𝙹ason 𝙼c𝙶ill.

— told me you have connections to get them the fuck off my back.” a low hiss.

he was WILLINGLY escorted out —— and immediately twirled around to grab the paper but also smack a hand against the door before it forcefully closes in his face. “yeah yeah, sure. just - what about the Salamanca deal? you —

eyebrows shoot skywards, 𝑢𝘩𝘩𝘩𝘩 .. scratching the nape of his neck as if he doesn’t know how to stalk someone which he definitely does. it comes with the job. but. for free ? never. “why would i keep my eye on my boss for you exactly? he’s the one paying my checks.”

“can’t blame you ! if i lived with your husband , i’d ——..” thumb gestured across his own neck with a cackle which died in his throat at her deadpanned expression. “tough crowd.”

the one and only —— 𝐌𝐜𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐥 ⵑ also her husband’s intern. 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐦.

𝐩𝐟𝐟𝐟𝐟𝐟𝐟𝐟𝐟𝐟𝐭.

— so i can get this shit over with and we both get a good night’s sleep… well three of us.” nodding upstairs cause he probably woke up his boss’s wife.

he scoffed and reached over to yank the flip phone back while grumbling. “this is a damn burner, be careful. it costs more than you think these days, come on now.” a low huff escaped, both hands to his hips after pocketing the phone into his suit jacket. “the address, —

— and razzle badazzle. “so —— ? the hell do i do now. gimme like an address or somethin’. then go back to your mistress.” sNORT.

“AGAIN — you need to be a bit more specific. i’m your intern, you know better than me that words are very important here.” rambling little shit. blame his dad, he gets it from him. lifting the flip phone again with a little wiggle to it for emphasis —

— small dimpled smirk across pinkish brims. “your wife or…”

“yeah well. you should then be a bit more specific with your wording because last time i checked and i quote —- ‘this is an emergency, make it happen.’..” wild gesturing with one hand while white-knuckling the phone in the other then a small snort flicking his gaze upstairs, —

“so i’ve called the client you told me about for like the thousandth time and they are NOT answering —“ casually letting himself inside while rambling , his own tie was loose around his neck . tresses messy from the amount of times he ran his fingers through them.

ringing @thelegaleagIe for like the millionth time .

— always like his dad with retaliation. “i’m trying again soon… like really soon!”

he couldn’t ever hide jackshit from his mom. Salamancas climbing up his back because he owed them for not killing him —— he inhaled shakily through nostrils and blinked hazel eyes bitterly, knee bouncing. “no.. uh.. no i did not. but —“ —

— exaggeration.

he couldn’t help the amused glint lingering in hazel hues, knee bouncing out of nervousness and slightly grabbing his chin. “coffee. because i definitely need more caffeine to pump me straight into a cardiac arrest.” cue gesturing with the other hand in sarcastic —

a shaky exhale left the boy. the amount of bullshit he’s been getting himself into lately was crazy. he’d rather his parents not know, especially since they’re not even married. he just nodded, pursing his lips a bit forward. “yeah.. i — i am too.. i’m okay though!”

“I uh … i know i haven’t been coming over much but with the bar exam and everything..”