#chloedmiller

“Bitch... if you do not slash this cumslut’s points I’m going to go live with Bubba Gump in prison.”

She did not attend the party last night at the Reeves Palace because she was particularly fond of the hosts or the work they were responsible for. She /had/ attended on pretenses that were conjured up by a director's mind, not understanding the full details of the inner workings behind such a motive. Her presence at the event served more than the original intended purpose, though, making her witness to a crime that had not yet happened but was inevitable.

Lunch was held on the patio of The Grove. A table was shadowed by the umbrella above, shielding the producer from the sun as she awaited her guest to join her. It was time for them to reconnect regardless of sighting each other at the Reeves' residence, for there was no shortage of what to talk about when it came to men in positions of abusive power.

"I informed our waiter that it will be a longer wait before he'll be able to take our orders," she spoke after Chloe made herself comfortable in her seat. Sparkling waters had already been set out, the chilled bottle left behind for refills for the convenience of extended privacy. "This meeting has been overdue, as you may agree with, given the company you have found in my absence."

It had started to be a good excuse to visit the cancellation department. Visiting an old friend did pass certain eyes than the alternative, even if that person hadn't been fully aware of the reasoning. It had been for the best. In retrospect, perhaps it should have been taken as a sign of some sort, an example of how fragile a relationship could be, how breakable it truly was, how one outsider could ruin one thing he was so sure of. Now, there is no hidden reason to visit the cancellation department. The alternative does not exist, and he doesn't wish to step foot on the floor. Seeing Chloe outside of Prometheus' walls at all is jarring, actually.

"Well, this is a rare sight to see you away from work," he greets, small smile brushing across his face. She still is a reminder, one he can't escape, but that's no fault of hers. Only his. "You must have grown tired of seeing me for a period of time there."

“I know you’re like always super jammed, but I could totally buy! You know... in exchange for like... five minutes... Tops!” She’s not begging. This is journalism. Professional stuff. Besides, how often is she going to run into Chloe Delaney Miller outside of Prometheus? As if she knew where she usually hangs out! She doesn’t want to blow the chance. “You’d be in really good company with the article I’m writing up. I mean, you know Zion, right?”