#chasingmyers

[text] name a place

[text] skating haven, 6 o’clock

Chase. Sitting in the park alone. He might as well have a sign on him that read “take my money you fake bitch.” Before she could think of a plan, she was sitting almost in his lap, a hand on his back and pulling at the ends of his hair as she spoke. “Chase. Fuckin’ christ, I was looking for you all over..” She usually stuck to working with a team for such a risky move, but she just had her new fur rug installed and was feeling like today was a great day. “You wont believe what I just got word of.” Her eyes worked up a glassy look, a mix of trust and worry beaming from her blue eyes. “Your little girl. Have you gotten an allergy test done with her? Please fuckin’ tell me-” She cut herself off. A dramatic hand to her mouth. “Listen..” She looked around, a hand on his thigh, “I know I fucked around with this witchy-future shit years ago for fun, but you have to trust me on this.. from one dirty alphabet member to another.. Your little girl is in trouble. I got the news last night, an old healer traveled from the US to talk to me. Only one way to change her fate.. it’s too late to make a new path.. I need 1K. And then I leave here to the mountains out east for four days.” She wiped a tear. “We can save her.”

“oops.”

[text] It’s how I am. Stop worrying.

[text] I’ve been in there, nothing worth discussing. Why are you so worried? Is this another secret?

[text] I’m fine, I’m still working on the project.

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