#beckheiress

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He was a mess emotionally and mentally. It was so excruciatingly tiring, so always have to put on the mask of perfection when inside, your world and your walls and everything else was just crumbling. Jamie felt as though potentially seeing her in the woods or on the planes was going to be the hardest thing about trying to move on. Alex had moved on from him but she hadn’t moved physically. The size of Montana might have been massive, but the circles in which they travelled were much smaller. It was better for Harper in that respect. At least Travis was in Texas or somewhere else ninety percent of his life…

Jamie hadn’t meant to chase her off. Not as such. It was always hard for him to socialize normally when a good half of his remaining family wanted nothing to do with him. “We’ll definitely talk later.” He even looked earnest. This was the best thing to happen to him in days, maybe weeks. Maybe longer. He came around his desk, taking his phone from the blotter on his desk as he passed, coming to stand close to her. “Let me make sure I have yours. I’d hate to mistake a call from an unmarked number as potential spam when it's...very clearly you. Not an ounce of spam." He huffed a laugh. A bit awkward. Endearing, his mother would have said. “And then I’ll walk you out.”

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Holden was always holding out hope when there seemed to be little to none left. He was so young when he’d made the decision that anywhere with anyone else was better than his baby sister growing up in that house with him. Without their mother. With a father that seemed to like to take out anything that he possibly could on his kin. He was glad that bastard was dead, now. He pulled a cigarette out of the smashed up box in his pocket. Glanced up and offered her without a word. He didn’t even know if she smoked. He just tried not to forget his manners.

Just because he’d made the decision to let Cara go didn’t mean he was going to overlook how they took her from him. How they were treating him now… John had told him to get off the property. Made it pretty damn clear that he couldn’t control Cara anymore – no, that time had long since come and gone; it was debatable if he’d ever had it, to hear other people tell it – and Holden could see her anywhere but there. Well. If John wanted to piss in his cheerios, Holden was damn well going to sit there and loiter and talk to a pretty young lady, and poke the bear…

“So…” He started in as he led them over to a picnic table outside the bunkhouse and set the beer down that she’d given him, tossed down the package of Parliaments he had. “Ya feel like talkin’ ‘bout why ya might have been on their shitlist?” He smirks, cigarette hanging expertly from his lips as he talks. “No pressure. Jus’ figurin’ as we sit here shootin’ the shit we could air whatever dirty laundry we might wan’… Ball’s n’yer court, Harper.”

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Beth couldn’t really care less about what happened to the slightly younger blonde in front of her. The middle female child of the Dutton clan was the very definition of predator. She was a wolf and a viper at the very least and couldn’t help the thought that if whoever existed up there could have had his way, she’d have venom in her glands and acid for blood. Hell, she already convinced herself she did.

“I’m sure you’ll have very little trouble getting what you want out of him.” Beth’s eyes slid over Harper and behind, seeing John and Rip in the front on the walk. She was standing from her chair and as she slipped past Harper, her eyes locked again on the other’s. “I bet it’ll feel good to use him, though… After all that business with Travis. Daddy heard. Passed it on. Men always kiss and tell, one way or another. We’re the ones that hold all the secrets. We’re the gatekeepers.”

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Senator Afsaneh Shokri Madani shot lasers that could kill with her eyes, even when she didn’t mean to. It was a natural affect, and one, as people liked to remind her, that had people shitting their pants even when they hadn’t done anything punishable by any law she could cite. The silence ran thick between them as the native Indian from India and Persian women stared at the blonde before her. Arms were not folded across her desk as she leaned over it, knuckles to elbows like two parallel lines. A barrier, in effect. Protecting whom, was up for debate.

“I notice you didn’t say good afternoon, which leads one to believe there’s nothing quite good about it… Accuracy means everything in this business and if it’s not pleasant, I can’t understand why we don’t just say that. The world would be a simpler place if we could tell people to fuck all the way off.” There’s a gentle smirk on the brown woman’s lips. She’s beautiful by every definition of the word, even if she may see herself as rather mannish at times. The hand was taken, shaken, and released without so much as a smile. She could appreciate the younger woman’s countenance. She held herself well. It didn’t go unnoticed by someone who had to fight her way to the top simple because of her sex and the color of her skin. “I know what you’d like and I know what I would like to say to a request like that. As much as I enjoy the massive elephant testicles you walked in here with to ask it…” She paused. “Beck. Beck… Where have I heard that name before?” It was rhetorical. She had a memory like a steel trap. “Ah, yes. I do remember. The name of the two brothers who paid for two women to be attacked and nearly raped and a child to be abducted from his home and sold to some Neo-Nazis. No relation, I presume.”

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“I’m not sure I know what just happened, but I’m pretty sure last night those weren’t the words on your pretty lips, Miss Beck.” He sits there like he’s God’s gift, a cocky but charming smile on his mouth. Amusing in its way. It doesn’t take but one moment of silence between his words and her potential reply to hear Colby from the other room.

         “For God’s sake, leave that literal lady, alone! This looks like Beauty and the Beast to you, but it’s not!”

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“And do try not to stick your dick in it, Daniel. Shit’s fucked enough already. Thank you. Bye bye, now.” She sang the end into the open line just before hanging up, as if that might make up for the crude way in which she’d talked to...whoever Daniel was. She was not sorry for it. And wouldn’t lose any sleep tonight.

The pad of her index finger came up off the switch hook as a pretty young blonde came in the door of the office. Regardless of whether or not the other female had heard the end of that particularly colorful conversation, Afsaneh Madani, Senator for the great state of Montana, made no attempt to address it. A perfectly manicured eyebrow arched in solitary. A voice like liquid velvet, deep and laid over a smoker’s gravel, with a heavy Indian or Middle Eastern type accent, came back and filled the room. “Well? I am a busy woman and I don’t have all day, darling... Perhaps you’d like to sit and talk about whatever the bloody fuck you’d like to discuss? Any time now. And if not, the least you can do is stop staring at me like you’ve never seen a vulgar brown person before... I understand we’re like unicorns, but now that you’ve seen one...”

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❛ It’s not bad, it just vaguely tastes like a felony. ❜ - from harper/beckheiress to jamie!

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Jamie's eyes found hers and his brows furrowed deep until the lines and wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and mouth seemed more deep valleys in the Sahara than worry lines on someone's face. "Jesus. You know you shouldn't say shit like that to me. To any lawyer. We take our 'vaguely tastes like a felony' just as serious as the 'actual felony' behaviors." But then he surprised her with a smile. "But perhaps you should tell me anyway so I know how I can help..."