jameswt:
𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫-𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧.
“ depends on your definition of paradise . ” it seems as though she had no intention of answering his inquiry at all . he shrugged it off , knowing that the situation is a private affair between partners . “ that’s a shame . ” he sighed , pushing himself up from his seat . “ i’ll see you on the weekend . ” he smiles and takes the script with him as he left .
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one tabloid regarded his weekend festivities as : hollywood’s rendition of jay gatsby’s lavish parties . although , unlike gatsby , james had no real cause for it — he just … felt like it . he was more of an observer during the function . he was either on his balcony looking down at the uproar , or all cooped up in his office , looking out through his window . it was the latter for this circumstance , although as a host , he supposed , it was about time to make an appearance . when he opens the door out of his office , he bumps into margaret . “ guests aren’t allowed on this floor . ” he teases , all the while pleased to see she came.
margaret honestly had been looking forward to the party that James was hosting. It had been a busy week and she didn’t want to be cooped up in her home all weekend. she had mentioned to connor that she would be gone for the evening but still wrote a note for him, if he was even home to read it. once there the blonde floated through rooms, chatting with fellow members of hollywood’s elite that she knew. it was all fun but she didn’t feel like keeping up the bright and bubbly facade for another five minutes so she slipped away to find the owner of the home. lingering through the upstairs halls she was startled when a door opened quickly and the man she was looking for appeared “oh? well maybe if you were downstairs I wouldn’t have had to come up here looking for you” she retorted with a raised eyebrow. quickly her attention was taken by the items on the shelves that were in his office. “you were in the war?” it made sense, most men were. “so was my brother, unfortunately he didn’t come home though” she said quietly as she moved in there to look over the things he had. she leaned down to look at a pair of dog tags hanging, she had figured they were his but when she read the name she couldn’t believe her eyes. taylor, charles r. surely there was no way she was looking at her brothers identification from the army. “who did these belong to? because whoever it was they have the same name as my brother...” she had turned around to look at him, her eyes watering quickly.
