#chat:adam

[ccogsworth]

who: claude & @beastlyadam​ where: adam’s office

There were times when Claude loved working with his best friends, and there were others when their business arrangements made it difficult to be honest with Adam.  He had Adam call him to remind him when to leave to meet, which seemed to be the best solution to keep Claude from being chronically late. He met Adam in his office, nodding his head in greeting as he entered and taking a seat across from his friend's desk. "Afternoon, sir," he said curtly; this wasn't going to be an enjoyable hour for either of the two, and he didn't want to set the tone otherwise. That was the expectation he always had when it came to these meetings, unless Adam himself turned the tide toward the positive. "Is there anything you'd like to discuss before I get started with items on my agenda?" Cogsworth asked, pulling his notepad out from his briefcase. “I didn’t do anything wrong, did I? You know you can tell me, if I have. I’ve always done my best to do right by you and the rest of this business, you know that, obviously.”

[claudecogsworth]

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It was a bit urgent, the way that Adam had messaged Claude saying that they needed to talk. He had no idea what it could be about, but needless to say, he was prepared for the worst about the business. He’d been actively looking for strategies to make things turn more positive, but they just hadn’t been coming to him, especially not with the distractions of pride month. Claude received a sharp knock on his door, having invited Adam over so that he himself couldn’t be late. Adam had warned him to have drinks ready, and Claude shoved a glass of whiskey in his friend’s hand as he opened the door. “I have to ask--this isn’t anything that I did, right? I don’t recall tarnishing the reputation of the business in the past week since I’ve seen you.”

[jayynash-blog]

@fishchipsandmusic replied to your post “What are your Valentine's Day plans?”

That's actually A GREAT IDEA.

Right? It’s also fun to people watch during Valentine’s Day dinner. Especially in New York.

[claudecogsworth]

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“Whiskey would be grand.” It was better than Blaise’s questioning on who the man was or why he would be meeting him in the first place. Claude didn’t like to disclose any of his romantic endeavors with friends, which he knew wasn’t the best practice, but neither of them really asked, either. It was a don’t ask, don’t tell arrangement that he tried to keep up his end of. “You don’t need to know, it’s quite fine. Nothing’s official, and you know I won’t introduce anyone until then,” Claude reminded him. “You know, we should talk about this Hopper fellow and his deal while we’re at it, before you make any final decisions. I heard he and our supplier, the Dreyfus girl, are in business together. Rather odd, don’t you think? What do you suppose the two of them have going on? I didn’t pin her for someone who was involved in all of that.”

[claudecogsworth]

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Things had actually begun to pick up at the restaurant over the holidays, and it felt like Adam and Claude actually had something to celebrate in the new year. It seemed like Blaise’s settling down with Meg proved profitable, as there weren’t as many customers concerned about the safety of their food any longer. “Cheers, mate,” he said as he approached his friend with a glass of scotch. “Let’s try and skip the part where our business almost goes under this year, yeah?” Claude joked, taking a sip from his glass. “Thank you for putting up with me for another year. Is Belle around here somewhere? You two going to share a ... smooch at midnight, or whatever they call it?” he teased, a smirk forming. With both of his best friends dating now, he had to make fun of them while he still could.

[claudecogsworth]

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There had been enough drama at the bonfire that Claude wasn’t expecting a second blow. He had barely gotten over the thought of his best friends becoming fathers that he hadn’t expected a sanitary crisis to be the next issue on the table. He was done with the formalities, bursting into his friend’s office with nothing more than a huff. “I can’t,” he said simply, throwing his bag on the chair that he would’ve sat in if he’d been a little less frustrated. “I haven’t gone through the numbers yet, but I guess we’re going to have to get a sanitation worker in here to certify that we’re operating normally and cleanly, right?” Claude placed his hands on the back of the chair with his bag on it, leaning forward. “I don’t know what to do. I know he’s our best friend, but I feel like we need to ... I don’t know, put him in a cage or something so that he can’t even speak to women anymore. He needs to quarantine until this stupid blog comes up with something else to talk about.”

[claudecogsworth]

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There were times when Claude loved working with his best friends, and there were others when their business arrangements made it difficult to be honest with Adam. Lately, this seemed to be the case with Blaise's performance, and Cogsworth had been dreading this meeting for a while. He had Adam call him to remind him when to leave to meet, which seemed to be the best solution to keep Claude from being chronically late. He met Adam in his office, nodding his head in greeting as he entered and taking a seat across from his friend's desk. "Afternoon, sir," he said curtly; this wasn't going to be an enjoyable hour for either of the two, and he didn't want to set the tone otherwise. "Is there anything you'd like to discuss before I get started with items on my agenda?" Cogsworth asked, pulling his notepad out from his briefcase.