"I really want to kiss you right now."
"Then do it."
"I can't."
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In which Gracie Abrams watches Stranger things and ends up stalking the newest cast member.
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In which August isn't ready and Gracie would wait a lifetime for her.
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August sat at the head of the long table with her knees tucked under her chin. Her team were all talking around her as she sat silently. It was a clear 50/50 split. Some agreed with her suing Bran, some didn't. She let them bicker as they disregarded her opinions on the matter.
After all, she is just a stupid teenage girl.
"And what do you suggest we do, Maggie? We have no evidence, we can't just waltz in there looking to sue someone for something that we don't even know that they did. August just-"
"I what?" August found herself looking up at the man who had spoken. It seemed like he had forgotten she was there. He looked like he had been caught red handed. "Well? Go on then, Gerard. What did I do?"
Gerard stammered to find an answer. He looked around the table to the people that had once agreed with his thoughts, but they all just avoided his eyes.
August hummed and clicked her tongue, nodding to the door, "Get out."
"What?"
"Get out, Gerard," August repeated, "I'm firing you. Need me to say it slower? Perhaps in another language to get it through your thick skull? Estas despedido. Vous êtes viré. Sei licenzia-"
Gerard slammed his hands on the table as he pushed his chair back. August flinched at the man's visible anger before relaxing as he walked out.
She let out a sigh, dropping her legs so her feet sat flat on the floor and leaned her elbows on the table, "I have evidence," She told them and a few nodded, "I want to sue him and I will sue him. I get that you guys want what's best for my career, but I want what's best for me. And that's revenge."
"August-"
August cut off her publicist, raising her hand, "Are there any more of you that want to question me or my decisions on the matter?" She was met with silence. "Good, because the last thing I need is people blaming me for him impregnating me."
She dragged her hand down her face as someone on the far end rose their hand. She nodded at him and he cleared his throat, sitting up straight, "If you don't mind me asking, ma'am, what evidence do you have?"
The actress hummed at the question and straightened her back, "I did prenatal DNA test when I first landed in London. Then I got him to confess on tape that he took off the condom without my permission."
The man nodded, "Will that be enough?" August rose an eyebrow and he felt the need to clarify, "Court isn't very forgiving when it comes to women being the prosecutors. Even more so a teenager. And since you consented to the sex, they're going to do everything in their power to make sure you're the one that's seen to be wrong."
