&&&&&Too many joy rides in daddy's jaguar

Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce Too many bowls of that green, no lucky charms Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends

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@hayleyxevans

His eyes scan the room as he sees the female in the usual table, he crosses a few people and tries not to bump into them. A huge smile on his face had been permanently showing for the whole day, once he sat down and picked the menu, he took off his sunglasses. Zachary looked up as he smiled, he was happy, last night was great and for once, he was glad he had bumped into someone “How are you?” he wore a pink blazer, a white shirt, jeans and moccasins, it was almost as if he wanted to radiate happiness. An unusual change from his blue, black and grey suits.

Zach leaned back on his chair, a sigh escaping his lips as he set the menu on the table. A dreamy look on his face as he stared at the female “Feel free to order whatever you want if you haven’t yet, Hayley. I’ll pay”

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bartholomewdanes:

While Bart taught primarily kindergarten, he often wandered into the day care during his breaks to meet the children that’d be joining his class next year, and soon became each and ever preschooler’s friends. Including the infamous Maxwell Cambridge, one hell of a kid if you asked Bart. However, for his coworkers, the young boy was a pain in the ass that didn’t have an ounce of manners to him. Which was down right ridiculous from Bart’s perspective, it was his teachers that lacked the manners to get to know Max-a-roo. Just needed a little patience and well good puppet to know that.

While the mother, from his final teacher conference of the night, went to the bathroom real quick, he had one of his students by his side, keeping busy with coloring the best octopus they could draw. A dozens of crayons later, he almost forgotten what he really was doing till a young man sat before him. Luckily, just in the nick of time too, the mother returned, beckoning her son to join her while giving a goodbye wave to Bart.

Before turning his full attention to the young man, he waved back and made a funny to his friend as the boy followed his mother out of the room, giggling and sticking his tongue back at Bart. “So you’re the big brother of Max-a-roo, been wondering if little Max had been pulling my leg.” Bart smiled, taking the younger man’s hand and giving it a warm shake. “I’m Mr. Danes to my friends in these parts, but you can just call me Bart. In fact I insist. Where is my friend anyhow? I was hoping to see him, we never got to finish our block dinosaur today.”  zachcrymillcs

Meeting teachers was not his favorite hobby, he used to bring Max but after he had to sit down and hear them complain about his brother’s behaviour while his brother was in the room, he had made the choice to leave him at home if his roommate was there to watch Max. He didn’t understand why they complained so much, it was their job to watch a two year old and they were hyper and learning about the world, they weren’t supposed to sit down and be in silence. Max ran around and sometimes was rough, but he wasn’t rude or at least wasn’t trying to be.

Zach watched as the woman walked out, he chuckled at the kid giggling. Before focusing his attention back on the male, he hadn’t seen him before and the nickname he gave his brother made him laugh. He was surprised, his brows furrowed in confusion “You’re not angry?” he asked before thinking “I’m sorry Mr. Danes I mean, Bart” he quickly corrected himself, a hand running through his hair “I’m sorry, I usually hear a lot of suggestions and reprimands on Maxell’s behaviour I’m a bit taken aback by the fact you want to see him” he bit down on his bottom lip, his hand fidgeting on the table “He’s currently at home with my roommate, he’s dressed in a frozen costume and singing Let it Go but I’m sure that if he wants to come, I’ll bring him in tomorrow for class”

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valiisms:

      Valerie Evans was a girl on a mission inside NYU. Not that the small girl had anywhere to be, but when she walked, she liked to get there in a timely fashion. Time was not a thing that she had a lot of (( though she wished she did, sometimes she was surprised she could have normal conversations with the lack of sleep she got on some nights )). She was done with classes for the day and she silently thanked her English professor for getting sick because God knew she wasn’t going to get that ridiculous amount of reading done.        Still, even with nowhere to go, Valerie got tunnel vision. It was a bit of an issue that she noticed within her past few years; but being in a well known university in one of the most popular cities in the world, it was something she gained almost for survival. Otherwise she’d get trampled. Coincidently, it was also something she was not very good at avoiding, considering how she was bumped back with an umph.        Valerie eased herself up, tucking a stray strand of loose hair behind her ear, a small smile appearing on her face at his question. “Don’t loose sleep over it, I was the one not watching where I was going. And… not Hayley, actually. Valerie,” she said, pointing at herself. “Hayley’s my twin. Older by a whole eighty-three seconds – but do me a favor and don’t tell her I said that out loud, yeah??”

     Zachary found himself staring, the expression on his face a mixture of confusion and intrigue. He could tell she was different from Hayley, the dressing style, the hair. He met Hayley a few lunches back and once he saw the other woman, similar to her walk by, he thought he had been hallucinating. Maxwell kept him awake, he ran through the colleges finishing work and he drank a lot of coffee. If he wasn’t in front of Valerie, he’d honestly think the other day was a hallucination.

    After a few seconds had passed, he quickly looked down, a small smile on his face as he begged to the sky above that it wasn’t too noticeable that he was, in fact, staring. Running a free hand through his hair, he looked up, calmer “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Valerie” he would’ve offered a hand, but the portfolios were heavy and for once, he felt...shy. His mind was somewhere else, he forgot he was late to the meeting and that he had to deliver his designs “Huh? Uh-Oh! Yeah, I won’t” he chuckled.

    “I didn’t know she had a twin, when I saw you the other day I thought I was hallucinating. Maxwell is keeping me awake and with school and work and I thought I was seeing a ghost and honestly, I-” he stopped himself from blabbering, his cheeks flushing a tone of ink “I’m sorry, I’m just talking crap, I have no idea where that story was going and-” he trailed off “and I have to go to this fashion show preparation thing”

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rcaverly:

Rionette was feeling quite proud of herself with the amount of investors that approached her after the showcase. Lunch had just started and her card case was almost packed. She had finally found a moment to her own, and she took it as a chance to at least fill her stomach with something to satiate her hunger. The woman hadn’t eaten anything since the morning.

Her attention was drawn from her plate to the man when he had clicked his tongue at her. “An hour or so?” She repeated in question, sipping on the drink she had at hand. “You’re assuming I have such luxury, Mister Cambridge. Some of us have work to do.” She bantered, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. Ree wasn’t one to mix her personal matters with business. She didn’t have first hand experience as how that could get messy, but she was careful enough to not have to learn that the hard way. She decided she quite liked the male. Intelligence was always a feature to admire. She had a feeling she’d enjoy having the guy around, even if just for the healthy rivalry they had going on. “I supposed it wouldn’t be a total waste of time in the mean time,” she smiled at him. A genuine kind of smile, but that was kind of hard to tell by the way their conversation was going. “Let me introduce myself properly,” she reached out her hand for him to shake. “Rionette Caverly.” 

Assistant for the day… she repeated the phrase in her head as she pursed her lips to drown a smile. Must be nice, she thought to herself. “You’re quite right, Mister Cambridge. Both of the fact that I’m an intern and that businesses don’t quite have the same respect and professionalism.” She nodded, a small smile gracing her lips. “They gave the presentation to someone they were confident could gain investors. It would be a shame if they just gave it to someone with the right connections but the inability to deliver. ”

He chuckled, before grabbing a shrimp with his fork. Now, he was used to having an hour of lunch and after this, he’d be over with the journey. His job was to gain investors, present the product, eat and then leave. Zach wasn’t in charge of doing the other procedures, he’d hand the numbers and information and focus on other things “And you don’t think I do?” he cocked a brow as he took a bite from his food. He was wealthy, he was a heir, but he wasn’t just someone who happened to have landed a job because of connections. He was doing this for his family, to get closer, this was not his career. His career was in fashion design and he was also, focused on raising his younger brother “Zachary Cambridge” he came out drier than he wanted to, most likely due to the fact that he didn’t like people making assumptions. While it was true that he wasn’t involved in business all the time, it was a lie that he wasn’t busy. 

The male runs a hand through his hair, a small smile appearing on his face “Some companies give interns hard work so they can fuck up and they use that reason to get rid of them, so they don’t look like the bad guy” he shrugs before taking a sip of his drink “I suppose, some of us, the connection people use the experience to learn not to be part of the business” The male had flexible schedules, a better pay than people with higher positions and barely worked, it was all thanks to his family, but this is the reason why exactly, he didn’t want to be part of the business because all would be handed to him. Fashion was something he was passionate about, something he wanted to do and he was working from the bottom up “I assume, being a business woman is your passion. Right? Business is not quite my thing”

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        MEET ✈️  ZACHARY MILLES CAMBRIDGE-ROXE

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@valiisms

Running through the hallways of NYU while wearing a suit, dress shoes and carrying a lot of portfolios wasn’t easy. Specially cause you either got ugly looks or you risked the chance of slipping and falling. He had been sitting in a lecture for twenty minutes after it had ended because his professor just felt inspired to carry on. His designs for his line, his designs for the fashion union’s show, his assignments, Max’s assignments, his job. Zach found himself juggling everything and running around.

Zachary didn’t notice, he didn’t even bother to apologize when he felt himself crashing into someone. He was more worried about the mess he had caused as the portfolios fell, with fabrics and papers on the floor. He quickly kneeled and gathered everything, mentally cussing at himself. His blue eyes quickly looked up as he noticed the female, he felt his cheeks blush a bit with embarrassment and he wished he could hide behind his sunglasses “I’m so sorry” he muttered out as he got up.

“You’re Hayley, right?” he leaned against the wall, shoving things inside the portfolios and shutting them closed “I’m so sorry, I was in such a rush, I didn’t see you. I’m sorry”

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@bartholomewdanes

Zachary fixes his tie as he sits on the Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren, a car too fancy for his liking. He never found himself driving it, preferring the subway instead. Today, however was a special occasion. Another Parents and Teachers meeting where he’d hear complaints about Max and then nod and leave,to find himself cussing in the car which he found more appropriate than to go to the subway and cuss out loud.

He slips his sunglasses to the passenger’s seat and slips out of the car. His steps are slow as he enters the building, the childish posters and paintings along with the toys makes him wonder if people realized Max was a child and as far as he could tell, children liked to play and scream. He was two, not twenty, he barely understood most of what was going on.

He took a deep breath before walking in, finding himself in the presence of a teacher he hadn’t met before. Running a hand through his hair, he sat down, before sticking out a hand “I’m Zachary Cambridge, legal guardian of Maxwell. It’s a pleasure”

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alejarestrepo:

Aleja pouted sympathetically towards Max, mainly at his cuteness. She glanced at Ava, who had calmed enough to suck her thumb, though her face was still tearstained. Aleja reached up and wiped Ava’s cheeks, before turning back to Zach. “I think she’s okay. She’s a little shy so I think you’ve been spared you from her actual outburst. Ava, say hi to Max.” Almost immediately, Ava buried her face into Aleja’s shoulder, turning away from Zach and Max.

Aleja shook Zach’s hand. “Aleja. Is he your son?” She asked, looking between the two of them. They favored each other slightly.

Zach looked as Maxwell hid his face, his head resting on Zach’s chest. He shook his head as a chuckle escaped his lips “I’m glad she is, I was afraid he hurt her. He tends to be really energetic” a small laugh escaped his lips as he heard Max protest “We’re heading towards the building down the street, The Cambridge firm. My cousins are waiting for us and uh he usually doesn’t tag along, but he wanted to today”

He shook his head “He’s my brother, we look quite alike for that. I can see why people think he’s my son” he chuckled, he was used to being asked that. Specially when he attended Mommy & Me classes and found himself being not only the only male, but also the only one getting countless questions about if he was Max’s father or not.

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rcaverly:

It was during moments like these that Ree was reminded how much she hated speaking second, or having to wait her turn in presentations. It just prolonged her agony and anxiety. She was wrong to think this kid was simply a rich airhead as he was much more of a challenge than she had anticipated. She would’ve been impressed if he wasn’t trying to outdo her. She didn’t let that show though. Her eyes rested on him this time, a soft look on her face as if she was listening to a friend talking about what a great time they had that day. She only wished he’d finish sooner, though.

She was not going to be looked down upon just because she was a mere intern and he was an heir. She had to work her ass off to get where she was where as he was handed the position because of his family– presumably (she always gave room for the benefit of the doubt.) But that didn’t mean he wasn’t a worthy opponent considering the pressure on him must’ve been a thousand folds more than it was on her.

She waited for him to leave the center of the stage and go behind his podium. She gave a small nod toward him before she stepped out of her podium and began introducing her product. “There has been no better time in history to start business than in this decade,” Ree stated with such conviction that it more sounded like a fact rather than an opinion. "Social Media has made networking possible partners, investors, and customers manageable with just one click. Billions of dollars made in revenues yearly. I’m sure Mister Cambridge here can agree with me that.” She grinned at Zachary as if it were an inside joke that apparently everyone was in on as she earned a couple of laughs. She turned to the crowd once more, “M&F Worldwide has, for years, lead in direct marketing.” She moved around the stage with a certain grace, her hands gestured but never completely straying from her torso, her eyes smiling that made her glow with confidence. “Moving forward, our team has been working on a project that concentrates on building networks between entrepreneurs and investors using only your phones. If you may direct your attention to the screen,” she gestured behind her for a brief moment before she went on with her presentation about the app their company had been developing. Ree never once glanced at the slideshow until the end. When she was finished, she thanked the crowd kindly for their time before she returned to the podium.

He walks into the lunch room, back straight and head held up high. He had just finished shaking hands with some investors outside and exchanging contact information, a smirk on his face as the sunglasses covered his eyes. Zach wasn’t one to hold grudges, however, he took family matters very seriously. His cousins had assigned him with this to see his potential, even if he had proclaimed his love in fashion and his goals of a career in the field, they had suggested him to get to know the family business. He was the social media manager for the software division and was good at making presentations, as he had presented designs and worked with famous designers.

Blue eyes scan the room as they hide behind the sunglasses, his hand runs through his hair as he sits down on a table where a small card reads his name. Looking at his assistant next to him, he smiles before kindly asking for the array of food he wishes to eat. Zach takes out his phone and replies to a few emails before setting his sunglasses aside, looking up. When he saw the blonde, he sighed. His brow cocked and he tsked “Guess this was done on purpose” he chuckled as he slipped his phone into the pocket on his suit’s jacket “Miss Caverly, it’ll be my pleasure to share the next hour or so with you after our heated debate” a small laugh escapes his lips, he didn't mean it in a sarcastic way even if it came out like that. He found the situation amusing, he thought maybe it was the organization’s way of expecting him to be on the headlines, something the Cambridge's were used to.

As his assistant arrived with the plate with some shrimp, lobster meat and some salad, he motioned for her to leave “That was Sarah, my assistant for the day” he explained as he took a sip from the glass of water before him “So, you’re an intern? My family would never put an intern on charge of a presentation in front of investors, but I guess that’s just a matter of respect and professionalism. Some companies just don’t have it” Now, he wasn’t this obnoxious usually, but he had to keep up with the competition and he wasn’t going to play nice guy when it came to the family’s business.

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alejarestrepo:

“You look so cute in your new sundress, Ava.” Aleja cooed, crouching down in front of the redhead. She slid Ava’s backpack off her shoulder and fastened it around the toddler’s back. “Now remember, your mommy is coming to pick you up today. I’ll see you tomorrow night.” Ava glanced around, barely paying her attention. She was a quiet child, but she was so adorable that Aleja didn’t mind the fact that she was basically talking to herself when she babysat her.

Standing up, Aleja watched as a little boy bumped into Ava. The two of them started crying at the exact same time. It took Aleja a second to process, but she looked up as Zach started apologizing. She blinked, finally scooping a wailing Ava into her arms. She rocked her back and forth, before turning back to Zach. “Don’t worry about it. Is he okay?” She asked, nodding towards Max.

   Zach watched as the tears stopped running down from Max’s cheeks before nodding “I think he’s fine, probably more embarrassed than hurt” he chuckled as he watched the little girl, worried about her “Is she okay?” he adjusted the bags hanging from his arm to his shoulder, finally gaining some balance. Scratching the back of his neck, a habit he did whenever he was nervous. Carrying Max on his hip, he watched as the toddler waved before quickly hiding his face. 

   “Max here, likes to talk a lot, but I suppose that after accidentally bumping into someone and crying, he’d rather just wave” he chuckled, before sticking out his hand “I’m Zach by the way”

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rcaverly:

There was a certain confidence in the way Rionette’s eyes scanned the crowd. Inside, she had her nerves in a bundle. In the business world, one show of weakness meant that you’d be eaten whole. But Ree supposed that she would rather have this much pressure on her shoulders rather than getting orders of coffee.

She listened to the opposing company’s representative, a small smile playing on her lips. She had studied the opposing company previously. This at least, gave her a little confidence boost. The intern didn’t even bother to look at the person beside her. This, she learned was a way to appear unfazed by the competition.

“Good morning,” she said pleasantly, a tone she normally spoke in. Her eyes met those who were in the crowd as she went on with a pleasant smile. “My name is Rionette Cavelry. I speak in behalf of M&F Worldwide Corporation. M&F Worldwide is a subsidiary holding company operating for twenty-eight years as of June first of last year and a part of MacAndrews & Forbes Incorporated. A global leader in a wide range of industries, from cosmetics and entertainment to biotechnology and military equipment.” She finally glanced at her opponent, a playful smirk on her lips and a glint in her eye as if to say funny how you mentioned Forbes. She took a moment to pause. “We have assured the security and privilege that our subsidiary companies’ capital and forfeiture to bring revenue for the whole of those twenty-eight years. And shall continue to do so for the next twenty-eight years there of.” Big words meant to impress investors, of course. She sifted through her index cards for show– although she didn’t really have anything written on them– before she turned to her opponent with a nod.

     Zach tried to remain calm, but it took all in him to stop himself from rolling his eyes. As a heir to multi billion fortune, he wanted to prove himself, he normally wouldn’t care much of what people thought about him, but he wasn’t going to lose to an intern. Not when his cousins had appointed him this meeting exactly because they thought, he couldn’t handle it. “I would go on and explain the story of how Cambridge Enterprises started in the 19th century and along with hard work and dedication has grown into what it is today, but I’m sure you’re here for the finances and not for a bedtime story” he grinned at the cloud as he heard a few laughs. Being hones,t at this point, Zach had read and watched every single video on pitching and whereas this is not something new for him, it was the first time he did it in representation of the family’s company. 

   “In this decade, we’ve seen quite a few issues. Individuals aren't happy with their stock market returns and their passbook savings so they're taking their financial portfolios back and investing locally. By investing locally in business with insecurity of holding by and a very low rate of becoming multinationals, they’re taking an even bigger risk. It’s a shame considering that the current market growth is being overtaken by software and tech startups and renewable energy” Targeting the problem was the first step after engaging with the crowd. Zach would hate to admit it, but he kept up with the company’s projets more than he liked to “For 2016 we have taken over this project, I’m sure you’ve read about it. The current changes made to one of our most important project in the last few years, The electric car. The current cars in the market with this quality are overly expensive and target the higher crowd, not the Millenials who’re currently taking job positions and have shown to prefer renewable energy.”

      He walked as he spoke, his free hand gesturing as he emphasized each word. Trying to catch the attention of the investors was a thing, to keep them focusing on you was another. Zach’s energy was contagious, by being young and knowing the array of information he could answer questions easily “A car that, by using solar electric power charging stations instead of gas in the span of five years, can save up to ten thousand dollars. The original price on this model is set at 100,000, but after data analysis and mass market adoption, for this year, it will drop to almost 31,000 making it affordable for the Middle Class citizens” his eyes scanned the crowd, watching as he knew had at least convinced some people “More than a dozen states offer tax credit incentives for electric cars, another benefit that comes along with the project. Along with that I would like to add that, we have partnered with almost a hundred business in each state to provide charging stations.” He smiled proudly, those nights up studying and on the phone paid off and he was sure that with this, he would impress his family, squish the competition and surprise the investors.

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aleksandcr:

     the red haired boy averts his eyes to the pile of napkins he seems to have taken out, beginning to wipe away the coffee spilled on his own two hands while cleaning the counter likewise. it’s a tedious task, the stickiness of the ever-drying coffee, cream & sugar, not to mention the amount that had begun to drip off the counter. today would not be his day.      ❛❛ right… ❜ he utters, fixing his gaze back upon the boy, ❛ what kind of job are you doing that requires you to drink six cups of coffee before noon? ❜❜

    Zachary threw the cup and the wet napkins into the trash container. The employees were busy with the many orders to notice the mess, he shook his head as he cleaned the border of the counter, hoping it would stop it from dripping off and making the floor sticky.  He chuckled as he stared at the other “Social Media Manager at Cambridge Enterprises Holdings, Inc. Software Division. I also am a fashion student, I try to take a two year old to daycare on time while making sure he has everything heeds in his bag from diapers to juice and I happen to also have a meeting with some magazine editors” he took in a deep breath “I feel like I burned calories from saying all that”

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@rcaverly

        The crowd he was facing was not his usual demographic. He was young, social and savvy and now he found himself delivering a speech, debating against competitors and all in front of a crowd of men who were old enough to be his father. Clearing his throat,  Zachary got up from his seat, the microphone held tightly as he fixed his black suit, an image of the headquarters of the family company along with their logo was shown behind him.

            “Good Morning, I’m Zachary Cambridge and I’m representing Cambridge Enterprises Holdings, Inc. A global leader in communications technologies, oil, renewable energy, investment and software. With almost a billion dollars’ worth, with escalating growth expectations, a brand value change of 10% and an AAA rating by Forbes, which has kept us in their Top 10 most valuable companies for almost a decade, we can guarantee investors the security and privilege that their capital and forfeiture will bring revenue” He finished the statement with a smile as he waited for the female representing the rival company to refute him.

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kingsleyigwe:

        If there was one thing most wouldn’t assume upon meeting Kingsley Igwe, it was that he adored children. Their vantage point was unlike anyone else’s; they were not cruel, they were not angry, they simply were naturally kind, and, more often then not, they wanted to be even kinder. It was a lovely contrast to the cynicism so prevalent in the city.

        This sentiment, of course, may not have come across if he was in the hurry he usually was, but the lecture he had planned on attending had been abruptly cancelled, and he had nothing better to do than to casually stroll home. At the sight of the boy, his eyes immediately lit up, and his brow unfurled. “Do not apologize,” he said, and it was as kind as it was demanding. “Despite appearances, I believe I can take a hit from a toddler, yes?” For a moment, his gaze glanced from the child to the man holding him, hoping to verify that his rather blunt joke was well-received. “Are you both okay?”

    Zachary wasn’t used to Max just running rampant in the streets, he knew about the “terrible two’s” he had heard the instructor mention it in a “mommy and me” class he attended. Max wasn’t normally like this, in fact, he’d most likely greet every single stranger on the street before they reached their car. Maybe, he was a bit overwhelmed or maybe, he had too much sugar.

     The toddler had stopped crying, hiding his face in Zach’s chest. With a smile, he nodded, a bit surprised that the man hadn’t replied to them in a rude tone or worse, with threats of suing. Those were little things he had faced in the past, after bumping into people “He’s so hyper today, I have no idea why. He refused to be carried and basically dragged me here” he chuckled, his free hand running through his blonde hairs as he nodded “We’re okay.” The male looked down at the toddler, who under his gaze understood what Zach wanted him to do. The kid quickly muttered a sorry before hiding his face again “Max was probably just crying cause he thinks he’ll get in trouble for this or because he’s a little bit upset he accidentally hit someone. He’s alright, though”

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naomireese:

    So how one supposed to explain carrying a large box throughout New York City? Of course its contents were top secret (okay, not actually, but where was the fun in that?) Naomi could feel people looking at her, watching her, and she bet they wondered. She would wonder, but she was someone who loved to solve mysteries, whether they were in the shape of a box or the shape of a human being.

       Turning towards the person beside her, she grinned, and jokingly said, “Listen here, buddy. The less you know, the better. Ever heard of deniable plausibility?” 

     He had recognized her from behind. The City of New York was a pretty hectic place, it was a one in a million chance that he’d just happen to see his roommate in a busy street and he wasn’t going to pass unnoted.  His pace quickened until he was next to the blonde, his brows furrowed as he noticed the box. Before he said anything, he found himself staring, Zach wasn’t wearing his characteristic sunglasses, leaving others to notice his very dramatic look of surprise.

      The blond shook his head, cocking a brow as he chuckled “Deniable plausbility? What are you even carrying in there? A body?”

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aleksandcr:

     nine am looms the grey of ordinariness that aleksander browne has grown accustomed to. it’s such a stupid thing, ordering a coffee, but he’s been doing it before work for as long as he’s known that it’s become like clockwork. today’s got a different feel to it, though, & he realizes that as soon as he’s got the damn cup on the counter. because on normal days, there isn’t much interaction, on normal days, he isn’t clumsy, & on normal days, he doesn’t accidentally knock over someone else’s drink when reaching for the creamer.        ❛❛ fucking hell, — ❜ it’s muttered under his breath, barely audible, eyes fluttering up to spot the other’s reaction. ❛ suppose i could get you a new one, if you’d like. ❜❜

   Six. This was the sixth cup of coffee of the day and it was nine am. He hid the bags under his eyes behind the dark sunglasses, his typical attire changed slightly as he wore a blue suit jacket instead. Today would be a hectic day, the thought was confirmed as his phone received several text messages. He set down the coffee cup on the counter, his free hand resting near it as his eyes were distracted by the device. A loud gasp escaped his lips as he felt the hot liquid on his palm, he quickly shook it as he realized what had happened. 

      “Oh, no, no” he shook his head and reached for a few napkins to clean the mess “It’s okay, don’t worry about it” he smiled, shoving the phone inside his pocket “This is my sixth cup, I feel like it’s a sign telling me to stop”

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      A young man dressed in a dark suit, cut perfectly to fit him, his hair meticulously styled. He looked like an executive, someone who’d walk the streets of Manhattan for a few minutes before disappearing into a skyscraper and locking themselves in an office. But this was not the case, Zach was about to lose balance as he tried to keep up with the two year old dragging his hand while he balanced two backpacks on his right arm. 

       The scene was comical, Zach apologized repeatedly as he shoved people aside to make sure Max wouldn’t be out of his sight. He regretted the minute he had chosen to park the car a few streets away from the daycare, when Max refused to be held, he knew he was in for a wild ride. The sound of the kid crying after he bumped into someone knocked Zach out of his thoughts.

      “Oh God, I’m so sorry” his voice was quick, agitated at the abrupt stop. He picked his younger sibling and held him close as the child calmed down. “Are you okay?” he asked the person before him, trying to make sure Max hadn’t caused trouble “Again, I’m so sorry. He’s not like this normally”