↦ closed starter / @brennacabrera ↦ location: brenna's office @ applause entertainment hq
Working at a company not only partially run by your father, but entirely run by your whole ass family (or what felt like it) made some days a little harder than others. It was especially terrible when your father was on a rampage about some tweet you'd shared that specifically targeted the long-standing establishments holding power over smaller, more inclusive organizations. Which, to be fair, wasn't entirely what Marti had been trying to do... She'd just been drunk and very excited about whatever comment was being made in the moment.
Sneaking into Brenna's office hadn't been easy, but she knew her dad was down in the studios looking for her, so she took this opportunity to head upstairs instead. "Hola prima," she said with a drawn out tone that sold her out. Shutting the door behind her, Marti headed over to a chair opposite the desk. "I need you to do me a favor. Papá is on the war path right now and he might be looking for yours truly. Any chance you can hide me under your desk for the next, say, eight to ten years? I'm too pretty to die young."