β πou do believe in the results we're achieving then? we're onβa path to greatness, aren't we? ;
this was frankly getting rather embarassing, searching for validation as if he was no more than a preschool child. were reagents to see &.
β for some of them i can see progress, yes β
a genuine tone as he spoke in response to eastermans question, his blue eye shining more in the dim light of his office than his brown one
β for others however, i do not β
him in such a stateββhe wished not to think about it.
β ... πhere's been someββcomplications in our plans. i'm aware that you've faced great injuries in the latest expeditions to seek out prime assets. however i must insist you do this &.
his hold getting a rough grasp of her jaw, β πou sit in /my/ office, in /my/ corporation, and act as if you don't know the consequences of who crosses me. i've been nothing but loving to you, and this is how you repay me?
fingers itch, words taunting every inch of his pride, β πhat a great fucking martyr you are. just an angel. it certainly is easy to help out others when you have no responsabilities in your hand, when you've left those who needed you on a &.
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failures is something you're going to have to swallow and accept. i have no guilt to carry, and you are owed no explanation."
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despite the obvious agitation she reaches forward, a stray ash flocked from his suit jacket. "insufferable as always."
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myself, and yet you speak as if i have any responsabilities in what that bitch is doing. what would /you/ have done in my place? ;
he falters for an instance as she inches closer, his frame stiffening as she spit yet again venom against himββhe leaned foward as well,&.
@tenacioustalker theraphy is working? ;
he eases himself into the conversationββeven for someone as devoted as clyde, the topic of his failures was certainly one easterman didn't itch to explore.
the sterile envirorment poses as anything but inviting, and yet it's the only one easterman would be able to consider a (home.) he's silent, attempts to give out an illusion of control, and yet he's conscious @tenacioustalker must have noticed how his veins &.
@tenacioustalker almost threaten to pop. of course he must'veββafter all, weren't for his observant skills, easterman would have not entrusted him with such secretive tasks.
β πhis is... mr. perry. how would you say the current state of murkoff is? do you believe the &.
pupils follow the trail of her movements; he had always adored how her lipstick painted the cancerous sticks a different hue, the very metaphor to how she was the key that allowed his monotone world to break apart, every once in a while. not that he'd ever&.
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she can't make out whatever it is that he's said to her, and judging from his dismissal of his own words it seems he's just fine with that.
irene gives a quiet nod, painted lips curling around the cigarette and giving it an inhale. the smoke is a comfort in a way +
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confess it out loud.
for a moment, he's silent, when in her presence, he seldom feels the need to fill the void with meaningless chatter. then, with a clear of his voice. β πou could've... told me you wanted to come back to murkoff, i certainly wouldn't have&.