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[ᴬˡᵉˣ ᴰʳᵃᵏᵉ @DangerousHeels]

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[ᴬˡᵉˣ ᴰʳᵃᵏᵉ @DangerousHeels]

+ far more serious.

“Sean. I have to talk to you about something.”

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[ᴬˡᵉˣ ᴰʳᵃᵏᵉ @DangerousHeels]

+ the owner approaching.

“Sean!”

Curling her arms around his neck, she squealed his name like she had never, ever been happier to see anyone in her entire existence. However, her demeanor quickly shifted into one that was equally as wobbly, yet +

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[ᴬˡᵉˣ ᴰʳᵃᵏᵉ @DangerousHeels]

+ by the time the pill fully kicked in Alex could hardly construct a sentence. Most nights they’d stop serving her altogether and tonight was no exception. Just as Alex was getting ready to make a scene about being denied another drink, she noticed +

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[ᴬˡᵉˣ ᴰʳᵃᵏᵉ @DangerousHeels]

+ lips, downing it with whatever liquid was left in the glass before promptly asking for another vodka soda. Her conversation with the bartender started out as pleasant small talk; a few drinks in, she was onto moaning about her recent breakup, and +

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[ᴬˡᵉˣ ᴰʳᵃᵏᵉ @DangerousHeels]

+ he bouncers, Alex sat herself at the bar, which, at this point, had become something of a second home to her. She ordered a drink, sipping at it slowly until no one was looking. She reached into a purse for one her pills and slipped it between her lips +

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[ᴬˡᵉˣ ᴰʳᵃᵏᵉ @DangerousHeels]

+ Alex weaseled her way through the doors by flirting with a one of the bartenders. He’d been trying to get in between her legs almost every night for the past four years and now, finally, he was of some use to her.

Alone with the bartenders and +

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[ᴬˡᵉˣ ᴰʳᵃᵏᵉ @DangerousHeels]

When Alex arrived at The Zone the floors were still shiny from being mopped and the music hadn’t even been turned on yet. It was the very beginning of the night and technically, the place wasn’t even open yet, and the only people allowed inside were staff, but +

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[ᴬˡᵉˣ ᴰʳᵃᵏᵉ @DangerousHeels]

@CameronScottRP + her purse.

"Alexandra Drake."

[ᴬˡᵉˣ ᴰʳᵃᵏᵉ @DangerousHeels]

@CameronScottRP The leggy brunette was initially taken back by the males reaction. Clearly he didn't know who she was.

"It's fine."

She assured him in a manner that wasn't all that convincing, remaining aloof taking the pink-diamond encrusted cellphone from his hands before dropping it into +

[ᴬˡᵉˣ ᴰʳᵃᵏᵉ @DangerousHeels]

@CameronScottRP + body collide with her own, sending the cellphone she held in her hand plummeting to the ground.

[ᴬˡᵉˣ ᴰʳᵃᵏᵉ @DangerousHeels]

@CameronScottRP + grin directed towards the receptionist. Her freshly blow-fried hair bounced on her shoulders as she turned on her stiletto with the intention of head down the hall towards her fathers office. The moment her petite figure competed the one-eighty degree turn she felt a man's +

[ᴬˡᵉˣ ᴰʳᵃᵏᵉ @DangerousHeels]

@CameronScottRP + attitude, Alex took long strides towards the welcome desk.

"I'm having lunch with my father. I'll just let myself into his office."

Extending lithe fingers, Alex felt around for a mint and slid it between her bubblegum-glossed lips just before they stretched into subtle +

[ᴬˡᵉˣ ᴰʳᵃᵏᵉ @DangerousHeels]

@CameronScottRP + told herself, over and over, that she didn't care what these people thought of her, her father was their b o s s for god sake. She told herself they didn't matter, and as much as she'd like to believe that, deep down she knew it wasn't true. Putting on her most professional +

[ᴬˡᵉˣ ᴰʳᵃᵏᵉ @DangerousHeels]

@CameronScottRP + accentuated the curve in her back to correct her posture as the eyes of everyone in this office practically burnt her skin. They were watching her every move to ensure she was in a decent enough condition before they allow her to step any further into their building. Alex +

[ᴬˡᵉˣ ᴰʳᵃᵏᵉ @DangerousHeels]

@CameronScottRP + behind a sickeningly sweet smile, but her true feelings towards the brunette inevitably made their way to the surface. It'd been months since Alex had last graced these halls with her presence; her drunken presence, mind you, and it ended b a d l y to say the least.

Alex +

[ᴬˡᵉˣ ᴰʳᵃᵏᵉ @DangerousHeels]

@CameronScottRP + the news desk eating donuts, or obsessing over the makeup artists as they delicately sprinkled blush onto the noses of americas most beloved TV personalities.

"Ms. Drake, to what do we owe this /pleasure/?"

The receptionist desperately tried to bury her sarcastic tone +

[ᴬˡᵉˣ ᴰʳᵃᵏᵉ @DangerousHeels]

@CameronScottRP Having just stepped through the glass doors, Alex inhaled the familiar scent of freshly printed paper and crappy coffee. She'd grown up in this office, her father bought out the network when she was a little girl and a substantial portion of her childhood was spent perched atop +