For: @meaganfinley He’d been out and about in Belgravia the whole morning, all for the satisfaction of catching a British notable exiting a house that clearly wasn’t his. Sometimes, the job really resembled what he figured would be a private investigator’s duty. He didn’t mind it so much. Waiting around left him time to organize his afternoon intervention, also in Belgravia. Good thing with assholes and important people : they often ended up living in the same neighborhoods.
The cheater caught in 4k and the pictures sent to the office, he’d stepped out of the car for a smoke break, and resting his arse on the back of the bench, taken a look at the woman heading his way, ready to serve her a smile and a greeting. Instead, he’d recognized her, and the smile didn’t falter away, but grew from polite to the shit eating type. “Mrs Finley? Have you finally decided to divorce? Shopping for a house, aren’t we?”