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[amarvelousmencgerie]

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It had been a miniute since he had sat down with his lawyer. After using the gauntlet, and damn near almost not surviving it...He figured it was a good idea to get in and see him. With his arm in a sling, and still covered, glove and all to cover the still healing scarred hand and arm that bored the gauntlet. Walking into the office He bee lined for the chair. "Afternoon Branson. Thanks for clearing a few hours." Letting out a sigh, he rubbed his face with his hand. Obviously having not gotten much sleep.

[griimarch]

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The woman raised a brow, he seemed quite sure of himself, though most men she met usually were. Gemma dwindled it down to the everlasting male pissing contest, shrugging it off she nodded. “Okay, good” she nodded and watched as he examined her. What was he trying to figure out? Maybe it was the case she was coming to him with. “Cause usually boasting about yourself like that tends to lead people to believe you aren't as good as you claim." She smirked, taking a ever so small jab at this man's ego. "Tony, wow, you must be good if you can get him out of the crap he gets into... Though I'm sure that's corporate stuff.. Mine is more street stuff."

"For now, you can call me Grim. Until we get to the important stuff. So, the problem, hypothetically, is that say I was hired for my job, to kill off a witness for a mob boss.. You know guy sees something and is gonna snitch, the whole nine. Right? Well say I kill him, and mind you this guy is a bad guy too, could you get me off scot-free? Saying I did the community a favor. Hell, I'll even kill the mob boss."

[amarvelousmencgerie]

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It wasn't often that Anders Industry had galas in the city of Boston but tonight Anthony Anders was celebrating his only daughter finally getting her dream of attending Harvard with a path for pre med. There were so many reporters and other people waiting to get a good look at the girl no one had seen rumored to either in an elite boarding school in Europe or he hid her on their family Ranch in Oklahoma.

Kara hated being in any city but Boston always rubbed her the wrong way. One, everyone talked with such a strange accent and two you just never saw the stars. She'd come to look at Harvard a few times before finally deciding she would take their offer and that's what got her in this dress she was sure had been painted on. SHe loved Valentino, though, so she'd suffer for one night.

Kara missed her best friend in moments just like these. Wyatt always made sure that she wanted to talk to people although, back home it wasn't quite like this. There was something absolutely terrifying about having men and women come through on a red carpet and take pictures. Whenever she had to deal with her father's fame, the more she was happy that he'd kept her out on the ranch in Oklahoma. Sure you could go into Tulsa on a Friday night, go dancing, drink a few pretty drinks and then most found someone to go home with. This though, this was another level of gratudius money spending. She hated it and just really didn't understand.

As she hit her mark on the carpet, there was a moment of silence before everyone started asking question and snapping pictures. She should have brought escort but she's getting to the age that if they see her with anyone, they'll have pictures taken too and she'd never want to really do that to anyone.

It was one right after another, then another question and all she wanted to do was get away from the press area that stood right next to the largest bar and now she understood why. The more anxious she became from the reports, the more her hands ran over the thick expensive satin. In mind she thought asking about her dress was a better use of time than asking who she was fucking. God, maybe she should have told Wyatt and fucked him. Then she could tell them about her sexy cowboy who was the real thing.

For the first time ever, she started to feel sick almost and just down right terrible. Sucking in a deep breath her head felt light and it shouldn't. Kara's breakfast was nothing like at home but she also wasn't going to spend hours out with the cattle either. She was pressing her smile when suddenly the attention of the cameras shifted just slightly to a man now standing next to her. She looked up and she was quite postive had stepped right off the cover of GQ and was standing next to her. She couldn't look away and then he smiled down at her and she thought she was going to melt. It didn't take her long to realize that his arm was behind her, flat ofhis warm hand rested on her naked back. Getting herself back together she finally heard the questions were going off rapid fire.

The last one that was answered before they walked away, caught her off guard but would keep them looking for information and away from asking her more questions. Once they were at the bar he ordered a drink and she grabbed the edge and let out a huge sigh. "God that was fuckin' horrible. What the holy hell did my fuckin' have anythang to do with me gettin' an acceptance letter to Harvard." She waved the bartender over. "Can you get me two fingers of Johnny Blue Label neat please." He nodded and moved towards their top shelf area. She ran her hands down her newest piece of true vintage Americana and then look up at the man.

"So Mister GQ, himself livin' and breathin', did you just ellude that the two of us are see'n where this thang is takin' us but we don't wanna put label on thangs? I'm pretty sure that's what you were sayin' but I have ta' say, it worked." She took the whiskey from bar, still watching him watch her and she chuckled before shooting the whiskey down in one drink, then asked the bartend for a single of the same with water plus a touch of sweet and sour before her eyes went back to him. "You GQ, tomorrow when they say I'm secretly dating Mr. Hotstuff . Well I assume they'll know your name. " She leaned in close her breath dancing over the delicate skin of his ear. "Thank name that's just right there on the tip of my tongue."

Kara let her tongue lick over her crimson lips at the mention of it pulling back from him. "Since I'm dating you now, do I at least get to know the secret of Mr. GQ's real identity or are you like James Bond love'em and leave'em with just a memory of your code name.. GQ."

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[amarvelousmencgerie]

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They'd been having tea in the cutest little cafe she'd ever seen. It wasn't exactly a place that Oliver would pick for himself but it was exactly the kind of ambiance that she loved. She could see that there was something going on in his mind and she wondered if it had to do with work or her brother's election coming up. Becca knew that Kara had put a lot of time and energy into his campaign which put more of her company on Oliver. He'd been working such long hours that she was starting to worry but he'd told her that this day was theirs. Still, something was a little off.

Biting down on her lower lip, she sighed. "Did you see that the bookstore next door sold. I was going to put a bid in on it next week once they got all the paperwork for my back military pay and social security. You should see how the other elderly people look at me when I'm in there... I didn't really care because I wanted my store."

There was a bit of disappointment in her features as she picked up her tea and took a long sip. "Do you think that I'll be able to find another one that perfect? I don't know because Kara said that sites like that are getting bought up and sold for places like this one."