the new york fine art gallery ⭑ * 13:00 hours ⸺ @dogbleed, for amara.
a small personal win: he wasn't involved. kiran considered this gleefully as he perused the rows of forgeries that crowded the displays. it had been amusing, then boring, then amusing again with the arrival of a half - dozen of new york's finest dressed in their finest.
undercovers are nearly imperceptible to the uninitiated. but there are two ways to spot them. if you run with bad folks long enough, you can see how they act. a cop is too stiff, too well - trained. the beating heart of their stained morality forced them to walk with a sort of undeserved pride. kiran was never good at this method, his own posture sculpted with marble and the sharp crack of his tutor's ruler.
the other method he excelled in. fed's didn't make enough. on the surface, sure, an out of season prada didn't stick out. but most stupidly wore their standard issue black shoes, scuffed at the heels. still, kiran didn't notice this one until she got close.
"big win for you boys tonight?" he drawled, tilting his head at the painting they both stood in front of. "this arcimbaldo might has well have been drawn in crayola, i wonder how they convinced anyone to sell." with his hands clasped behind his back, he tried to hold back his excitement.
"oh, where are my manners? MY NAME IS KIRAN. i didn't purchase anything, so no need to worry about me!" the lilt of his voice was edged, and he pointedly eyed a man standing on the opposite side, blissfully unaware that the suits are about to tell him he just spent seven figures on a fake.
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the west executive boardroom of stoneage industries ⭑ * 12:00 hours ⸺ @gildcdglory, for haneul.
echoes of shouts and groans bounced from wall to wall, contrasted with the current silence of the room. kiran grimaced at the idea that he was actually quite excited to come today. a meeting of only the top of the burning gods food chain happened often, yes, but they'd never been set at stoneage industries.
the subject of the meeting caused the uproar. as a group they were careful, you had to be in white collar crime. and admittedly, kiran hadn't reached that expectation. he liked throwing his money at things, sometimes not even bothering to check if the money was clean.
they had taken a hard stance. kiran was to stop messing around. under threat of death was implied. so now, kiran sat silently, knee bouncing up and down. his eyes flicked up to the only other person still sitting there. haneul seon. finance. it was only so fitting that he'd be apart of the crusade to stop kiran's patronage of the arts.
"i suppose you're enjoying this." he said bitterly. "and here i thought we were meant to support the culture of the city we live in."
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rose mitchell's desk, stoneage industries ⭑ * 10:00 hours ⸺ @haereticus, for rose.
his finger's hurt from typing his own emails. it's not like he's so spoiled as he demands to not do them, but he's always had an assistant who wanted to. you get used to that kind of treatment, and it aches when it's gone.
typing still, he tilted his head back, checking both ways for the owner for the computer. dark eyes marked the name on the desk: rose mitchell, personal assistant. he'd only met her once or twice. heard her name even less. still, he had a few pullable strings in stoneage, and even more in burning gods. as the desk's owner approached, he visably relaxed, propping his boots on the surface in front of him and leaning back in the chair.
"ah, ms. mitchell! finally, i thought you'd never arrive." his voice full of a social threat, that he would be operating on the idea that he being here wasn't at all strange. "
his assistant would scold him for his dramatics, but well, they were no longer with us. family vacation in miami sounded fake anyways. someone must have killed them, and kiran had been ignoring their text messages in remembrance of the dead.
"well, considering you're so late, we have lots of catch-up to do." he clapped his hands together, standing from her seat. "you'll come with me, of course. and don't worry about your work attendance, i requisitioned you from your superior."
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