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𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐯𝐝, 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐧-𝐡𝐪𝐬

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑳𝑶𝑻𝑻𝑬 '𝑳𝑶𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑬' 𝑺𝑨𝑨𝑩 → ( mika abdalla ) 31, leader of the reserve → intro • threads

𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑰𝑨𝑵𝑶 𝑫𝑬𝑳 𝑪𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑶 → ( miles gaston villanueva ) 36, capo for the mob → intro • threads

𝑻𝑹𝑶𝒀 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑺𝑶𝑹 → ( theo james ) 39, attorney general of nyc → intro • threads

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Despite thinking highly of Nicolas, Lottie always preferred to keep their meetings as brief as possible. In her mind, if he called her or visited her, it usually meant her team needed to do better. This was the case with him and any other leader or higher up from the organization that they had an alliance with. She was just about ready to get out of her seat when his words left his lips - the silence that followed allowing it to settle between them. Somehow, she covered up her surprise in a way that would have made Omar Saab himself proud, although she sat up straighter. "Okay." It occurred to Lottie that it was very much possible that he knew even more than she did - for she had only learned enough to ensure the cover up was effortless, as it normally was when it came to her. She didn't miss Omar, nor the notion that he was out in the world, probably antagonizing someone else. "What do you know?"

LOCATION: their penthouse

It was almost second nature to have Esra now everywhere in what was once been called his home, but was now theirs. He had bought it right before they had officially began dating and more than anyone else, Esra had seen first hand how much he had struggled to find a new place to call home after living the home that he had shared with his late wife and son. In a way, he had thought of her when he was picking not only the penthouse but its location, tried to make it an easier commute when he realized that what they had was real and happening. That adjustment process that couples often had was nowhere to be found as she moved in, for they had been sharing it for longer than they cared to admit.

His smile appeared as soon as he walked into their bedroom, several of his suits hanging from his hand - arriving from the cleaners that his assistant had just dropped off. "You think there's room in there for a couple more things?" Troy asked teasingly, his gaze moving back to their walk-in closet. "Jackson will be here next week, I told him I wanted to make one of the other rooms another closet. Just to be safe." Placing his clothes on the bed mindlessly, he walked over to his girlfriend, kissing her quickly.

LOCATION: his office

One thing that Emiliano never takes for granted is when people do their job without having to remind them. Luckily for him, most of his employees know how he works - and even then, there are stars amongst them that he prefers to work with. Gianna had came to him for help and somehow, he had learned to respect her as she became the lawyer that he always knew she would be. He didn't cover funerals or other events for just any employee, even if he was closer to them than most people would think; memorized children's names, partner's faces. More than who she was in court, Emiliano was aware that the lawyer was exceptionally good at finding information for him. Maybe it was her attachment to The Reserve, who knew.

Once they had their cups of espresso in front of them, Emil placed his iPhone on the desk and looked back at the woman. "The Patterson lawsuit - heard they were into being troublemakers. Anything I can do?" He'd learned with time, despite others working for him, most times he could help them and therefore himself even more by asking the right questions. This wasn't the main topic of their meeting, but still worth bringing up.

LOCATION: a construction site in the upper west side

Multitasking almost came with his job - there were so many hours in a day, after all. So it wasn't rare for him to meet in between meetings with investors, right before he went to La Madrugada to handle most of his business there in the afternoons. Although he and Gwen tended to meet over food, his mission that day was to make it home earlier than usual, for the past few weeks, Emil had focused on routes and contingency plans. It was a gut feeling that came with the lack of performance from the Pantheon at the Hamptons event. He kept waiting for the last shoe to drop, as people say. "There'll be an infinity pool right over here, for some reason this developer wants to make it look LA in New York." He stopped walking as they reached that area and then shrugged. Emil did not care for that city at all, but buyers had shown interest, sometimes part of the process was trusting it. "Anyway, I want your opinion." Politics, he wasn't particularly good at, aside from smiling and shaking hands at the right moment. "How well do you know Mayor Royce's opponent?"

LOCATION: his place

Mornings were the busiest time of her day, for the sole reason that she spent at least two hours at the gym. Normally, she went straight to a meeting and then another. That day, one of her meetings had to take place over the phone, so when she let herself into Santiago's penthouse, Lottie only waved at him - phone still attached to her ear as she placed her purse on the first surface she could find. "Just make sure that he is on time, we need that Vanity Fair cover to hit the stands faster than usual. Yeah." Finally, she put her phone back in her pocket, smiling. "Athletes are so temperamental these days." Only to frown when she realized her boyfriend was already in a suit and tie, ready to head to work, she assumed. "Where are you going?"

LOCATION: their penthouse

Despite the white party being uneventful in terms of the Pantheon, Emiliano's guard hadn't come down since the fires. It was the loss of a Caravelli, that allowed him to see whoever was calling the shots within the anonymous organization, wasn't scared of his own faction. Something that Emil considered almost impressive, but also stupid. They didn't run New York due to only reputation, but their actions. This made his days longer now, for he was checking on things he normally allowed and trusted his associates with. Long before he had married Miray, his late nights had almost disappeared - a change from before he ever met her, since he had always focused on the family business as his one and only priority. He had a lot to thank his wife for, but specifically putting his life into perspective was one thing he didn't know if he could ever repay her for.

It is just past midnight on a weekday when he steps into their penthouse and is immediately greeted by their dogs, Alfie and Backup, as usual. Emiliano had never associated home to a person, for his siblings meant everything to him, but he was fully aware that the only whose destiny was written from day one was his. Since tying the knot, it had dawned on him that his life would forever be tied to Miray's. There was no hesitation about it though, for he would have made that his life mission even if the woman weren't his wife now. The smile on his lips reached his tired eyes at the sight of her in the kitchen as he stepped in, his hand moving to loosen his tie. "I thought you'd be asleep." Emil mumbled, crossing the room to get closer to her and kissing her cheek. "I knew I should have stopped by Taco Bell on my way here, let me call Esteban. He needs a break from trying to solve the mystery of his hat going missing weeks ago."

LOCATION: lottie & alix's penthouse (amelia's too for now)

Secrets were nothing new to Lottie, a sister however, was never something she had ever thought about. She had traveled the world by herself - sent to a boarding school at twelve years old and spent the rest of her life looking for answers that she only recently found the answers to. She had never seen herself as part of a family, not outside of dinners with the del Castillo's once she'd moved to New York, and then finding refuge with the Harrigan's in a way that she never really expected. She had always planned for a life of solitude despite it all because that was all she knew - always assumed everything was temporary. She is fully aware that Amelia and herself don't share an actual parent - a fact she's yet to share with the other Saab, but there is newfound hope ever since Omar was taken down, somehow, someway.

"Do you have anything new on the Demirci's?" Lottie asked, barely looking away from the Wimbledon match she had been glued to in the living room, on its last set. Co-existing was new, but Lottie could even admit it would feel strange once Amelia parted ways and moved out of the penthouse that she claimed to hate. It was her conversation with Aslan at the white party that had kept them at the forefront of her mind, for she knew the leader of The Cavalry wasn't one to ask many questions unless he deemed them necessary.

LOCATION: lottie's office

The past few weeks had been eventful in a way that could have sent anyone spiraling - one thing after another, event after event, interviews, after parties. Lottie couldn't live her life the way that she did if it weren't for her very selective team of people. Selin was included there - someone that up until recently, she had always assumed knew very little about the other side of the business that The Reserve partakes in. Now, knowing her a victim of Pantheon, the woman had wondered just how much she wanted to talk to Selin about the entire ordeal. It wasn't worry about saying too much that worried Lottie, but rather, not saying enough. For every day that she'd spent with Selin by her side, she saw potential.

Now it had been long enough for her questions to feel more calculated, and for Selin's world to slowly come back to its normal state, or so she assumed. If that weren't the case, then Lottie would take care of it - like she would for any of her other employees. "I have another meeting in a few minutes, so I want to talk to you before I leave." Leaving Astoria meant she wasn't coming back until the next day, and a portion of her evening that Selin had never really had access to. "You have a minute?"