melissa + Fresh Blonde

[brxdgetgreyson]

artfulviolence:

If she had any reservations, he planned on erasing them within the next hour or so, granted that he was allotted that much time with her. One could hope, if not, be sure to forge an acquaintance strong enough so that he could get the pretty girls number. That surely was well within his capabilities. Giving her a half smile in return Art nodded. “You’re welcome. Besides what kind of guy would I be if I didn’t offer a helping hand to a lady in need?” The question a bit rhetorical, as he would easily have done so if the girl was ugly or did not catch his interest at all. The gruesome truth that this pretty blonde did not need to become aware of. Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, feigning restlessness and a bit of nerves, his gaze shifty and hands clenching and unclenching, Art waited for her to make a decision. After all should she make it too late, he would have to step in and use his training, truly he would not complain should that be the case, but there was a safer play to be made. Meeting her stare, he nodded once more, grasping her hand firmly in his and keeping up with her as they moved down an alley and out into one of the more busy streets. Half jogging as they went. 

Her laughter brought a wider smile to his lips. Oh she was truly lovely this one. So pure. Where on earth had she been hiding all this time? He did wonder. “I’m glad. Honestly not all men out after the daybreak are creeps.” He said a little jokingly, seeing as he doubted she was the kind of girl to shuffle all men in under one label. She was almost rambling, which was cute and after all, he did get her name out of it too. “Its no trouble at all, I haven’t got anyone at home waiting for me and its not that late. It will take as long as it takes, as long as you get home safe it really doesn’t matter. Nice to meet you, despite the circumstances, Bridget. I’m Artemis, but you can call me Art.”  

“Well in times like this, I’m glad chivalry ain’t dead.” Bridget hoped her words didn’t bite her in the ass, but it was too late to turn back now. At least they were on the same page and he was considerate for their safety. Furthermore, it looked like he didn’t propose an offer for what he’d get out of this and to her that was great news. All she wanted to do was get home safe and be in the comfort of her own bed. 

Once they were out on the busy street, the intern immediately let go of his hand and glanced around for a taxi, while listening attentively to his response. "Nope not all you just proved that wrong.” she mused as she returned her attention on him. After learning Artemis’ name, Bridget expressed a half amused, half gracious look and said, “Well Art, that’s very sweet of you! I def appreciate it. I bet you didn’t expect your night to turn out this way, but you’re certainly courteous and helpful! It’s rare to find people like you in the city on the first try, usually I have the worse of luck when it comes to sucky situations like these.” 

[brxdgetgreyson]

philippexlinwood:

A little. If Bridget could see through him, Philippe wondered what more those closest to him could see. To be fair though, the people closest to him had more or less been missing or away, which did not really help his case. What she said before they arrived at the coffee shop made sense, yes, but it was her latter words that clung onto him.

“Just how are you so good at this?” He finally questioned her, chuckling a little as he did so. Turning his attention to the menu board hung up, he scanned for the choices he had. For a few seconds he let the silence fill between them, before bursting that bubble right away. “You’re right, you know.” Philippe piped up, sounding crest-fallen once again. “I wish I had someone to open up to. It’s hard, wanting to appear strong, calm, and put together all the time. And at the end of the day, I’m just, just dying to let it out on someone, to unload everything I’ve pent up.” Dropping his gaze to ground, he let out a sigh. “But there’s no one there for me.” He murmured, just enough for her to hear and no one else, as he slowly bit at his lower lip.  

Bridget’s lips widened into a sheepish smile as she shrugged innocently. This wasn’t the first time she’d heard that question from someone. Being a logical thinker came with its perks since she was able to point out the obvious truth to someone, while at the same time minding their feelings. Although, at times there’d be moments where she’d either have to choose one or the other and in that predicament, she’d try her best to lessen the blow. 

“I wish I knew how, then I’d probably help many of you who are in a tough situation constantly. However for the most part, I think it’s simply best to hear what you should be hearing from someone else to make you realize these things you know?” It seems that throughout the whole time she spent with Philippe, she was spot on with how he was feeling and Bridget was quite intrigued with each admittance. She knew they were here for a coffee break, but this was more important to her and she could care less about their actual objective. Hearing the sadness and desperation in his voice caused Bridget to soften her look, before placing a gentle hand on his arm and giving it a slight reassuring squeeze. “You’re not alone.” she replied while meeting his gaze. “There has to be someone who’s there for you, no matter what the circumstance is right? Hell if it counts for something, the fact that you’re telling me this is enough to say that I’m here for you. I mean really Philippe, even if you’re my boss you don’t have to pretend with me. I could careless about the fame and the fortune, at the end of the day you’re a human being—you’re allowed to feel this way, especially when it gets overwhelming.” 

[brxdgetgreyson]

Girls Night Out || Bridget & Whitney

[brxdgetgreyson]

whitneyxroyal:

She gave a soft smile, hiding thoughts of how her mother had complained about the size, or how Phil had raised questions at why she would not get a place of her own. Making choices and taking steps that were for you and you alone was challenging for Whitney, but even more so when the only parent she had wouldn’t support her. Her mom did not intend to hurt her, she knew that, but the hurt had sprung free and still rested with her none the less. Halting with the lipstick in the air, she moved her gaze to meet with Bridget’s, biting her lip as she tried to come up with a honest answer. “I mean, she’s been like a sister to me since we met, that part hasn’t changed for either of us I think but.. I don’t know. We’re at an awkward place. She lied and while her reasons were good and she never intended to hurt me, its hard to not get a bit hung up on the betrayal, you know? I love her, and I’ve forgiven her, but we have to work on rebuilding trust.” She gave a small shrug, unsure wether to mention the other part. The part about her father being painted as a cheater, knowing he had chosen not only to be with another woman, but hid that from his entire family. Even on his death bed he had not revealed anything. She guessed that his reputation had been more important to him than being truthful. That his fourth daughter had been but a bother he wanted to pay to hide and forget all about. As upset as Whit had been at the truth, thinking of how Harper must be feeling, had been feeling for over a year both saddened and enraged the youngest Royal. For a second there, she had indulged in the thought that maybe it wasn’t the worst thing, her father not being alive.  

Finishing with the lipstick Whitney picked her wine glass back up, taking a good sip, certain that the alcohol would chase all thoughts of her messy family life away. Though all things seemed to lead back to the Royals.. Her work too was all wrapped up in her family. Thank the gods she had friends and a boyfriend that drew her away at times. “We’ve done so good so far. I can’t believe how fast its been put into place too. All normal right? Oh too right you are! Its such an accomplishment managing to put all of our work stress aside to actually set of time for fun. I’m very proud of us. Really? You should get dolled up more often Bridge! Woth your pretty hair and big blue eyes, you are stunning.” Whitney gushed, lightly touching a lock of her friends hair. “Leave it down maybe? I have a curling iron if you’d like to add some bounce.” She couldn’t help but giggle at her own word selection. Bounce. Here was to hoping they would be doing lots of that, on the dance floor. 

Bridget immediately stopped what she was doing as she gave her best friend her full attention. Hearing her side of things mattered most, especially since she’s someone who’s always in the limelight of things. Her gaze slightly softened as she nodded in understanding. If she was in her position, she’d feel the same way too—luckily, Harper was someone she already knew and got along with, it was going to take time for Whitney to gain full acceptance of the fact that they’re family. “Absolutely and I’m sure she understands. It was all so sudden that it’s going to be a process to regain that trust, but I know that you’ll all figure it out and make it work. At the end of the day, you’re family no matter what. I’m just grateful she’s not a scandalous being trying to aim for the fame and fortune—there’s so many fakes now a days willing to do anything to be in the spotlight. Harper seems genuine and I do wish you and your sisters all the best and hope things work out.” 

The blonde wore a proud expression as soon as Whitney acknowledged the work they’ve done up until now. She was grateful that in a workplace like Royal Industries, she was able to surround herself with hardworking and genuine beings, especially since the youngest Royal was somewhat her boss. Not many people would find themselves in this fortunate position and Bridget does consider herself lucky that no once did she ever take this opportunity for granted. Staring at herself in the mirror, Bridget then nodded in agreement and held her hand out for the curler. “Aww you are way too sweet Whit! We are stunning nevertheless, I mean the fact that we can look this put together under pressure says a lot!! Hmm...Yeah that sounds like a good idea. I’ll leave it down and curl it a bit then! Thanks!” Pointing at her friend, she then advised, “A half up-do with some loose curls at the bottom would look great on you! And did you also decide on a club we’re going to? Did you also want to be under the radar? You might as well do a full face and a smoky eye while you’re at it. You’ll def pull off the mature vixen look!”

[brxdgetgreyson]

philippexlinwood:

A gorgeous face, a charming personality, and a wise mind - Philippe wondered just how blessed Bridget was to be a total package. He had not even been entirely specific of the troubles that kept him up at night, and yet, here she was, spitting out an advice more than befitting to his situation. She could be psychic. But then again, she could also simply be that good when it came to listening and hearing others out, even with unspoken words. “I, I kind of knew what I was getting into, honestly,” uneasily, he told her, his eyes trailed on the ground, watching every step he took, “but I took it anyway. Because if I didn’t step up, there wouldn’t be anyone else worthy of it.” To a foreign ear, his answer might have come off as condescending, haughty even, but to him, it was all he had ever known. “I wouldn’t like to think that I’m holding myself back. At least, I don’t think I am.” 

Looking up, they had finally arrived to the coffee shop he had been going on about. With a pull of the door, he ushered Bridget first inside, before following suit in. Stepping in, the man immediately took an appreciative inhale, savouring the scent of coffee beans in the air. It was an aroma that calmed his nerves right down. “Do you think I’m holding myself back?” He quietly turned to her, ignoring for now the plethora of coffee options listed on the board that hanged from the wall up in front of them. 

The admittance from Philippe gave Bridget an understanding that perhaps the decision to take on such position was a purpose he knew he was capable of fulfilling. He was the Philippe Lindwood after all, the close confidant of Charles Royal, the Head of Foreign Affairs in Royal Industries, charming, confident, a man who knows what he wants and strives for it. The list goes on and yet, here he was revealing a side of himself that Bridget could almost confirm as vulnerable and humane. She knew the upper class were beings too, but there’s that notion that they shouldn’t have any worries like commoners do. 

“That’s understandable, besides who you were back then is different to who you are now right? You were initially motivated and driven, you knew what you wanted, and by all means that is still true today—but you didn’t expect it to take a turn. It’s a given that many of us try to set ourselves up for success and greatness. However for the most part, our first instinct isn’t usually to prepare for the worse because we don’t expect it to go in that direction in the first place you know?” Bridget then thanked him as they entered the coffee shop and took a brief moment to admire the place, before returning her attention to Philippe. She was slightly taken back by his question as she wore a blank expression at first, but after a few moments of reflecting on a response, she then tilted her head to the side and shrugged slightly. “A little.” she honestly replied. “Despite it being quite vague, I can tell that it’s probably something that’s consuming your life and while I do hope you overcome it, it’s normal for you to hold back. It’s either because you’re not ready or given the circumstances, your in a position that can cause a greater effect that could ripple over anyone and anything you care about. However, I do believe that you shouldn’t prolong it as much as possible, cause stuff like that tends to get worse as it goes you know?” 

[brxdgetgreyson]

artfulviolence:

The noise outside hit him just a moment to late, adding another layer of annoyance. Artemis only tolerated drunk and high people when a) he was either himself, or b) when they were someone he had to get along with or needed something from. If either of those two did not imply, just as now, he would grow increasingly agitated and if provoked, he would lash out. Luckily, the girl approaching him seemed to be neither. Actually, he could quite practically smell her fear, which had the lordling smiling inwardly, relishing the sight of her big frightened gaze and her fumbling voice, not to mention her low curses. She was a glorious sight, with her blonde hair and innocent features. The type of girl that would often just be too fun to play around with, to trick and charm and corrupt. He absolutely loved it and would certainly not let the opportunity to be her knight in shining armor pass him by. 

Brows raising in mild concern and confusion, Art met her gaze with a searching one of his own. “Whats the matter?” he asked, then gazed past her to the crowd of boys, how they were nearing. Just magnificent. “Try to take some deep breaths. Of course I’ll stay with you, its not a problem at all though..” He glanced towards the group of guys again. Now Art was strong and well trained, but not particularly tempted to take on a crowd of five guys all at once. Beside, he might risk getting hurt, but if he wanted to win the fair lady’s favor, he could not risk her coming to harm. “..might I suggest we find a place for you to hail a cab elsewhere?” He asked, nodding in the direction of the guys, holding out his hand, offering her to take it so they could scram. “I assure you I’m not any kind of psycho, lets just get in the clear alright? I won’t leave you alone, I promise..”

A wave of relief washed over her when the young man reassured that he’d help her out. Although it was risky, Bridget found that she had more of a chance escaping harm from him than the group of men since she was outnumbered. However, she preferred to look on a positive note and entrust him in accompanying and making her feel safe. Taking his advice, she took a few deep breaths, before flashing him a gracious smile. “Thank you, I truly appreciate this.” she replied. Her attention then diverted back to the group and noticed that they were nearing with each step they took. She then returned her gaze back to her saviour and glanced down at the hand that he’d offered. “Um yeah, that sounds like a good idea...” She immediately accepted it and began heading in the direction of the main street. 

In the midst of their escape, a soft chuckle emitted out of her lips after hearing his reassurance. “I believe you.” she immediately replied with a warm smile. “I mean nothing bad has happened to me yet, so there’s that. Nevertheless, thank you again for doing this! I know it’s late and you probably want to get home after a long night. Hopefully this won’t take long. By the way, my name’s Bridget and you are?” 

[casshoward]

Melissa Benoist in Jennifer Morrison’s directorial debut “Sun Dogs” (x)

[brxdgetgreyson]

Girls Night Out || Bridget & Whitney

[brxdgetgreyson]

whitneyxroyal:

It was such a relief to rewire your brain to be in the moment, in the present. Whitney couldn’t believe how hectic and intense the past month alone had been. With the publishing house release date creeping up and her move into a new place, not to mention her sisters surprise wedding and learning that her best friend and roommate was also her older sister. She had three sisters.. it all felt a little surreal and too big to truly wrap your brain around. Her stress levels had been off the charts, and without Luke around to ground her, Whitney was just lucky that she had true and loyal friends such as Bridget to help her slow down and live a little in the moment without all the worries weighing her down. The type writer she had gotten still sat on the living room table, in all its glorious pinkness. Whit loved it and she would be sure to use it too once she could find the time. 

They were on their second bottle of wine and various foods were being consumed while make up was on the table as well. So far, no one had spilled anything on the new couch or carpet, for which Whitney was grateful because Harper were not a fan of messes and they had all chipped in to buy the rooms furniture. As usual Whitney had no idea what to do with her hair so mid conversation her hands were all wrapped up in her brown locks, trying to decide. “Thank you! I really love it, how big it is without being enormous, but spacious for three people.” she said with a soft smile, raising her own glass as well after freeing a hand, the wine sliding easily down, her smile widening at Bridget’s expression as she seemed to be taking it all in. Whit tried, though she was wildly out of practice on how to best turn her active mind off. “Yes everything seems to be falling into place somehow. Not that the publishing house is my accomplishment alone, we make a good team you, me, Harper and Vi. I don’t know wether its more exciting, overwhelming or stressful all at the same time. Its kind of new for me to have so much going on all at once.” 

“Very spacious.” agreed the blonde as she continued to glance around. A sudden thought came to mind as she looked back at Whitney and asked, “How are things by the way? I mean with Harper being an addition to your family? I could care less about what the tabloids say, but I was wondering how you’re feeling?” When news broke out about another Royal family member in their midst, it was a surprise, but of course a complete reassurance knowing that it was someone who they’ve already known. She was certainly happy for them since this meant new and exciting beginnings their way. 

Setting her glass down, Bridget continued working on her makeup, before moving onto hair whilst listening to Whitney. Her smile widened as soon as she acknowledged their team effort in making the publishing house happen. “Of course, our hard work is definitely paying off and it’s a given that this can be a whirlwind of emotions, as well as overwhelming Whit. However, I have to say, I’m quite impressed and slightly proud that the both of us are capable of having our own shot at fun! I haven’t gotten this dolled up in a while and it’s certainly refreshing not having to worry about real life at the moment!” 

[brxdgetgreyson]

Small World || Bridget & Ty

[brxdgetgreyson]

tyxcoburn:

Mornings were always hit or miss when it came to customers. Some mornings nobody would need a lift to work, and other mornings it seemed as though everyone was trying to get into his cab. This particular morning seemed to be more of the latter. He’d just gotten finished up with dropping off a club goer from the previous night back at their apartment, and it seemed like only seconds had passed before suddenly the door was opening again. He turned to give the person his attention, half expecting it to be the same woman he’d just dropped off. He was just about to ask if she’d left something of hers before he noticed that the person who now sat in the back of the cab most definitely was not the woman from the club. This girl was much more put together than the other woman had been, and she didn’t reek of alcohol or drugs or sweat nearly as much…or at all, actually.

Ty couldn’t help the surprised look in his eyes, but nevertheless he nodded his head at the woman as she gave him orders of where to take her next. “Morning.” He smiled faintly before quickly turning his attention to driving the vehicle. Shifting the gears into drive, and releasing the parking brake, the blonde slowly pulled out onto the street before picking up speed. He didn’t say anything else, for the mot part, given that most of the world didn’t know he had connections in the Royals, and it would be foolish of him to even hint that he was all too familiar with the location they were headed to next. “Late morning?” He asked lightly, his eyes kind as they flitted to look at her through the mirror. He knew he didn’t need to say much, considering she was most likely anxious to get to work. And so that was precisely why he didn’t slow down once, making sure to stay in the same rhythm with the traffic, if not a tad bit ahead of it, for her sake.

Bridget’s ruffled through her purse making sure she had everything with her. “Laptop...Keys...Swipe Card...” Listing off the items both vocally and in her head, she suddenly calmed down and leaned into her seat once she knew she had everything. She then proceeded to admire the scenery outside her window whilst lost in her thoughts. Although it was a typical route for her to get to work, not a day goes by where Bridget is still amazed by the sights that the city has to offer. There was so much more to see here than in the small town she grew up in and she’s quite grateful for the little things such as this.

Coming back to reality, she diverted her attention to her driver and nodded in response to his question. “Uh something like that. More like early morning and late decision to have me in right away? I was supposed to start later, but something urgent came up and now here I am. By the way, I appreciate the effort in trying to get me there asap...I understand that traffic could be a pain and of course, safety is really important, therefore if it’s not do-able then don’t worry about it—they’re just going to have to wait.” Deciding to keep the conversation going, Bridget then asked, “Have you been working all night? Or did you just start?” 

[artfulviolence-blog]

The music was playing, the girls were dancing, the alcohol was served in spades and various substances were being passed freely around. Sitting there amidst a posse of people, various friends from old schools, girls who wanted to sleep with him, others who had slept with him and, somewhat impressively to him, was still interested. Some just wanted to bask in the spotlight he drew wherever he went. Paparazzi whores, groupies, out for their ten minutes of fame. Art didn’t much mind, they were free to throw themselves at him, laugh at his tame jokes, offer to rub his shoulders or fetch him drinks or even better, give him a BJ. If he played the ‘heavy week at the office’ card, they would happily put their pretty lips wherever he told them to in order to give him some ‘well deserved’ stress release. Some girls were just too easy. There was no challenge, no thrill, no resistance. It was all very tedious. And right now, Art was bored out of his mind. Deciding he was over it, the whole thing, he shoved the girl currently on his lap off, not even hearing her grunt as she fell into someone else and yelled out. No his mind was already on the smoke he was going to have on his way home, wether or not to call his driver Carrick to come pick him up or just walk the five blocks to his penthouse apartment. He reached the door, pushing it open with force, stepping into the cold air. He had only taken a few steps when a voice called out from behind. Annoyance flashed as the male slowly turned on his heels. “Yes? What is it?” he demanded, somewhat impatiently. 

[brxdgetgreyson]

It was the end of the semester and many of her peers from uni decided to have a fun night out. Bridget was more of a homebody, but decided to get out of her comfort zone and join them on a night of loud music and drunken escapades. While it was fun for a while, it was getting pretty late and she was completely over it. She wanted to go home stat and so she proceeded to bid her goodbyes to her friends, before shoving her way out of the club. Still shaken up from the previous incident of when she got robbed, Bridget was paranoid to the point where she had all sorts of things in her purse from pepper spray to a swiss army knife and just anything that she could hit her attackers with. At least this time she was vigilant and somewhat prepared. 

With her phone out, she was just about to order an uber when a group of guys exited the club and approached her, asking if she wanted to hang out with them. Immediately saying no, the blonde apologized and scurried off to the nearest person leaving and it so happened to be an impatient young man. Knowing that she was being a complete burden, Bridget expressed a look of desperation and apologized at first. “I’m really sorry, I know this is completely random and probably a bad time, but if you could just help me out for a bit, I’ll be out of your way in no time.” Looking over her shoulder, she could see the group suddenly following her and she quietly cursed under her breath. “I can’t catch a freaking break....” she muttered to herself, before locking her gaze with the young man. “Clearly, I’m in a vulnerable position and I’m trying to get an uber, but I don’t want to wait cause of them. On top of that, I got robbed a few weeks ago and you know what—yeah you probably don’t care. Um sorry! Okay, I’m just gonna go straight to the point and ask if you’re willing to stay with me till I hail a cab? It’ll be quicker and I’ll be gone in an instant...I’ll even pay you? Just don’t leave me alone, please.” 

[brxdgetgreyson]

philippexlinwood:

Bridget had always been a soft-spoken lady, and yet she could conjure enough force to lead you to spill the truth when she wanted it. It was one of the traits he had unearthed within her after-hours, which was why he enjoyed the fact that they could get together far beyond the confines of the office. Her company was a much needed break as she was a breath of fresh air in his life. Which was why when as she asked for the truth, he was more than willing to give it to her. 

“The truth,” he breathed, biting at his lower lip, “can be, um, loaded.” A part of him was dying to find a companion to talk to about the company, and the gang. But Bridget knew nothing of the underground world he moved in, and it surely would be tactless and careless of him to include her in a world where she could easily be placed in harm’s way. “There is much more to it, yes.” Averting his gaze, he focused on the ground instead, watching his footsteps as he grappled on the decision as to whether or not he should let her in on the truth. “Let’s just say,” the man was practically dancing around the truth, getting as vague as possible for her sake, “that my position in life is far from easy, and has created a burden on my shoulders that no matter what I do, can’t be eased off.”

Philippe’s truth certainly weighed heavily, just as Bridget had expected. She wondered what it could be, but again, she respected his privacy and awaited on whether or not he’d expand on that. Studying him closely, the intern offered him a warm smile as soon as he spoke on admitted an overall context of the truth. “Did you know the consequences that came with taking up such a position?” she curiously asked. “Cause if not, then there’s the whole mix of ‘expect the unexpected’ and ‘everything happens for a reason’ cliché in our lives. Whether you believe it or not is entirely up to you, but...” Her voice trailed off as she took a few moments to recollect her thoughts and figure out the direction of the conversation she was going in. “—But even if you feel as if you’ve done everything to unburden yourself, maybe you’re just not confronting the real solution head on? I mean sure it’s not easy, but maybe you’re holding yourself back.”

[luxe-pauvre]

[brielarsan]

[brxdgetgreyson]

Small World || Bridget & Ty

Tossing and turning in her bed, Bridget was sound asleep until she felt the sound of her phone vibrating. Slowly, she opened her eyes and blinked a few times to wake herself up, before reaching for her glasses and eventually her phone. Furrowing her brows, her vision settled on the time and immediately, the youngest Greyson shot up from where she was laying and began her move. She rushed her morning routine and got ready as fast as she can since she was needed in the office right away, rather than her scheduled time. Incidents like this tend to happen, especially when Bridget is working on important projects and the team needed her asap. 

Moments later she was out in the streets of London, hailing a cab...Or at least trying to. It was rush hour and majority of them were in use. However, her eyes narrowed in on a particular cab and Bridget immediately sprinted towards it and got inside, before anyone else would. “Morning! Hi yes, um...Sorry!” Completely out of breath, the young woman took a moment to regain her composure, before strapping in her seat belt and declaring her location. “I need to get to Royal Industries stat...please and thank you.” 

@tyxcoburn

[brxdgetgreyson]

Girls Night Out || Bridget & Whitney

Sleepovers. Fun, unpredictable, and worth every second if you’re with the right people. Tonight, Bridget was over at Whitney’s new place for a house warming celebration and the two also decided, that it was time for them to relax and have a good time by having a girls night out. The blonde arrived with not only her belongings, but some wine, take out, and a house warming gift which was a vintage type writer that could be used on display and surprisingly worked perfectly. 

In the midst of the drinking and eating Chinese take out, both women were getting ready and glammed up for their night out. “This is such a cute place Whit! Congrats on the new space!” The blonde held her wine glass up in the air for a brief toast, before going in for a long sip, savouring not only the taste, but the moment as well. “And perfect timing too! I mean with the new publishing firm and whatnot, things are definitely going your way so far! Isn’t it exciting?” 

@whitneyxroyal

[brxdgetgreyson]

philippexlinwood:

Delighted in spirit, Philippe followed Bridget as they stepped out of the office, taking the lift as they proceeded to the main floor of the Industries Tower. In an unspoken switch, he took the lead as they exited the building, guiding her to the direction of the coffee place. Once they had stepped foot onto the sidewalk, any one could have easily mistaken the two as casual friends, rather than employer-employee. 

“Er, depends on which aspect you’d want to know of.” He answered cheekily, hands shoved into his pockets as deep down, the faint traces of hurt was starting to wallow inside. How utterly cathartic would it be to unload on her, and share his various inner conflicts? Alas, it might just scare her away, doing more harm than good. “I,” Philippe licked his lips, finding the words to properly phrase it, “I never get enough sleep these days.” That, of course, was only the surface of the problem, but he didn’t dare tell her that lest she poked, and considering they had a block to go, he somehow wished she would prod.

Bridget walked alongside Philippe as she followed his lead to the said coffee shop that he had proposed. With a side glance, the young woman quirked a brow out of curiosity while she listened to his response. In no way was it her intentions to pry on his personal life, but she was concerned for her superior’s well being and was wiling to be there as a confidant. Separating the professional from personal was already long gone between the two, but Bridget was capable of respecting the boundaries if needed.

“The truth.” she replied in a gentle tone, urging him to be honest if he could. “—But if that’s too much to ask, then I completely understand. If it’s any consolation, I do hope it gets better.” However, she was immediately taken back by Philippe’s sudden admittance of not being able to sleep enough these days. Continuing to remain curious, she then asked, “Really? I mean for starters, I sort of don’t blame you for experiencing such a thing—your job can be stressful after all. But is there more to it?”