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Post by Admin on Sept 1, 2019 22:13:48 GMT -6
 Azurine Vebbins vs Agustin GatesRoleplay Limit: ONERoleplay Deadline: Sunday, September 15, 2019 @ 1AM Central |
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Post by azurinevebbins on Sept 14, 2019 12:33:36 GMT -6
Wife Appreciation Day
WARNING: The following promotional material involves individuals imbibing intoxicants. There’s also ribald humor throughout their discussion.
There’s a funky family function being filmed this tranquil Tuesday at Casa de Vebbins. In particular, one oblivious half-brother and three cagey cousins crowd a creak-concealing card table. Based on behaviors they come across as a bizarre brigade of biddies. Seated in all four cardinal directions starting North and continuing clockwise are Slamsley Addergoole McBody, Junior, Nike Business Archer, Cadee Vebbins, and Tacy Lingard. Audio begins recording when Slamsley loses another hand of Old Maid. Each player present also appears to be drinking modified Fallen Angel Cocktails. The modification being that instead of Angostura Bitters, each cocktail contains a variation of The Bitter Housewife Bitters. Again, from a clockwise perspective, Slamsley’s features Orange, what Nike’s sipping contains Cardamom, Cadee added Old Fashioned Aromatic Bitters to her beverage, and Tacy rounds out the quartet with Lime Coriander Bitters.
Slamsley McBody: Midcard-mucker! Almost had dat one.
Nike Business Archer: Don’t see how, Slamsley. You had da last pair of fours. Feels nice bein’ out of da house for a change. Pleased as prickly pear punch my Jakey-Wakey is watchin’ da triplets: Bowen, Loxley, and Hawkeye.
Slamsley McBody: Dat sounds like a future law firm, Nike.
Nike Business Archer: I’m not goin’ to sell my boys short. After all, deyr fod-er’s hashtag “Da Best, Da Best, Da Best, Da Best” in da Universe. Man’s practically packin’ a pachyderm downstairs…
Tacy Lingard: Why do we need to know dat, Nike?
Nike Business Archer: Since, Tacy, I married a man who’s more dan a Small Package Roll-Up like Agustin Gates. Dat creep tried to proposition me ’bout a mond ago.
Cadee Vebbins: Wishin’ someone would proposition me. If need be, I will marry myself. Wonder what’s keepin’ Azurine? Gettin’ positively parched and in dire need of anoder Fallen Angel Cocktail. Gin, green creme de mende, bitters, and lime juice make for a lovely libation.
Tacy Lingard: My police officer instincts suggest you should put out an A.P.B., Cadee...All Pleasures Bulletin. Know dat’s how I found and began to appreciate my wife Xena. Well, it was dat and a pair of handcuffs…
Slamsley McBody: Cousins, may we re-shuffle and deal da cards again? Haven’t had a cold streak like dis since…
Cadee Vebbins: You mysteriously lost your wife and started livin’ next door to your step-sister like you’re cast in perpetual sitcom reruns?
Slamsley starts scraping up and then slowly starts shuffling the 52-card deck.
Slamsley McBody: Some-din’ like dat, yeah. Also, eider my hands are gettin’ bigger or Azurine’s buyin’ smaller shot glasses…
Cadee Vebbins: Azzy’s buyin’ smaller shot glasses. It’s like she pours a swig and a half every time.
“The Hardheaded Housewife” Azurine Vebbins makes an exquisite entrance rapidly repouring her guests’ refreshments. In addition to her traditionally glamorous garb, Vebbins sports a pair of blue Jacques Moret Kritter Knitter Socks. Usually, she’d be click-clacking in her blue Hell&Heel Clear Stiletto Pumps.
Azurine Vebbins: Greetin’s, family folk. Honored you all could attend dis Early Wife Appreciation Day Promotional Gad-er-in’ Trademark. Goin’ to be a doubly delightful day. First, I am determinin’ how to delineate Agustin Gates fur-der from da win column durin’ our dance at MHW Mile High Spectacular 2. Second only ’cause it will happen later in da night, Nidia and I will be goin’ NATIV.
Tacy Lingard: Does dat mean what I believe it means, Azurine?
Azurine Vebbins: Might not be an exact one-to-one ratio, Tacy. Nidia and I booked a room at da NATIV hotel in Denver. Bought a b.tempt’d Lavender Aura Wink Worthy Bodysuit since lavender’s her favorite color. Chat ’bout cheeky choreography right deyr. Hope we’ll be knockin’ boots, socks, and additional amorous apparel while makin’ matrimonial, mountain peak level love.
Nike Business Archer: I always climax at da summit wid my hubby’s…
Cadee Vebbins: And dat’s why you have dree terrible triplets runnin’ rampant. Sin’le life suits me fine. Just haven’t found da right man.
Tacy Lingard: Or right woman? It’s 2019, Cadee, you can’t rule dat possibility out.
Cadee Vebbins: Man. A real man who knows what he wants. A man who views an objective and overwhelms it into obedient obliteration.
Slamsley McBody: Just ’cause a man knows what he wants...doesn’t mean he should get it. Might belong to someone else, y’know?
Cadee Vebbins: Didn’t stop “Poppa Blue Pills” Slamuel Addergoole McBody, Senior from schtuppin’ Aunt Audrey. Den again, considerin’ how much she’s been beggin’ to “work Gates’ corner,” and we all know what dat means...by da Transitive Property of Trollops...would Agustin be your new daddy?
Azurine Vebbins: No to da daddy quandary. I have one fod-er, Archie Vebbins. He’s more of a man dan Slamuel or Agustin since he genuinely loves, cherishes, honors, obeys, and supports his spouse. My Dad’s also not a covetous cretin like dose two, eider. Got his engagement announcement to Bettany Trouper via postcard yesterday. Dey are goin’ to a diner to share a malted milk fudge ripple on Sunday.
Nike Business Archer: Da malted milk fudge ripple reminds me dat I should rin’ Jake and see if I left enough bottles of formula in da fridge. Hope he got my note dat dey need to be warmed to room temperature. Just really hope you give Gates what for...for wives everywhere. We’re not second-class citizens. I chose to be da stay-at-home mom after voyeuristically viewin’ da size of my husband’s huge…
Cadee Vebbins: Baby-maker? Queen-quaker? Sugar-shaker?
Nike Business Archer: Check, Cadee. I’m disgusted as dose last two tasteless terms might describe Gates’ ghastly gob-stopper. Mister Archer’s super secure financially due to his professional pursuit of passion projects. I can’t help dat he’s a potent provider to boot. Speakin’ of some-din’ dat can be stomped, I need a qualm quieted. Are you sufficiently prepared for Sunday, Azurine?
Azurine Vebbins: Yes, Nike. Inside delightful Denver’s palate-pleasin’ Pepsi Center, Sunday’s samba will resemble one of deyr sugar-free flavors: I’ll be da wild cherry, he’ll be da zero. It’s why I intentionally accepted dat infuriatin’ ignoramus’ open invitation to interface. I’m grapplin’ to garner awareness dat, regardless of gender, everyone has an equal opportunity to showcase skill & shill here in Mile High Wrestlin’.
Cadee Vebbins: Don’t twist dis, Azzy. You selfishly sought a marquee match against someone wid quote “Frankly Underrated Charismatic Kind Majestic Energy...” endquote. I’m also incredibly insulted we’re playin’ Old Maid today.
The camera focuses on Slamsley silently shuffling the dilapidated deck.
Slamsley McBody: Played past tense. Could’ve played UNO, Phase 10, or Skip-Bo, but de-mat-ic-ally Old Maid worked best.
Azurine Vebbins: Aye, Slamsley. You were also playin’ Old Maid since none of you have proper poker faces. As for seekin’ a dance wid Gates? Yes, I wanted some-din’ more “spectacular” dan bein’ da odds-on favorite to capture da Mile High Cup in a Battle Royal. However, I did not soil my social media wid dat indecent, insidious invective. Were you listenin’ to “If You Seek Amy” by Britney Spears on da drive over, Cadee?
In any event, I’m ex-tin’-u-ish-in’ dat kind of energy into an inert state dis upcomin’ Sunday. He’s goin’ to get ham-hocked by “Da Hardheaded Housewife,” wholly weakened by “Da Damsel in Dat Dress,” and absolutely ask atonement from “Da Adorkable Angel” on Wife Appreciation Day.
Cadee Vebbins: Maybe I sang it subliminally on da drive over. Still, Azurine, is dat where you’re goin’ to pinpoint dat proud prick? What if he does select Aunt Audrey to work his corner? How can you focus?
Azurine Vebbins: My estranged mod-er could be causin’ cranial chaos. She relishes ruin-in’ any positive professional progress I enjoy. Audrey herself would be literally “heels over head” for Agustin should he prevail in prominent fashion. After all, each one pretentiously preaches ’bout my place.
To dem, I say cynical chest cavities! Azurine Vebbins, and women like her, shall be seen, heard, felt, and experienced in a variety of venues da way she should. I am an analytic anomaly aggressively advertisin’ amplified amazement. I want to jack-and-jill deyr jaunty jaws via deliberate demolition of delusional demagoguery.
Best way to accomplish dat outcome? Focusin’ on findin’ da formula for fightin’ fairly. I’m a by-da-rulebook rassler who appropriately adheres to assigned au-dor-i-ty. Amazed it took dis long to discuss da stipulation of deyr bein’ a Special Guest Zebra since deyr jersey’s striped black and white. For speculation’s sake, here are some plausible possibilities as well as one outlier.
Tacy Lingard: It’s been fun, everybody but look at da time. My parole ends soon and den I’m back on Pamper Patrol. Already imagine Xena standin’ in da livin’ room danglin’ a pair of handcuffs…
Nike Business Archer: We don’t need to hear ’bout intimate interrogations, Tacy! Seriously, dough, when you referenced “Pamper Patrol”...it was a cue I should be runnin’ along, too. Should be helpin’ Jake wid changin’ Bowen, Loxley, and Hawkeye’s diapers. Here’s hopin’ Azzy drops dat dastard Gates on da dance floor so drastically he starts havin’ to wear diapers...
Slamsley McBody: I’ll call you two a Lyft since neider of you are in any condition to be drivin’ right now.
Azurine Vebbins: Awww, well, I’m glad you were able to visit Nike and Tacy.
Before they leave, Azurine happily hugs her cousins. “The Original Vanilla Shilla” Slamsley Addergoole McBody, Junior lightly lays three piles of cards on the table, then ushers Tacy and Nike to the front door. Luckily, a Lyft car is within range and picks them up promptly. Slamsley has the driver charge his credit card as the two are swept away. McBody returns to see Azurine and Cadee Vebbins ceased conversation until he returned.
Cadee Vebbins: Wondered when dose two would head back to deyr happy homes. I imagine da Special Guest Referee will be someone from an outside organization. Someone like Sean Isaac Leonard Kennedy, Bobbi Jackson, or someone else, y’know? Would make it super spectacular gettin’ someone involved who has some history wid bode combatants.
Azurine Vebbins: Dat’s one possibility. Only concern deyr is dat SILK, Bobbi Jackson, and most of our colleagues are friendlier to my cause dan Gates’.
Slamsley McBody: Maybe it’s someone who’s already competed on da card like Wendy “Zombie” Stevens or “Pretty” Ricky Stanton?
Azurine Vebbins: Again, dat’s plausible, but I believe Stevens will be preparin’ to prevent Jansen Myrrh from purloinin’ da DrowDown Championship. She also needs to be completely careful wid dose stylin’ scissors. As for Stanton? He’s goin’ to be un-Abel since he’s got dat punishin’ Prison Break promenade wid Solomon Cain. Biblical reference. Deyr would also be a conflict of interest somewhere if Ricky interjected himself since he heavily promotes Agustin’s “Enemy At Da Gates” show on da Stanton Enterprises Network. He’s also da one soul who would want a haughty heel like Gates winnin’ in swift succession.
Cadee Vebbins: Well, deyr’s only two additional options, Azurine. Dose options are someone prestigious wid zero history or herstory and da outlier. Considerin’ bettin’ odds are high on it bein’ da big name talent..who, pray tell, is your outlier?
Azurine Vebbins: To iterate here and now, dis has a .00000000001% chance of happenin’, but I figured she should be discussed as my outlier, far-off-in-da-distance, clear da entire shelf of alcohol pick. Da “she” I am referrin’ to is former President of da Shieldmaidens: Robi Jean Mitchell. When she competed in Mile High Wrestlin’, we never viewed any-din’ eyes to glasses. Deyrfore, she would not be biased towards me. Likewise, bein’ a Shieldmaiden she would be repulsed by Agustin’s wretched rhetoric. Also, wid all due respect, she was an integral individual for Mile High Wrestlin’ last season.
Slamsley McBody: And dat would be an outstandin’ outlier since I remembered her retirement. She probably hasn’t lost a sin’le step. Wid dat in mind, it seems you’ve covered all da bases and it’s time to brin’ all runners in wid a big home run swin’, Azzy.
Cadee Vebbins: Don’t choke like Slamsley’s suggestin’ you do wid your metaphorical banter-bashin’ baseball bat.
Azurine Vebbins: I am dancin’ divinely in dedicated devotion to my wonderful wife Nidia on Sunday night. She’s my top rope when needin’ to pull myself back into da rin’. She’s my rin’ bell to tell me when to start and stop da din’. I absolutely appreciate my supportive spouse. Dat’s why it’s increasin’ly imperative I immobilize ignobility. “Da Hardheaded Housewife” must seal off Gates wid-in standard sanctioned sin’les competition guidelines. It’s plenty possible as I dispatched his like-minded lackey Carlos Cruz last week via strikin’ a scintillatin’ Sweetheart Sock Hop.
Ego extends endurance to an abrupt end. Dat’s what drives Agustin and he’s runnin’ out of gas. Conversely, I’m still churnin’, burnin’, and turnin’ towards victorious validation. Dis dame’s more dan exotic eye candy. You can’t comprehend countin’ da copious collection of cheer-coated calories.
Slamsley McBody: Da notion’s overwhelmin’ to his oral cavity in da same varicose vein as bein’ beaten by a bawdy broad, bruh?
Azurine Vebbins: Know I’m crestin’ da wave, Slamsley, but I got dis. I’m not goin’ to crash wid all dis momentum. Unlike Agustin, yours truly automatically acclimates to advanced anticipation. Dat’s why I’m confident in humblin’ him durin’ his dramatic debut. Dat’s why I’m compelled to cripple da crassness out of his carcass. Dat’s why I’m da cause for celebration since he’ll be left completely contrite.
Now, I view dree piles of cards on da table...one last hand...Old Maid makes dinner. Anyone have any Queens?
Mrs. Nidia Vebbins hops from off-screen onto Azurine’s lap to provide levity. The living room’s security camera blinks off as sound and picture suddenly shift to paused static.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2019 17:05:54 GMT -6
After all participants, minus the mystery combatant, for this year’s annual Mile High Cup Battle Royal had concluded taking pictures with the cup and the head honcho of MHW reporters arrived on the scene to ask them each heap loads of questions. Mile Spectacular 2 was already sold-out in Denver, Colorado and this was one of the most highly compelling match on the stacked card. The fans couldn’t help but be on their social media accounts praising the company and it’s respected and battle-ready gladiators for what was to come this Sunday in the Pepsi Center. Upholding their word to Mack in maintaining tonight a fight free zone, the fierce warriors menacingly eyeballed one another, fighting back the urge in ripping each other to shreds. As the reporters on sight were hyping the groundbreaking battle royale soon to hit the airwaves, the scene was taken backstage where MHW’s proud owner Robert Mack was seen in a business suit with a brown lawyer briefcase in hand. The man behind MHW’s growing success seemed to be weary after meeting with officials for several hours, each one inputting their thoughts on what the upcoming card for Black Magic should look like. Even though Spectacular Two was stacked with a lively card, he knew his investors wanted the next event to easily eclipse tomorrow’s historical pay-per-view. Wanting to make sure he could keep the fans and his employees happy and looking forward to the next event/show, Mack and his colleagues worked overtime to put together a card like no other.
Heading to the parking lot, feeling his eyelids becoming like sandbags, Mack was ready to jump into his waiting limo and head straight to his hotel, knocking out for the rest of the day. Catching sight of his waving limo driver, Robert’s spirit picked up already tasting the bubbling goodness of a fresh bottle of apple cider and the coziness of his king-size bed. Just when Mack was on his way to happily bid MHW’s headquarters farewell, he felt like a sack of Kennebec potatoes was dropped on his chest. Frightening his scrawny driver back into the vehicle, Mack groaned in exasperation at the arrival of The Celestial Warriors and their always suave and misogynistic Czar, Agustin Gates. Inhaling a deep and frustrated breath, Mack remained composed as he continued on his way, hoping The Majestic One’s presence wasn’t meant for him.
Digging his nails into his briefcase’s handle, Mack’s lips were moving ever so slightly, mumbling “Please don’t talk to me. Please, don’t talk to me. Please, don’t talk to me.”
Agustin: Lo and behold!
Restraining himself from losing his cool with the camera still on him, Mack angrily pinched the bridge of his nose as Gates and his cronies leisurely walked up to him. Tonight Gates was dressed casually, rocking a sweet pair of gold and expensive-looking sunglasses. His brothers were dressed professionally from head to toe. Even though Mack was radiating a non-physical vibe, it seemed Gates wasn't getting the signal as he nonchalantly threw his arm around the owner’s shoulders. Grinding his teeth together, hoping his employee would get the idea that he wasn't in the mood for his shenanigans, Mack nudged Gates a few times in the ribs. When his attempts in trying to liberate himself of Agustin’s overdose of cologne failed, Mack simply had to face the facts that he would have to deal with Gates for a couple of minutes. Depending on how much his ego would keep his mouth running.
Agustin: If it isn't the wisest owner in all of professional wrestling history. How is the man who has at last seen the light, knowing he made the right investment in booking me against Mile High Spectacular Two’s poster girl? I know you’ve seen the tweet and comments throughout the weeks as the company was promoting the event. It shouldn’t be Azuri standing beside the word spectacular. No. It should be someone whose name appears in the definition and example of that word. It needs to be an individual who embodies what magnificence truly is, who has razzle-dazzle bubbling in his bloodstream and more importantly isn’t just eye-catching but also downright majestic.
Mack: I was actually doing good, right until-
Agustin: Robert, I have a question.
Gritting his teeth, Robert despised when Gates interrupted him and casually called him by his first name as if he didn’t have a much more respected role than him. Feeling his nose hairs being seared, Mack finally detached himself from The Regal One, noticing the other members of the Advincola Brothers had somewhat become a wall between him and his way out of the building
Mack: Okay, I’ll bite. What’s up, Gates?
Agustin: What do you truly see in your poster girl? Is it the eyes? The hair? Her alluring smile? Or maybe it’s what’s underneath her attire?
Mack: Excuse me?
Agustin: You know quite well what I mean Robert. Did you even take a glimpse at Azuri’s mediocre promo? As always, she’s long-winded whenever a microphone or camera is in her possession, she tries to sound clever, funny, and tough. But you and I both know the truth. She’s not capable of holding a candle near me. Azuri’s true function in life is just being someone’s arm candy. Being in the very same ring as me? That itself is a complete and utter joke. She had a chance to probably, and I use the word probably very loosely, win the Mile High Cup if she didn’t allow her womanly desires to take control of her. I’ve warned her and I want to warn you now Mack. Azuri will fall at my feet, regretting ever taking up my open challenge. Your poster girl is about to become my welcome mat to MHW.
Sighing out loud, starting to feel a headache coming along, Mack shook his head as he bitterly adjusted his tie. He loathed when Gates found the time and the day to always come up with these long and annoying insults towards his opponents. A man always bragging about having women all over him, Mack was starting to believe it was all just a hoax.
Mack: Gates, I really don’t have time for this. I need to be on my way.
Crossing the path of Mile High Wrestling’s owner, The Majestic One held out his right hand forcing Mack to stop in his tracks. With all trace of humor vanished from his demeanor, Gates gradually lowered his hand as he narrowed his eyes, the look on his face revealing how much he had on his mind. As much as Mack wanted to be on his way, something about the look in Agustin’s eyes made him want to hear him out.
Agustin: The Shieldmaidens, Azuri, and whatever other harlots you’ve hired need to watch their tongue when they're addressing me. You easily allow them to disrespect your Prize Fighter. The TRUE reason for tomorrow’s event is sold out. And now a special guest referee is said to be revealed tomorrow. What is the meaning of this?
Mack: I don’t know what you want me to say Agustin. This is a business I’m running. And people aren’t always going to submit to your will whenever you speak. I’ve learned that more times than I could count.
Agustin: Azuri doesn’t deserve to be on the poster of tomorrow’s second annual event. It should be me! She, DTI, and The Shieldmaidens actually believe that since my brothers lost, she’ll defeat me and get a clean sweep tomorrow night. They actually believe The Celestial Warriors aren’t a threat. I can’t wait for Spectacular Two to arrive so I can prove them all wrong. I want this match more than she can ever imagine. Azuri doesn’t know what’s coming her way. A special guest referee doesn’t frighten me not even in the slightest. I know what needs to be done. Azuri can bring one, two, seven, ten, how many gameplans she can come up with it won’t matter. I end the night with my name being echoed all throughout the Pepsi Center. I shall be proclaimed as the victor!
Carlos: And then you’ll see. That anyone with the surname Advincola is worthy of respect, fame, fortune, and absolute power. The Lord chose MHW to be where Heaven’s Mightiest Warriors show their dominance. The other two bouts are in the past. What will truly matter is what happens in Denver. There, everyone will finally accept what we’ve been telling them all this time.
Steven and Elijah: We’re above them all!
Agustin: Azuri is going to let so many of her family, friends, and fans down after tomorrow night. She’ll have disappointed so many who’ve looked up to her as their role model. Will it be my fault? Oh no. That will all go to Azuri. She went to battle against a king with an army skilled in combat, only her good looks and positive messages as her weapons. Guess where those are going to lead her to? Once our entrance music are cut off, trust me when I say that Azuri is going to get cold feet before the bell rings. Azuri is currently urinating in her maid outfit, after marking down on her calendar the night the predator becomes the prey. At Spectacular Two, I plan on skinning her alive, showing the entire world her true colors.
Steven: And by the look in your eyes Boss, I can tell you're believing everything The OG is saying.
Agustin: Your dear poster girl won’t beat me. Get ready to hold her as she runs into your arms to cry her eyes out. At Mile High Spectacular Two, I’m making Azurine Vebbins what she’s always meant to be. Drum roll, please.
Steven and Elijah quickly made the noise of a drum roll as Gates smiled and leaned towards Mack’s right ear.
Agustin: My footstool.
Steven and Elijah: OOOHHHHHHH!
Mack: Is that all?
Smirking cunningly, Gates moistened his lips as he took a single step back.
Agustin: One last thing Mack. Shoot Azuri a text for me. Inform her that as of this day forward, that slacker is no longer seen as a threat. She's now viewed as my launching pad to greater things.
Moments later all four of The Celestial Warriors entered a luxurious limousine. In the vehicle was the always alluring Superior Queen Deena Rainay. The young lady was dressed in a stunning shimmering gold dress, revealing her long smooth right leg. Gates fixed her with a smirk as he attempted to reach out and grab her hand, probably intent on planting a light kiss on it. Swiping her hand away from his touch, Deena stared intensely at all four of the Advincola Brothers not interested in the slightest bit for small talk.
Deena: What took you four so long? Did you forget we are on a schedule? I didn’t extend my wisdom and business expertise just to be left waiting on hand and foot. If this is how things are going to be then-
Agustin: Do you know why I’ve named you The Superior Queen, Deena?
Deena: Please, do enlighten me.
Smooth as a fiddle, Gates sat beside the intoxicating beautiful woman gently throwing his arm around her. Grabbing her small hand with his right one, Gates rubbed his thumb across her knuckles. Deena was never one to easily fall for a man’s cheap tactics in trying to seduce her. She was above that kind of thing.
Agustin: It’s because when you’re right, you’re right. When one does homework on their opponent, you’re one step closer to victory.
Turning her head, Deena faced Gates with a puzzled look on her face.
Deena: Wait, you mean...
Agustin: Audrey Vebbins has given me what I need to obliterate Azzy. Tomorrow on Mile Spectacular Two, Azzy tastes both defeat and betrayal.
Deena: How did you do it?
Agustin: There’s something you need to know about me Deena. The King doesn’t kiss and tell.
When The Majestic One was on his way to lock lips with The Superior Queen, in the nick of time Deena rose her hand and face palmed her client. Agustin’s brothers could be heard in the background chuckling at what just transpired.
Deena: Driver, to the Pepsi Center please. His Majesty has several interviews he needs to get to at once.
Driver: Yes Ma’am.
Removing her hand from Agustin’s face, seeing how sour he looked, Deena smiled as she whispered to him.
Deena: Tomorrow could be different. If you stick to everything I’ve told you, Gates, your life will be more majestic than you could ever imagine. Trust me. I know what I’m saying.
When Agustin felt his hand get a light compassionate squeeze, he knew he could trust his new agent/manager/valet. But more than that, he felt he had a chance with her.
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