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signofthetimesWho: Brandon Blake and Autumn MacDonald
What: Power of apology
Where: Autumn's Apartment, NYC
When: Couple of days after this
Paperwork and contracts seemed to be the theme of Autumn’s week. She was sitting cross-legged on her livingroom floor with piles of paperwork spread out around her. Mark had given her permission to get copies of the paperwork for the various projects Justin was either already involved in or in consideration of. He wanted her to get her head around some of that before she met with them to negotiate her potential new job as Justin’s Assistant Manager. She was busy with her highlighter pen and making notes in the columns. Seriously, she was impressed with this kid before but even more so now she could see in black and white all he did and everything else he was contemplating as an option. She even had access to some of Sasha’s info, the things he had agreed to coming into a relationship with Justin. Mark left no i’s undotted and no t’s uncrossed.
She was in an old well-loved pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. Her minuscule - yet cute - studio apartment was proving to have a silver lining… it was so small that the open fire she scored heated up the small space like a boss. It was toasty and cosy. She was really beginning to like living here but in the city she knew she belonged.
On and off, she had been texting with Justin, though she suspecting the long gaps between his responses meant he was getting his love-making on with his cutie. Who could blame them? In this weather, if Autumn was lucky enough to still have a lover, she would be doing the same thing. Keeping busy meant the loneliness stayed away. It just happened that she was loving this work and she was pretty sure that if she agreed to join Justin’s team, she would learn so much, on top of being proud to represent one of her most favourite humans who was brimming with talent in a business she loved. She had ordered pizza, so when her buzzer sounded, she turned the sound down on her TV a little and got up to get the door.
It wasn’t pizza.
( It was the world famous TV star she had been trying to wrangle a few minutes sober with until she turfed the proposed contract in the trash and gave up... )
LOG, COMPLETE
What: Power of apology
Where: Autumn's Apartment, NYC
When: Couple of days after this
Paperwork and contracts seemed to be the theme of Autumn’s week. She was sitting cross-legged on her livingroom floor with piles of paperwork spread out around her. Mark had given her permission to get copies of the paperwork for the various projects Justin was either already involved in or in consideration of. He wanted her to get her head around some of that before she met with them to negotiate her potential new job as Justin’s Assistant Manager. She was busy with her highlighter pen and making notes in the columns. Seriously, she was impressed with this kid before but even more so now she could see in black and white all he did and everything else he was contemplating as an option. She even had access to some of Sasha’s info, the things he had agreed to coming into a relationship with Justin. Mark left no i’s undotted and no t’s uncrossed.
She was in an old well-loved pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. Her minuscule - yet cute - studio apartment was proving to have a silver lining… it was so small that the open fire she scored heated up the small space like a boss. It was toasty and cosy. She was really beginning to like living here but in the city she knew she belonged.
On and off, she had been texting with Justin, though she suspecting the long gaps between his responses meant he was getting his love-making on with his cutie. Who could blame them? In this weather, if Autumn was lucky enough to still have a lover, she would be doing the same thing. Keeping busy meant the loneliness stayed away. It just happened that she was loving this work and she was pretty sure that if she agreed to join Justin’s team, she would learn so much, on top of being proud to represent one of her most favourite humans who was brimming with talent in a business she loved. She had ordered pizza, so when her buzzer sounded, she turned the sound down on her TV a little and got up to get the door.
It wasn’t pizza.
( It was the world famous TV star she had been trying to wrangle a few minutes sober with until she turfed the proposed contract in the trash and gave up... )
LOG, COMPLETE