#zachinteraction

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@depayse-flaneuse

This... isn’t the first time. Zach had always liked the fact that he could break into someone’s home easily - it was a trivial thrill for him even though now it was made easier with the devices Max had tinkered for him. The door clicked open easily. Zach quirked a small smile as he twisted the doorknob with ease and let himself inside. He was never someone who was curious about another’s living quarters - still, he did give a look around. Nothing that interests him - just as expected. Cerulean hues scanned through the living room - it was fairly neat. Now all he had to do was wait. 

His ears perked up when footsteps drew closer. The person he intended to visit had finally arrived. “Ah, there you are,” he greeted her, chin jutted out as if to say she was late. “I was wondering if you’d ever come back,” he lamented, before taking a drag from his cigarette. “I hope you don’t mind me breaking into your liquor cabinet. I was..... getting bored....” Zach took a sip of the whiskey he had poured himself before addressing the woman again. “Needed to fill in the time.” The confusion in her features were expected and Zach spoke without giving her a chance to protest. “The name’s Zach Gordon. Gordon, Zach, I don’t really care what you call me.” His gaze was burning through her. “I’m resourceful and... your... front door isn’t as secure as you’d think it is.” Zach gestured at her. “You have made quite a name for yourself. Sit down, Miss LaRue. We have business to discuss.” 

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@skyler-bane​

He was particular especially when it comes to things involving his sister. Granted she had passed and possibly couldn’t care less about flowers but Zach always wanted it to be perfect - at least for him. All he knew that she didn’t have a proper funeral when she passed. He was locked up somewhere, rendered useless when she took her last breath and that knowledge had always haunted him. So he visits her marker back in Devon almost every other week - to pull out weeds, have a silly chat by himself as if Daisy was still alive and well. The girl never lived past the age of 8. It was one of the few secrets Zach had kept to himself, never telling another soul. 

Recently though, it was getting more and more challenging to get the perfect arrangement for the bouquet he’d leave on Daisy’s marker. He had gone to dozens of florists by now and when he chanced upon this one, Zach had to try. “I hope you don’t disappoint, Ms Danvers,” he addressed the florist, giving her a small nod. “It’s rather simple. Just daisies of various colours and baby breaths.” If it was that simple, he wouldn’t be trying out to find new bouquets at every other florist. “If it turns out good, I may just purchase the same arrangement here every week,” he offered. 

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a closed starter for @theking-blackheart-muses

Zach shifted in his seat, questioning his choice of agreeing to this meeting. Meeting at The Black Ruby meant establishing authority and possibly showing intimidation on their part, according to Hal. Thus both parties agreed to meet somewhere neutral to set the tone. Jason Romano had graciously agreed to let them use the biggest suite in The Black Dusk Club and even though the room was more than luxurious, Zach found himself itching to get out. Hal, seated nearby with his legs crossed had been eyeing the Devon-born. He knew his friend's tics like the back of his hand.

"Speak your mind," Zach remarked stoically, flicking his steely hues to his long-time friend. "It'll be good to have alliances in the city," Hal said. There was no malice nor any mischief - just plain facts and it was unlike him to be this serious. "Besides they're one of the oldest around. We wouldn't want to start any unnecessary territorial war." Zach pursed his lips slightly, nodding. Disdain crossed his features although it disappeared almost immediately. "Very well." One of the guards nodded at him, signaling that the Blakewood leader had arrived. "Let him in."

When the other men filed into the room, Zach took it upon himself to stand, nodding at the guests with his hands stashed into his trouser pockets. "Gentlemen," he started - steely blue hues sweeping across their faces. "Before we start, let us know your poison of choice." He nodded to the service crew at the side and canted his head towards the guests. "Do tell my crew what you'd like and then we can settle in."

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closed starter for @cemeterysgirl

"I don't know who the fuck you are, or what you're doing in this room," Zach spoke. His tone was low laced with ice. He had wanted to put in extra security in this room including a retina scanner but delays of course ensued and now he has an entitled intruder on his Chesterfield couch. A muscle in his jaw twitched as he pressed a button from the small remote in his trousers alerting the guards outside. Some people are going to get fired over this. Still, his icy blue gaze took in the woman. Disdain crossed his features. "If you're one of those girls sent by some scumbag trying to seduce me, please know you're not going to get out of this room, alive." A malicious smirk had hooked onto his lips. He had never been tempted by sex, even found it disgusting and unnecessary. Still, his enemies didn't need to know that. "Speak. Or you won't find your tongue soon enough."

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closed starter for @whatsdoneinthedarkness

A notification pinged on his phone and Zach moved slightly to see what it was. Perfect, he mused. The woman is already in the car he had sent for earlier. He knew of the club she worked at but he had always preferred to have business dealings within somewhere he could control and at the Black Sapphire Club, the whole premises is his mini kingdom. If this woman was truly who Max claimed her to be, he'd have someone else he could reply on to give him more tech. The world of cyber crimes is moving fast and Zach had always known in whichever area it is, you have to be ten steps ahead to get what you want.

A good 20 minutes or so went by and another notification pinged. The woman had reached the club. He had personally sent Max and Seraph to escort her up here to the top floor. "Mr. Gordon, Max and Seraph are here with the subject," reported one of his guards. With a slight nod, the doors opened. Zach gestured at them to enter and made a signal for his two runners to leave. When it was just the two of them left in the room, Zach finally spoke. “You have made quite a name for yourself. Sit down, Miss Mooney. We have business to discuss.” He made a move to the liquor cabinet and opened it. "What's your poison?"