#(rafael.)

[libbystcwart]

Mr. Bardales, thank you for letting me have the opportunity to work for you. I know I've only just started, but I'm excited for all of the projects we have already on deck. I just wanted to ask about something really quickly - should we bring our own mug for the coffee pot or is it a communal thing where we can all share? @rafaelcb

[valemarigold]

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone driving with that many dogs in their backseat. There really had to be, what, five, six heads sticking out of that truck’s window?”

“Must be nice.” 

[lolaklein]

Rafael Cabrera was a name that had become very familiar to Lola in her time at her time at Interpol. The man had a finger in every pie and his name in countless files, but despite the Chief’s best efforts there was no real evidence against him. Lola had been enlisted to revitalize their efforts, no doubt with the expectation that she would perform some technical wizardry, but had instead opted to simply make an appointment with him.

Enter Sadie Branson: freelance computer programmer and newly minted cryptocurrency millionaire, in need of an expert’s guidance. No disguise, very little acting. Truthfully, she had expected having a false identity to be a tad more exciting.

“Mr. Cabrera,” she said as she was ushered into his office. “Thanks for meeting me on such short notice.”

@rafacabrera​

[silvercurrents]

Rafael peers down over the brick wall, unsure if he sees what they’re talking about or not. 

“That’s what you lost? All the way down there?” 

[ofstarharbor]

Location: Outside the local bar Time: 12:00am or later

He’s on the cusp of buzzed and drunk, just enough to still have his senses with him, but enough that he’s lost track of time. Rafael doubts it’s that late, but it’s the first time he decides to check his phone since he stepped into the bar a couple hours ago. He turned his phone off in the face of it, not wanting to get any phone calls from his wife, asking him to come home. Just the thought of his actions twist guiltily in his stomach, and it worsens when his phone turns on to show just how late it is, and how he has six missed calls – all from his wife.

“Shit...” His voice is barely there, more hidden in his sigh than anything. He leans against the wall just outside the bar, beer still in hand as he tries to decide between calling her back, or stretching the time as long as he can.

[operativequotes]

CALLIE: My kink is when people care about my feelings and what I have to say.

RAFAEL: Too unrealistic. Settle for bondage like the rest of us.

[libbystcwart]

Hey! I was talking to Cage earlier about wanting to kind of work with you about staging houses for your real estate business, and I was hoping to see if you would need anything like that. I have a portfolio if you'd like to look over that, plus I've worked a lot over the years with others on their houses. I'm Libby, by the way! @rafaelcb