ii. five: ❝ bravo to instinct and sweet intuition ❞
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𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: sweet intuition - bjork
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The air in John Shelby's office hung heavy with the scent of cigar smoke as the gloomy day outside cast a gray pallor over Birmingham. John, seated behind his desk, looked up with a grin as Diego Doe entered, his presence bringing a spark of energy to the room.
"Why the bloody hell weren't you in the meeting with the Changretta's? You're the main reason we're having it in the first place!" John said, the corners of his mouth quirking into a mischievous smile.
Diego, caught off guard, looked down for a moment, his mind quickly working to come up with an excuse. "Oh, you know, I had something else to take care of."
The other man, sensing something amiss, burst into laughter. "Don't give me that rubbish, Diego. What could possibly be more important than a meeting with the Changrettas regarding Lizzie, eh?"
"Alright, alright, maybe I just lost track of time. It fucking happens, mate." Diego, joining in on the laughter, jokingly cursed at him.
Just as the joviality continued, the creaking sound of the office door drew their attention. Polly peeked in the room, her stern expression intensified by the newspaper she held in her hands.
The atmosphere shifted instantly, and Diego straightened, his casual demeanor replaced by a more serious one. Polly eyed the two men with intense gaze which reminds Diego so much of Mar's, while John only propped his feet on his table whilst drinking from his tea, not meeting the woman's gaze
The atmosphere in John's office crackled with tension as Polly entered, a steely resolve in her gaze. Without a word, she placed a newspaper on the table between John and Diego, the thud echoing through the room like a foreboding drumbeat.
"Did we run Kempton yesterday or not?" John's voice cut through the uneasy silence; his eyes fixed on the newspaper.
"Danny Lee got drunk," Polly replied with a hint of frustration, her tone laced with disappointment. "Instead of injecting the horses with cocaine, he decided to share it with his cousins."
"Good for them." Diego, in a display of nonchalance, grunted in amusement.
John, visibly exasperated, closed his eyes and sighed. "Jesus Christ."
