#masters.starter

“ here , ”  griffin  said  the  second  he  heard  the  sound  of  footsteps  entering  the  break-room  .  his  throbbing  head  didn’t  lift  from  where  it  was  tucked  into  the  crease  of  his  arm  as  he  lay  slumped  against  the  table  .  in  his  now  raised  hand  was  a  crisp  twenty  .  “  i’ll  give  you  this  if  you  run  down  to  starbucks  and  get  me  three  coffees  .  ”

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            there  are  two  things  that  sunnie  has  managed  to  do  within  the  span  of  an  hour  :  get  through  a  meeting  without  someone  telling  her  to  speak  up  and  then  proceeding  to  scream  in  the  elevator  while  descending  four  floors  .  her  heels  stomped  rapidly  against  the  floor  of  the  elevator  ,  hands  clenched  into  tight  fists  until  she  couldn’t  scream  anymore  .  working  in  hr  could  be  a  living  nightmare  for  the  woman  at  times  ,  and  it’s  a  miracle  that  she’s  even  made  it  for  two  years  .  sunnie  barely  has  time  to  straighten  herself  out  as  the  door  opens  to  reveal  a  familiar  face  . . .  while  she’s  in  the  middle  of  her  screaming  fit  .  ‘  hi  ,  ’  she  huffs  out  once  she  brushes  her  hair  out  of  her  eyes  .  ‘  going  down  ?  ’

the best thing about working for masters, in his opinion, was the fact that he was paid full time no matter what. that was the benefit of being in-house. quite frankly, alexander would rather do literally anything else at masters than be outside of masters working a freelance photography job. all that to say that he found himself with some spare time that afternoon; no scheduled shoots with models for magazine covers or billboards, no new hires or intern promotions to have to deal with, just one last album cover shoot at the end of the day. until then, they had all the time in the world. they’d grabbed a coffee from the break room, not really wanting to linger there for very long, before heading up to the roof. now, they found themself scrolling through twitter aimlessly, sipping his iced coffee. they were invested in a thread of the gucci and balenciaga f/w collab when they realized that someone was talking to him. “what was that?” they asked, not fully prepared to put away their phone yet - it just depended on how interesting this conversation would be.

*          ⸻          A  CONFUSED  EXPRESSION  adorned  kennedy’s  face  as  he  noticed  someone  standing  right  at  his  office’s  door  .  at  first  he  didn’t  realize  the  presence  of  the  unknown  figure  ,  his  blue  eyes  focused  solely  on  the  computer  screen  ,  digits  furiously  typing  out  an  email  .    “    how  long  have  you  been  there  ?  ”  ,  he  squinted  his  eyes  and  tilted  his  head  to  the  side  ,  trying  to  identify  who  it  was  .  “  it’s  a  little  late  already  ,  what  are  you  doing  here  ?  ”