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[erdogan-nevra]

Without missing a beat, the assassin moves forward again but this time instead of going high, she goes low. The same swing of her arm up top to distracted him as her leg sweeps in a semi-circle, connecting with Johnathan's knees mid-way. She'd put enough force into it to feel the connection in her own leg. It travelled up her thigh and into her stomach but in a good way. A solid hit.

The moment he'd held his hands up, Nevra's mind had gone blank. It went blank more easily these days which was making her job all the more easier. Only her body felt and understood what was happening around her.

Jab after punch after sweep after block. She just kept going, each one channeling an anger she'd been keeping at bay the past few weeks. Or maybe it was months, she really didn't know. Her body wouldn't stop though.

Stopping meant thinking about what had happened. It meant facing the fact that he was never coming back, that he had left her behind.

"Fuck you." The words were mere air as they passed through her lips and they kept coming with each move she made. "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you." She noticed a spot of red fly past and then a bit of it below her feet and yet Nevra didn't stop. She didn't register that the blood was coming from her own knuckles. What that meant for her boss she hadn't the faintest idea but she just couldn't stop.

What Johnathan knows of Nevra is very little, but he knows enough: competent, which was the most important, and the fact that she was a Turk who knew how to turn shit into sugar gave her extra credit. Shame most of the others didn't know how to use their brain.

She hit him with enough force for him to sway backwards as he landed on his backfoot, but he had been prepared for it and made no effort to dodge it. Adrian trained her well, it seemed. She threw a better punch than most men. But he wasn't impressed yet.

Then, he bends at the knees and holds his hands up, signalling to her that now he was willing to engage. Again, he gestures with his fingers for her to make another move.

#johnathan #going with no gif on this #sorry it took so long!

[erdogan-nevra]

@lararutherford

Location: Lara's Office/Home (whichever one you think they'd meet at, just private for reference sake)

Date: April 4th

A burner phone sat on the table between them, placed in a motion more gently than she'd shown the past few weeks. In it held pictures of the five people Nevra had disposed of. She'd never learned why they needed to die, what crimes they had committed against the Rutherford heiress. It wasn't her job to ask and quite frankly, she didn't care.

There was so little to care about now.

"Medea might put in a request for payment for her shoes." It wasn't a sentence she would have normally said to someone higher up, let alone Lara. Consequences didn't seem all that important anymore however. "There were no issues otherwise." It had been her smoothest kills to date.

#lara #April 4th #dead boyfriend club hellooo

[erdogan-nevra]

~

Well fuck her.

So much in her own head, in her own goddamn emotions that she hadn't realized the man at the bag was none other than her boss. She'd never actually met the man and why should she have? Adrian trained her, gave her jobs, was responsible for her reports. There was never any need for Johnathan to meet the assassin face to face. Was it unfortunate or a gift that this was how it happened?

Nevra dropped her arms from their crossed position and thought for a moment, tilting her head to the side ever so slightly. The consequences if a punch were to land wrong...but he was offering. Her arms came up in front of her chest, hands closing into firm fists, feet shifting into place. Time to show him why they hired her.

She didn't wait for him to move, instead bouncing forward, bringing her right arm up and around to connect with his upper body. Always make the first offensive move. When her knuckles landed they were met with solid muscle. Nevra pulled back slower than she should have in a real fight, surprised at the sheer mass of him. Parson's was no teddy bear but damn did the impact feel more like a wall than skin and muscle.

Her feet kept moving in an attempt to stay out of his range for a moment or two. A breath to collect herself.

There were only so many times Johnathan could ram his fists against the punching bag before it stopped scratching the violent itch. Sand, no matter how tightly packed, could never compare to breaking bones. It wasn't satisfying, when it couldn't fight back.

What he would give, to be out there, demanding answers from those that'd taken Gianna. With this in mind, he attempted to take out all of his frustration and anger out on the bag. He shouldn't have fucking let her go.

A voice catches him off guard. Not many dared to interrupt him at the gym, especially not when his eyes reflected those of an untamed beast. Sweat dripped from his body, chest heaving as his heartbeat continued to race.

Wordlessly, he tapped the side of the bag, then took the gloves off both hands before throwing them away to the side. Slowly, he turned round to face her and motioned with two fingers, curled upwards into a hook, to try him instead. An opportunity to punch your boss... and they tried to call him heartless.

#johnathan #I don't have fighting gifs so just focus on facial expressions! #April 2nd #location: Rutherford gym

[erdogan-nevra]

Location: A Rutherford owned gym

Date: April 2st

@johnnparsons

Stepping off the plane into London was the last thing Nevra wanted to do. She would have gladly kept moving about the world ending the lives of people who deserved it but it seemed even Lara Rutherford's list of people to dispose of wasn't everlasting.

Leaving Medea at the airport with her directions to check in with Ayaz, the brunette dropped her bag off at home and immediately headed for the gym, sans message to the only Turk she would talk to now.

Hours of intense workouts were about the only thing she could focus on when she wasn't working and luckily the gym was almost empty. What wasn't empty, however, was the single punching bag in the entire gym.

Nevra skulked in the corner for all of five minutes before approaching the man at the bag, back turned to her.

"Feel like giving that up anytime soon? Other people need it too you know." She didn't bother to keep the bite out of her voice, on par for her these days.

#johnathan #we can absolutely keep it shorter at the beginning #just setting up the scene!

[erdogan-nevra]

Left Behind

Date: March 16th and beyond

Locations: London, Porto

Medea was silent in the chair next to her. Or as next to her as she could be as they were in separate pods across the aisle. She doubted the woman wanted to talk but even if she did, it would have been drowned out by the constant thrum of the airplane.

Nevra had never demanded anything from the Rutherfords in the entirety of her employment. They likely would have given her whatever she asked for, within reason, but she had never taken advantage of that. Advantage of their generosity and what giving it to people meant. Most would mistake it for loyalty or comradeship. A chance to tell the people who worked for them that they cared when really it was a chance to show the rest of the world how much fucking money they had. 

Fine, let them throw it around. The eleven hour flight would be more bearable in first class. 

~

“Wait, I’m coming. Wait, wait!” The knock had been soft at first but grew the longer she took to disentangle herself from her blanket cocoon on the couch. The hallways of her little cottage was already narrow and when Sabir zigged the same time she did, Nevra found her knees slamming to the carpet. She shook her head and nudged the dog away, talking loudly before she even opened the door. 

“I didn’t think you’d come thi-”

Ayaz. Not who she’d expected to see but Nevra smiled nonetheless. Maybe he’d remembered her birthday as well and was bored enough to come wish her so in person. She crossed her arms and put on a small pout. 

“I hope my present is hiding somewhere in your coat because I don’t see one and I’ll be honest, if you didn’t get me anything, I might just cry.”

It took her three more beats to understand that he wasn’t there to wish her a happy birthday. 

What was that look on his face? 

“Ayaz?”

“Nev, let’s go inside.” 

She didn’t know why but her heart started racing as he put a hand on her back and shut the door behind them. 

~

We will be landing in Porto Velho in twenty minutes. Please have your arrival card and any items to declare ready and in hand.  

She could feel Medea’s side eye and decided to ignore it. Neither were traveling as their namesake and both had only a carry on. A few changes of clothes was all that was needed for this trip. 

The plane rolled into port with a soft bump. Nevra was on her feet in seconds. 

“Easy there.” Medea’s voice snaked through her consciousness, squeezing uncomfortably, suffocating her with its very presence. 

Ayaz had suggested the woman come with her and when Nevra had told him she didn’t need a babysitter, he shrugged. Yet her arrival at Heathrow and the sight of his ex-wife told Nevra enough. They didn’t trust her, not right now. Not with-

Nevra smiled at the customs worker. When they’d gotten off the plane and ended up here was beyond her. Everything blurred together now. “No, nothing to declare. Just here for a business trip.” Her face remained calm and inviting. Learning to play different parts had been one of the main skills she’d learned as an assassin. She’d never imagined she’d be using it in her daily life just to reassure people she wasn’t going to throw herself off a bridge. 

Medea was next to her again. The Turk could feel her resisting the urge to take her elbow and guide her to the car that was waiting outside. Both women knew what would happen if she touched Nevra. She’d practically bit her head off at Heathrow to prove it. So unlike her. Then again, none of her actions had been like her the past few days. 

What would he think of it all?

~

“Nevra, did you hear what I said?”

Dead. 

Dead. 

Dead.

The snap of fingers echoed in the air. 

The person she’d chosen to love was dead. 

The person who had chosen to love her was dead. 

He was dead. 

Fingers wrapped around her wrists, pressure building each moment she kept silent. 

She had always been the one to leave when things came down to it. Her community, her friends, her fiancé. Nevra always made the choice. It never made it any easier but she had always been in control of who entered and left her life. That way she always knew who to blame when those horrible days eventually showed their faces. 

Who could she blame for this? 

Not herself. 

The drug dealer? Absolutely.

The women and men who joined him for god knows how long until he’d been the unfortunate victim of a bad batch? Sure.

Kerem and his anger, his unfuckingreasonable anger toward their situation? If she tried hard enough. 

Not herself though. 

But Berat…

“Nevra, come back.”

No, she would never, could never blame him. She had chosen him and she wouldn’t blame that person. Even if-

So now she was the one left behind and god did it fucking suck. A harsh laugh escaped her lips. She finally noticed Ayaz and saw the look of concern at her outburst.

~

Blood splattered her face as the assassin pulled the trigger of the gun resting at the base of the man’s skull. It was messier than normal but he hadn’t come quietly and she was pissed off enough not to care. Medea on the other hand looked less than pleased. Blood also splattered the toes of her shoes. She took one look at Nevra’s blood covered face and audibly exhaled through her nose. 

“At least you used a silencer.” She could barely hear the words over the roaring in her head and the sounds of passing cars on the street at the end of the alley.

A burner phone appeared in the older woman’s hand. A quick picture and a moment before confirmation before she tossed it into a barrel, followed by a lit match. A tiny part of Nevra wanted to burn the dead man as well but that wasn’t the job. This job was finished. 

She took out her own phone and pressed the name at the top. Three rings before it picked up. Time difference, right. He wouldn’t care though, not really. 

“Another one.” 

Ayaz sighed on the other line and he kept silent for a moment, no doubt debating how long he should indulge her desire to lose herself. 

“There’s a woman in Launceston…”

~

“You’re sure? No possibility you’re wrong?” Her throat felt like she’d eaten a handful of gravel. She felt her hands begin to shake in Ayaz’s grip. A shake of his head and a slight bow but he never averted her eyes. Never severed that last tether of support she needed. 

Nevra looked toward the front door and slowly allowed the realization that Berat would never walk through it again to wash over her. How was she supposed to get through everything without him? 

They’d talked for hours and nights on end of how it had been so simple to choose each other. How, once they’d said screw it and thrown caution to the wind, life had been so much happier. Their happiness had been a choice, her choice. 

This was not her choice. 

This is what it felt like to be left behind. 

If he was going to leave her behind, then she was going to leave everyone else behind too.

“Give me a job.” 

It wasn’t a question. It wasn’t said in anger or sadness or despair. It wasn’t a want but a need.

It looked like he was going to refuse her so she shook her head. No, don’t stop me.

“Give me a job.” 

~

The second plane was just as comfortable as the first had been. First class again, only this time Medea had done something unexpected. She’d bought out the entire first class. Nevra knew she was standing at the back of the area talking to the hostesses. She didn’t care what she was telling them. No one bothered her though. 

As the woman settled in the back, the Turk settled in the front. Maybe her babysitter had gone through what Nevra was going through. Maybe she expected her to use the privacy to break down and cry or throw a tantrum or let all hell loose. Nevra intended on refraining from each one of those things. 

If she was going to cry it would be on her own terms. Her grief would be her choice. Everything from here on out would be controlled by her because fuck this feeling. A better person would have taken the opportunity to understand, this was how she’d made other people in her life feel. Before, she would have been that better person. 

Now she wasn’t and didn’t care to be. 

Berat Yalaz would be the last person who would make a choice for her and the last person to leave her behind. 

The thought made her sigh.

#self para #the reason she's not at the awards #berat #ayaz #medea #I cried a bit

[erdogan-nevra]

Location: Nomentano

Date: March 9th

@vinnievespucci

"Okay, so I'll have one of those lemon shots please. I was told they were good. What are they called?" Nevra twittered over the bar to the man behind it. The look he gave her was only slightly exasperated but luckily she'd managed to look cute enough that it shifted to kind pity.

"Limoncello, sweetheart. Now I'll warn you, they can bite you in the ass if you're not careful."

It most definitely would and she played into it, giggling and looking up to the challenge. "It's Saturday, I can handle a little bite in the ass. I'll take five please." The bartender guwaffed at the number before turning to prep the drinks.

It wasn't her normal haunt but the Rutherford had a job to do. Gather information on the Sovrani. Giorgio, Giordana, and the person she'd been told would be here tonight, Vincenzo. The boss no less. Why try her luck with the others when she could go right to the source?

#vincenzo #march 9th #pre-berat death #nomentano #here you gooooo

[erdogan-nevra]

"Did I miss something? I know the area pretty well and Haringey is not anywhere near here."

It was only then that it registered that Emine was being, well, docile. Timid even. Since when did the spitfire girl she knew her to be turn into this? Nevra thought she was past the engagement party debacle. Perhaps not but she doubted it.

"Alright, I'll bite. Why is home not too far from here?" She wasn't willing to be quite so congenial with her yet.

Emine knelt down to slip Cleo's leash back on, having let the pup take a few laps to get some energy off. They had been in puppy training and she was picking up the commands very well.

"I'll remember that." The pup sat at her side, before laying down. She smiles down at Cleo. "I don't want anything bad happening to her." There were days where she missed Spectre.

She glances in the direction of where she'll be watching soon. "Home is not too far from here." Her attention drifts back to Nevra.

#emine #pre-berat death #Hyde Park

[erdogan-nevra]

The fact that the Italians had stayed quiet about Melissa's gun happy spree a year ago didn't mean that they had forgotten. Oh no. The woman was right in not letting her guard down, in not thinking they'r just let it go. Rumors about the Sovrani were many but all of them rang the same in the end.

The Sovrani paid their debts.

It was fortunate that she'd had almost no contact with the newcomers. Sidling up to them would be easier that way. Not a piece of cake but certainly not impossible.

Her fingers brushed the top of the folder before dragging it toward her. She'd open it later and study what was inside. A job meant her full attention and rifling through the papers in front of her boss sent the wrong message.

"Of course, but," Nevra considered her next words. "Unseen and unheard. I have the lucky circumstance of not having met the boss yet. You wouldn't mind if I tried a different approach, would you?" Usually Adrian didn't care how she got a job done but Melissa was more particular, more calculating, more powerful. Better to check with her first than ask for forgiveness.

"I appreciate your eagerness, considering our last outing." Slowly, with the precision of someone well-adept with origami, she picked up another piece of paper, once again folding it into perfect lines until she flattened it onto the desk, and turned her attention back to Nevra. Thirty or so seconds passed as she regarded her with the same calculating elegance she reserved for the courtroom. Melissa purposefully softened her smile, leaning back into her chair as she crossed and uncrossed her legs.

"I'll be quite frank," Melissa said, pursing her lips together. "I asked Benjamin to leave because this conversation is not for his ears and I do not want him involved -- yet." This was regarding the Italians. "I need information, specifically relating to the plans of the Sovrani and what they intend to do about the shooting and their plans if I'll be a target -- " she pulled out a brown folder, sliding it over. "The immediate. Giorgio, Giordana, and of course, Vincenzo. David, if he's around." the truth was that Melissa wasn't sure of their next move, and being a step behind left her vulnerable.

"You need to remain unseen, unheard. But you will be compensated."

#melissa #pre-berat death #tagging them all like this now LOL

[erdogan-nevra]

She could see why Adriana liked him. The middle finger was very much her style and there was an odd sense of calm around him. Odd because Nevra had heard all of the stories of how he liked to hunt French Commandants. Not that she was judging.

"I know it's not very English of me but giving up and giving the Scots what they've wanted for hundreds of years doesn't sound like a bad idea right now."

In one fluid motion and definitely not date etiquitte, Nevra peeled off her sock, beneath revealing the reason for her pain. Tiny cuts from rock slivers that had made their way into her shoes.

"I think going bare foot might be better honestly. Or..." The sounds of running water to her left had Nevra standing and walking toward it. Over a crest and down a small hill was a stream. "Want to go swimming?" A certifiable idea considering where they were.

'Smile, I'll send it to Adriana.' So, of course, with a deadpan expression, he gave the camera the middle finger.

The scenery was so stunning, Aviv almost couldn't believe it belonged to one of the most depressing countries he'd ever set foot in; quite the feat, given how much time he'd spent in Eastern Europe. Truth be told, the company wasn't bad, either. The auction certainly could've had a worse outcome. The way Nevra was grimacing as she took a seat, though, had him wondering if she felt the same.

"You're not going to let Scotland get the better of you, are you?" The man raised an eyebrow, corner of his mouth twitching upward in amusement. "Want me to roll you back down the hill? Might be quicker. Definitely entertaining."

#aviv #valentine's auction date #isle of skye

[erdogan-nevra]

"Don't act like you pulled the trigger yourself. We all know it was stray bullet." That only lessened the fact that the former St. Clair boss was still dead by a tiny bit. Semantics in a war where it didn't matter how you went in the end.

Nevra took a sip of the glass in front of her, pointedly ignoring Maksim's follow-up accusation. Her best friend was one of those inexcusable ties and as far as she could tell, none of the Russians were getting any on the side from the French or Italians. Certainly not the latter.

We should have asked for more.

Exactly her thoughts.

"Show me. My bosses don't want any weak promises of looking into things." She had enough gall to put air quotes around the echo of his words. "You say others are preparing for something? Show me. I have no issue getting my hands dirty." Especially if it meant bringing something of use back to Melissa. "I'll even go with you on your next outing, whatever it may be. I assume you know my job title? I can be quite useful."

"The French have their heels dug into this place." It wasn't a lie. Maksim hadn't been quite sure what to expect when he'd stepped off the plane in London. All he knew was it hadn't been...this. Nevra, the woman before him, was in a similar position. Messengers for those to busy to be in six places at once.

"The main St. Clair is dead, if I remember correctly." Maksim's brows flitted up in a dramatic fashion, taking another slow sip of his beer. "It doesn't help that a lot of the Rutherford members seem to have...inexcusable ties to those to the opposing side." It made co-ordination more difficult. Who was and wasn't off limits to these people?

To put it plainly. They were also fucking out numbered. "Like I said, I can see if we can bring more people in, but I don't make those kinds of decisions. Don't shoot the messenger, Nevra." His smile was anything but kind, meeting her toe to toe, as he placed his drink down, moved his now empty plate to the other table and lent forward. "I know others have already started preparing for something. They do what what they have to, to get the job done. But as an act of reassurance, I can look into it on my end." He wouldn't divulge what exactly that was, because showing his cards wasn't good use of his time or tactful.

"You brought us here to clear house." Maksim nodded, eyes closing for a moment as a snort of laughter erupted from him. "We should've asked for far more."

#maksim

[erdogan-nevra]

Berat: I love you. Nevra: I love you too. Nevra: Come round this week. I'll order food and pretend I made it. Nevra: I miss you xx

#berat #fuck this #fuck me #let me follow him lol

[erdogan-nevra]

She opted for the hug instead of shoving her friend for the mock pity and concern, eyes rolling and a grin on her face.

"You'll have to ask him if he still has all of his parts. I don't maim and tell," she joked as she sat in the seat across from Leyla. The weekend had actually been surprisingly lowkey and fun. Aviv had a dry kind of humor she could appreciate and the views had been to die for. Quite literally for her, as she'd almost rolled down one of the many rocky hills.

Her grin turned into a grimace at the mention of her ex-fiance. "Am I a coward for deliberately not finding out how he handled seeing Berat and I? Fill me in, what happened?" She'd lost herself in the crowd at the auction most of the night after her run in with Kerem, selfishly wanting to stay ignorant about his reaction.

Where: The Orchid With: @erdogan-nevra

"Oh my God, look at you!" Leyla wore a pout as she saw her friend, feigning the concern as she waited for Nevra to walk into her hug. "You're alive. You survived a vacation with a Russian." Nevra would have probably outlasted anyone because the woman knew how to survive. Details? Not important for Leyla, but there were not police calls, so either they were bought out or Nevra actually didn't deal with anything and had a fun time.

"Did you have fun? Does he still have his balls? I mean, at least it wasn't Kerem." That would have been something, for sure. Finally, Leyla sat down at the table, ordering drinks for them.

#leyla #the orchid #mid-march

[erdogan-nevra]

"Sabir heel." It was all that was needed for her Dalmatian to retreat from the puppy and settle herself at Nevra's side. It was only a few moments before the newcomer's owner appeared but long enough that the assassin found herself feeling a tad irritated that someone would let an untrained dog off their leash. She reigned in said irritation, however, upon recognizing the voice.

It was odd to see Emine out of her borough and on her own no less. When Nevra'd found her current apartment, it had been a top priority to live somewhere she wouldn't run into any other Turks. She might kill people for a living but that didn't mean she sought out daily violence for the hell of it.

"Careful who you let her around off leash. Not all dogs are as well trained as Sabir." It wasn't meant to be boastful. She had trained the dog well, Incredibly actually, and it was a sense of pride for her. If Emine's dog got hurt because it invaded another dog's space and ended unfortunately, it would be a shame.

"You're far from home. Any special occasion?"

Where: Hyde Park Who: @erdogan-nevra

It felt weird being in parks that were not in her home, not that she had stepped foot in Haringey since her break up with Kerem. She couldn't bring herself to do it, which was odd for her, considering emotions were different for her.

This was new for her, trying to sort out how she was feeling, trying to understand why she felt like a part of her was missing. Emine pushed it away, her attention turning to Cleo who was happily running around and found a dog to play with. She made her way over, knowing the puppy was still learning her manners, when she realised who's dog it was when she saw them coming over.

"Nevra," a smile pulls at her lips. There was a part of her that wanted to blame her for all of this mess, but she knew it wasn't her fault. And if her brother was happy, who was she to try to ruin it. "Seems Cleo made a friend."

#emine #location: hyde park #march 17th

[erdogan-nevra]

Nevra sat across from the Kurylenko heir, wanting to be anywhere but. She'd been told he was here though and needed some checking up on. Relations with the Russians had been sparse lately and an impromptu meeting such as this begged the question; what exactly had they been up to recently?

Now she knew.

"Who's fold are you talking about exactly? Because it seems to me that you all haven't been keeping up your end of the bargain to help my bosses get rid of the St. Clairs. So, care to elaborate?"

It was more than bold of her. This was not her area but seeing as no one else had come with her...at least she'd have something to report back to Melissa and Johnathan should they ask.

FOR: @mobscene-starters WHEN: 09th of March, 2024. WHERE: Mari Vanna (Knightsbridge) 

"I tell you," Maksim looked up from his food, eye glaring as a downpour erupted out of the "Nothin' get's better than this, Anfisa." he was quick to thank the waitress, making a note to remember to tip her before he left, offering a quick smile before turning back to this company.

Mari Vanna was an authentic Russian restaurant in Knightsbridge, which felt more like walking into the front living room of his aunt, had she still been alive. And the decorations that littered made him think of a museum much resembling the country in which he had originated. But it was the food that drew him back time and time again.

Just like home. It made him think of his mother's cooking.

"So," Maksim cleared his throat, taking a sip of a cool beer. "and, feel free to stop me because I'm spitballin' here. Could we bring more people into the fold? Tough decisions are tough for a reason, but I keep thinking it might be a requirement. Or, at least, that was the idea."

#maksim #thought this might be fun!

[erdogan-nevra]

Location: Isle of Skye

Date: Auction Date Weekend

@aviv-kasyanenko

"Smile. I'll send it to Adriana."

Even though she'd been the one to remind him to bring good hiking shoes, her feet were currently killing her. She took the picture and immediately found a rock to sit on, unlacing one of her boots in the process.

"I knew it wasn't going to be an easy hike but damn did I underestimate it."

#aviv #valentine's auction date #isle of skye

[erdogan-nevra]

She couldn't for the life of her read the look Benjamin gave her as they passed each other, her in and him out. Not exactly sobering. She took the seat in front of the underboss and crossed her ankles.

"You know I'm always available when you need it." Everyone was but that was beside the point. Nevra was still curious about Melissa, even if their last outing had made her sick to her stomach. "How can I help?"

FOR: @erdogan-nevra WHEN: 10th of March, 2024. WHERE: Melissa's Office.

"Benjamin, leave us," Melissa said, not bothering to look over the paper that was in her hands. The sound of shoes against the carpet, followed by the soft click of a closing door, was enough for Melissa to drag her eyes from the blur of words that had moments ago been riveting financial market updates.

"Nevra," her voice a soft purr. "It's been a while. Thank you for coming on such short notice." She folded the paper with precision, before gesturing to the seat before her. "Please, have a seat. There is much to discuss."

#melissa #march 10th

[erdogan-nevra]

Nevra: I hope you'll be in Paris for Melissa's auction date. Nevra: In case others haven't stressed to you enough how bad it would be to lose the Rutherford underboss.

@msmelissalin

#benjamin #text #post-auction