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slowly sipping her coffee. “ john. ”

hm. well, at least he’s honest.

mm, aren’t all men like him ?

he looks demented.

after his mention of her current state, she shifted to fix her dress with a little shrug. eh, it’s a body. we’re all adults here. “ not really. you caught me mid deciding if I was going out or staying in— ”

is he aware he entered her home, uninvited and unexpectedly ? exactly. “ steven. ”

well, she isn’t actually about to make him a smoothie— but she isn’t stupid enough to harm a higher - up from vought. “ then what do you want ? ”

“ I don’t do you any favors, period. ” she reminded, halfing the one she had already made into two glasses. surprise — it’s loaded with alcohol. “why are you here so late ? shouldn’t you be off in one of your mansions ? sleeping with some random you barely know ? ”

hey, sure, I mean, that’s how she welcomes all uninvited guests into her home— “ I think I’ve made myself clear ; I’m not interested in joining your little band of violent knock - offs. ”

slowly fixes her top— oh, great, it’s tony. “ aren’t you afraid I’ll poison yours ? ”

—- 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘦.

“ oh, the sky must be falling— ”

“ then give me an answer. ” she scoffed, not letting him get far as she stormed back into his sight, as if demanding to be seen. “ when will you learn to trust me, john ? I mean, fuck— ”

back off.

“ yeah, well, it’s been a while for me, too— ” since her husband. she knew marc wasn’t aware of her late husband, but she felt the need to extend an offer of understanding. “ so, I understand.. ”

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