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@mvsquerades / for faye

harsh settled into the seat beside faye with a muffled sigh. he’d been well behaved at the ball, as far as his track record for these types of events tended to go, but was nevertheless still battling a minor headache. not the worst, all things considered, but he doubted faye would be offering him any sympathies.

“morning,” he mumbled over his coffee, shoulders hunched together in his seat. “you know, every time i manage to forget how up their own arses monarchies are, someone says something to me and i’m reminded all over again. how was your evening last night?”

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@dsappointments​ / for sam

harsh was every part the picture of a perfect investor – pressed suit, mussed hair, and twin thumbprints underneath his eyes. something about vc’s always gave them the air of living halfway between exhilaration and exhaustion. it suited harsh well enough. late nights combing over files were easily excused with meetings or early calls. he was a busy, busy man, after all.

“sam!” he clapped him on the shoulder a touch firmer than strictly necessary. “just the man was looking for around here.”

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@gllded​ / for jodha

ah, the maharani. harsh couldn’t say he was familiar with her beyond faye’s scribbled notes and the odd bbc headline, but even that was enough to put them on edge for their meeting – all, naturally, under the pretense of his vested interest in karnataka’s blossoming start-up community.

“i can’t thank you enough for agreeing to meet with me on such short notice,” he smiled at her. he had everything he needed in front of him, save the confidence to pull this all off.

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@gldenthorns​ / for edward

harsh was, frankly, rather surprised that edward agreed to meet with him outside of the palace. he’d been operating under the impression that edward was near incapable of ever taking a day off. nevertheless, he settled into his seat with practiced ease.

“so,” he starts, never the conversationalist. “faye tells me you’ve been clued in on our – business endeavors?”

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@sonnetss​ / for josefina

he’d been briefed and briefed again, but harsh still wasn’t entirely sure where josefina fell in this assignment of his and faye’s. perhaps that was a reflection of his own inability to read the fine print than anything. still, he settled into the seat beside her with only a small sigh and flagged down the bartender for a drink.

“so,” he started, lamely, unsure what else to say to broach the topic delicately. “i hear you’re a friend of faye’s.”