#sageryans

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text → adrian & sage

adrian: your supervisor won't be a problem anymore.

[destrvctivebeavty-blog]

"i can’t have this conversation with you.” lex held her phone up to her ear, her voice in a hushed tone. in her battles with new vegas, lex had developed a lot of shady connections. there was a lot of toxicity to wade through, and with the fire? lex couldn’t exactly avoid it. it was a part of her now, the poison of power running through her veins though... it gave her a rush that no drug could ever compete with. “i’ll call you when i get back to the office.” she spoke to the person on the other end, her eyes meeting the girl in front of her -- the hostess from hades, she was pretty sure that her name was some sort of spice, but she couldn’t be bothered to remember which one, so she’d call her cinnamon for now. she shoved her phone into her pocket and looked at the girl, “is there something on my face?” she asked, an eyebrow raised. / @sageryans

[oldcabcts]

     after receiving a scathing review from a certain hard-to-please critic, adrian storms into the kitchen, prepared to throttle everyone responsible. ‘ where is lindström? ’ scarlet with fury, he makes his intentions clear. pots and pans clatter to the linoleum as he whips his gaze about, until finally settling on a prep cook who hadn’t the courtesy to tremble. snatching a scrap of pepper from the cutting board and pinching it between his fingers, he uses a trained eye to examine the handiwork. not bad — if he were running an applebee’s off the freeway. mediocre knife skills had no place in the kitchen of adrian cabot. ‘ my niece could slice a better chiffonade, ’ he growls, flinging the offending pepper out of sight. ‘ and she’s four. ’ that searing stare cools as it falls upon the real reason he’d made a target of the young man. as he circles back towards the incompetent employee, his tone becomes eerily calm. ‘ perhaps you should spend a little less time chatting up my hostess and a little more practicing the skills i hired you for. ’

@sageryans

[oldcabcts]

[text] I just saw you leave with her.

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[  text  :  sage  ]  :  nothing happened.[  text  :  sage  ]  :  she’s an investor, sage. it’s my job to make her feel special.[  text  :  sage  ]  :  if it were up to me, you’d be the one i was leaving with… but the world is a cruel place, and that’s coming from a man who was just pledged a half million.

[oldcabcts]

[text] I can’t stop thinking about you.

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[  text  :  sage  ]  :  there are no words to describe how badly i want to hear you say that face to face. when can i see you? say the word and i’ll send a car.

[oldcabcts]

[text] Come over. With condoms.

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[  text  :  sage  ]  :  i’m assuming this is yet another case of drunken phone thievery.[  text  :  sage  ]  :  you really ought to set a passcode. or find better friends.[  text  :  sage  ]  :  i’d hate to start holding you to these demands…

[jsinclairs-blog]

❛ Trying to make a run for it? ❜

“me? run?” julian forced a laugh before smiling at sage, “i don’t do that.” it was a lie, but as close as he and sage were? she didn’t know his whole back story. the only person who really did was sutton, and that was because she was his little sister who had been there through it all. “i’m just...” he stalled as he looked at his half thrown together duffel bag, “going on a quick trip home. stuff came up... urgent stuff.”

[jsinclairs-blog]

[text] Do you know where I am?

[ text ] last time you texted me it was barely readable

[ text ] but by using my skills of deduction... i’d say you’re possibly at clovers? maybe space if you were feeling extra classy?