#moneyisfor

[sapphirescales]

     “you really that that, what? you can just pretend that this isn’t a part of you?” raven scoffs at him. “you’re going to pretend that you’re one of them? i hate to be the one to crush your hopes and dreams, but you’re never going to be one of them. even when you didn’t know you were a mutant, you weren’t really one of them, were you?”

SC. & ------ @moneyisfor !

[ferrouse-blog]

she looks the man once over with a roving eye and clicks her teeth. ‘ wish i had a pretty penny to spend on suits like that.      -- wish that i could wear suits. ’  / @moneyisfor.

[ruinaa-archive-blog]

          ( @moneyisfor !! )

          “i’ve seen you before, haven’t i?”

          she doesn’t know many people who wear suits like that -- and she doesn’t particularly like it, either -- and she’s good at remembering faces, even in passing. still, she takes another moment to give him a good once-over like she needs to be sure, even though by now, she’s already placed him.

          “on the way out of jakob’s.”

[synthmama]

@moneyisfor

             “And I suppose this is where I’d comment on how the tables have turned, isn’t it?” She sets a file down. Turns it over, in fact, obscuring it from prying eyes, before reclining in her seat. Quinn won’t offer him to sit--knows he will, anyways. Draper is a man that takes and commands, not asks for permission. She’ll humor that aspect to him-----for now. People always play nicer when they feel they’re in control.

                                                “What brings you to my office?”

[sapphirescales]

happy birthday ya reprobate

THANKS YA DEGENERATE

[sapphirescales]

& ---- @moneyisfor !

     “it’s almost like you don’t have anywhere else to be.” the words, a cruel drawl brought on by another harsh training session leaving her shoulder bruised and throbbing, accompany the clash of her keys on the countertop. “let me guess, he’s gone out to buy wine?”

[schemebig-blog1]

well, that was very interesting.

not accepting the requested documents. faxed in by moneyisfor.

              ‘ am i surprised?  no. i’m a pretty interesting guy. ’  the executive winks, mirth marooned upon the nurtured charm that rests within the slack of shoulders and hands in pockets as if this is all a game to him. it is, a passing breeze. he makes it look easy because it is to him. can’t blame a man for doing what he does best.  ‘ you should see the bi-annual yield we get on forty five wall street. but their hedge fund unit doesn’t do ours justice, if i’m being honest. ’