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The pink-headed girl was pacing back and forth trying to finish off the alter ego she would design for a moment like this. Hmm...something around the lines of "Lucinda Stone, attorney at law!" Yes, yes. Lucinda was a powerful woman. One who does not take for an answer, no! JUSTICE FOR THOSE WITH GOOD FASHION TASTE.
Lucinda Rorie was about to set her bum down in one of the black seats when she finally spotted her partner strutting down the hall. ABOUT TIME. Always fashionably late, these clients were. He did look stunning, though. Not bad, Day, not bad. She suppressed a little smile, reaching up to dust some swag off his shoulder. "Mister Anderson-Belfort." She said, Lucinda-ly, nodding back.
Responding with a very stern 'Certainly', Ror walked over to the office door and gave two loud knocks. "Thanks," She said, checking herself in a reflection, "It's Gucci." Smirk.
Yes, thank you, he had needed that dirt off his shoulder. So considerate his partner was, and so stylish too. He had to admit she looked pretty pretty with her hair pulled back like that, not that he was going to mention it. Not the time, nor the place. “Thank you.” He politely said, obviously thanking her for the dusting.
He collected himself as Rorie knocked, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt, messing with the knot of his tie. He knew well enough he was immaculate, but he couldn’t help the fussing. “We Gucci, They Polo,” Damien paraphrased, smirking right back. He needed to make a mental note to ask her where she’d bought it,
if she’d bought it and whether or not he could borrow it, because it was flyyyyyyy.
“Just follow my lead, yeah?” Was he reassuring himself or Rorie? Damien wasn’t sure.