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lachlan pierce >> deputy mayor >> jon hamm

tw: mental health mention, substance abuse mention

"James loves you Lachlan. He wants to be your lap dog. I don't know why you can't just muster the strength to deal with his annoyance." No one liked James. Yet, he had a handful of people of his rolodex that would be beneficial to the Pierce if he were to become elected officially as mayor. With Graham Delano and his clean cut presentation on a silver platter, they would be naive to think they didn't actually have some competition this time around. "Fair enough," she nodded, mentally adding another thing on her to-do list. Might have to rearrange her hair appointment for that one.

At the mention of the private jet, New York, and Sanem, Sylvie's eyebrow perched in curiosity. "Duly noted. Also, I still think we need to hire you a personal assistant." She knew how particular Lachlan was about the team around him, but if she vetted them, what was the problem? They could handle his flights and coffees more or less. "Well, I didn't think you were one for paranoia. Besides, it's not like your Clinton who lied under oath about his dirty deed." It was a dicey situation and Sylvie knew she had to clean it up. "Anything from Giovanni?"

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"I'm a Pierce, Sylvie, I have people pulling down my fucking pants and blowing compliments up my ass all the time. Useful or not, James should just give me a fucking break" Lachlan had never been the most peaceful person in the room, but it was safe to say after everything that had happened, his stress level was approaching a warning zone "I don't want to waste time talking about incompetents. I need campaign updates, Sylvie, time is running out, things are happening, and no one on your team is telling me anything" he stated, just the right amount of pressure in his words. "I need to get rid of this Delano, okay? I need this to happen. So get everything you can on him. Every information. I don't give a shit if this is illegal or not. Just make it happen. Subtly, of course."

"Now about the personal assistant. I had one, but unfortunately I had to fire her after I started seeing Sanem. If you have recommendations, you can make me a list, I trust your requirements." Influential people always hire based on referrals, and it was a fact that would never change "It has to be a woman, they are always more organized. Average woman. I don't want to deal with Sanem having a temper tantrum" the mention of Giovanni made him stop for a few minutes, unable to even formulate a complete sentence "No. Deafening silence" Lachlan admitted, releasing the breath he hadn't even realized he was holding in his lungs "I'm fucked"

#ft. sylvie

genevievericci

Genevieve: Hello. Happy? Genevieve: Yes, hence why I was keeping it sort and sweet, Lachlan, darling. Would you prefer it if I started flirting? Genevieve: A nude? Hm? Genevieve: Five minutes. I'm staying at the Mayfair. Temporarily.

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Lachlan: As if the tone of your message would make any difference, it remains a mistake. Bad habit suits better Lachlan: Are you still staying at the Mayfair after everything that happened? Lachlan: Unbelievable Lachlan: And people say I'm the cynical one Lachlan: It's not a trap, right? I'm trying really hard to trust you here

#ft. genevieve.

fenderbryne

Where: City Hall

Who: @ncrcissism

Fender knew it was about making connections and setting himself up in certain standings. The time he had spent getting to know Lachlan was one that would benefit him in the long run. It also reminded him of home and the people he surrounded himself with back in New York.

"I have an appointment with Mr. Pierce." Azure hues flash down at his secretary, her head nodding towards the closed office door.

Knuckles rap on the door, waiting to be invited in before opening the door.

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Before hearing Fender's voice coming from the corridor, the man had doubts whether the other would actually appear. The doubt being replaced by another question - what was the real reason for him to be there. They didn't know other well enough, but taking into account what he had already seen, they didn't have much in common other than being men of average height and magnetic light eyes.

In Fender's case, hanging out with his new friend, who happens to be a billionaire, wasn't a sacrifice, but Lachlan couldn't help but wonder if he was the right person to take to The Raven. The mayor opened the office door, nodding "Fender, you made it! Come in" he said, entering the room again "I'm just waiting for a paperwork that I need to sign and we can go. Whiskey?"

#ft. fender

sanemkaplan

Where: Pierce Manor Who: @ncrcissism

Sanem knew this was going to be an awkward conversation, but she knew it was one that they needed. She knew all the many ways of how to get into his home going unnoticed, making her way through the kitchen, knowing she could find him in his study.

A smile crosses her features at the sight of him sitting in his chair.

"You are still in one piece." The assassin makes herself comfortable on his lap, arms wrapping around his neck.

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"Whatever that means," he admitted, the shadow of an awkward smile playing softly across his tired features. For what seemed like an eternity, Lachlan just remained silent, arms locked tight around Sanem's delicate frame in a tender hug. There was a lot to say. Giving explanations was never an easy conversation - and the man knew it would be even harder to bear the shame of looking into her eyes while exchanging all those secrets.

"We should talk" stated, breaking the silence "And I know it's very selfish of me to want you to stay by my side no matter what - I know it sounds like guilt trip, it isn't, I'm being the most honest I've ever been. If you leave me, it's over for me. You're all I have"

#ft. sanem.

genevievericci

Texting - Lachlan.

Genevieve: We really need to talk. I'd prefer not to do it in person, honestly. Genevieve: Can you stomach a facetime? Genevieve: Damage control. Major.

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Lachlan: Don’t be rude, Gene, say hello

Lachlan: You know, texting is already a bad idea

Lachlan: Facetime. When?

#ft. genevieve.

garethamm

THIS IS SO

#[ l. pierce > visage ]#UGH

50shades

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#[ l. pierce > musing ]

sylviexgarza

Closed: @ncrcissism – Reviewing schedules with Lachlan.

If someone would have told Sylvie she'd be working out of the desert five years ago, she would have laughed in their face. Being in the hub of Manhattan was all she ever dreamed of since she was a little girl. The bright lights, the fancy restaurants, the views of Central Park, and an assortment of cafés to grab coffee from. It was lively and chaotic and everything that she could ever want to be a part of. Her trajectory to her current position was certainly not linear. Somehow she came into the line sight of the Pierces. Hopping from father and now to son.

"I need your final approval for December's schedule Lachlan..." she said walking into his office watching him like a hawk. There were a lot of things she was juggling not only with Lachlan's schedule, but that of the Enterprise, and even some personal stuff. However, with the whole Dante charity ball shit show, it was only a matter of time before someone else's dirty laundry was aired. Her bosses didn't seem too bad of an option. "Also have you had any more anonymous messages?"

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Lachlan motioned for Sylvie to sit down once the woman entered the room, letting out a sigh of frustration as he ended the call, placing his phone on the table. “Block James from my personal calls, the reason we have multiple phones is precisely so I don’t have to talk to idiots directly” he admitted, taking a look at the schedule and nodding his head “I want you with me in the meeting next week, I won’t talk to the media alone from now on” he returned the agenda, taking a sip in his macchiato “I also need to go to New York next week, personal matters, Sanem is going with me so get me one of my jets please, darling”

The man straightened his posture in the chair after her mention of the anonymous messages, the weight of the sharp gaze directed at Sylvie “Please lower your tone, we don't know who else might be listening. Besides, the situation at the Charity Gala was a clear enough message, don't you think? I'm glad to know that at least I'm not the only one whose life has been turned upside down. Needless to say, this will ruin my campaign.”

#ft. sylvie #sorry for the delay im a mess

FMK: Gen, Sanem, Esme.

“Uh - I can’t touch that. You know”

#[ honesty hour ]

Would you ever date Genevieve? I'd say she's more experienced than your current gf.

“Genevieve is married”

#[ honesty hour ]

Are you happy with who you are?

“I believe everybody has something to improve. It depends on each person’s point of view”

#[ honesty hour ]

Are you insecure?

“Why would I be? I’m a billionaire”

#[ honesty hour ]

Do you see a future for yourself and Sanem?

“Why call me out like that? But to answer your question, we’re good, one step at a time, just like everything in life. Now, if you are one of the guys in her DM, you can back out”