#rafael001

Art is too important not to share. His mother used to quote Romero Britto all the time at home, trying to pass off that the Brazilian artist was Roman's namesake. Which everyone in the Daniels household knew was complete bullshit, as revealed Christmas 2004 when both patriach and matriach after a bottle of sherry admitted it was Romeo Montague, but the actual name seemed 'uncouth' so they altered it slightly.

Nothing like naming your child after one of the most famous tragic characters in literature, he supposed. Perhaps he was lucky to not be named Othello, Macbeth or Hamlet (though why his sister was Ophelia was either because his parents had somehow managed to be the only upper class Brits in history to avoid any Shakespearan text or, more likely, they just had a sick sense of humour).

Still, it was a quote he thought of often, especially with the anniversary just around the corner. How he had impressed Harrison enough by reciting it that it had stuck with the lead singer up until his last ever interview.

So, wanting to pay some sort of homage but finding his surroundings of vinyls and instruments overbearing, Roman reluctantly left his store in the hands of two bored college kids, and headed to the local museum. The art was impressive, an eclectic variety of local, modern and classic pieces. "Fascinating." He had murmured at one such portrait, tips of his ears turning pink when the only other person in this wing turned, coming to the obvious conclusion that Roman had been addressing him.

"Uh, the piece." He nodded towards the painting, "Just...fascinating stuff really. The use of colors and the specific medium and all."

MADISYN: Hey hey heyyyyyy 💗 MADISYN: my business manager said to get in touch about some collab at my farm? 😇😇

May was fucking fuming.

The success of Death's big debut had briefly allowed her to ride a high, happily poking around the bomb sites and tweeting conspiracy theories about who would want to target the three companies - the very picture of innocence. The knowledge that each of them had gotten out alive and unharmed didn’t hurt either, a small swell of pride in her chest at the thought that she had managed to protect those beneath her. She should’ve known that the feeling wouldn’t last long. 

Lurking behind the cameras of the chat show recording was always going to be a dangerous game when May was liable to throw whatever was in her hands as soon as she heard the smug voice of Rafael Femenias Jr., but she had wanted to watch him squirm under Emil’s questioning, see if he could take even a scrap of accountability for the damage his company had caused. She should have anticipated that he wouldn’t, she doubted that the word ‘accountability’ was even in his vocabulary. But she never could’ve anticipated this, a glorified coming out party that was the PR equivalent of pretending to throw a tennis ball for a dog and watching it chase after nothing.

And the worst part was, she knew it would work. Media outlets could never resist a romance, particularly one which had seemingly been building for years - and the fact that it was a gay relationship? They’d be falling over each other to post cringeworthy tweets plastered with the pride flag emoji, celebrating the fact that a member of the LGBTQ+ community was the face of a company who was destroying the planet. A win for inclusivity! It made her sick.

As the cameras wound down and their special guests made their way off the sound stage, she ran to catch up with the more detestable of the two. Her disdain for Ikki Nakamura could wait. Her personal vendetta against the Femenias boy could not. "Very nice, Mr Femenias. Slick.” Her voice laced with sarcasm, she spat the words at his retreating back as though hoping the sheer force of her hatred could wound him. “I'd congratulate you on your plan, but I think we both know that this was the work of some greasy spin doctor and not an original thought on your part."

Coffee had become a necessity routine in her life since she first took up the position with the Scorpions, a daily part of her morning was to grab a large coffee from the Daily Dose before heading into work. Today the line was longer than normal and found herself absently mindlessly scrolling through her Instagram feed looking at pictures of dogs and various adverts for workout leggings. Her attention was completely on the phone that she didn’t notice her purse slipping out of her pocket and hitting the ground, until a familiar face presented it to her. “Oh shit, lucky your here,” she stated, her nose crinkling with a smile. “How have you been Rafael? Haven’t seen you in a while.”

they’d gotten the call ahead of time so the team were able to deal with it simply, escorting the mayor from his car into the backrooms without any suspicion or undue fuss. to everyone else, nothing seemed out the ordinary, just that the head of security was walking alongside the mayor, but then that was only if they were recognised.

but who was concentrated on those two when they had their own financial problems to deal with, fingernails tapping ringing in their ears.

@rafeochoa