#mia 002.

[saldelacruz]

where: summit towers who: @brckenways (mia) & salvador de la cruz

“Tell me—have any of our people been brought in for questioning?” He meant the underlings, mostly. Everyone whose face he could name was accounted for, but it was the ones on the fringes that worried him—anyone green enough to crack under pressure if the cops pushed too hard. Salvador adjusted his cufflinks, gaze fixed on the city lights beyond Mia’s office window. “None of ours were poisoned. That’s got to be a red flag in their eyes.” His tone carried more bite than doubt, though in truth, these days he was finding out just how much he didn’t know about what went on in the dark. “They’ll take that as proof we had a hand in it, no matter how clean we are. What have you heard?”

[nolanfitz]

where: the heritage vault art exhibition who: @brckenways (mia) and nolan fitzpatrick

"You ever think of wearin' something like this to court?" Nolan called out as Mia came into view, his tone playful, eyes dragging over the outfit that was almost too good—too deliberate not to be designer or tailored to perfection. His finger made a lazy gesture toward the ensemble. “Might have a better time distractin' the jury from that scowl’a yours—kidding,” he added quickly, hand lifted in mock surrender, the glint in his eye betraying how much he wasn't sorry. A smug chuckle followed, the kind that always walked the line between charming and insufferable. “But truly—you look good, lass. Stunnin’, really.” His voice softened just enough to make it sincere. “Your night goin’ well, I hope? Got all your NDAs signed and notarized ahead of time?”