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Your 4th House Sign And Your Ideal Living Environment 🏡

Aries 4H: living somewhere that is a good launchpad for you to do other things. Only being home for short amounts of time. A place where you can be physically active: home gym, treadmill etc. A place with a good kitchen that’s well equipped: gas oven, microwave, toaster oven, etc.

Taurus 4H: living in a place that is luxurious and comfortable. A home or apartment with amenities. A home that is well built and sturdy, it has good structural integrity. Living in a area surrounded by nature, trees, flowers. Somewhere that is relaxing. Living in countryside or suburbs. Living on a farm.

Gemini 4H: living somewhere with multiples: multiple bathrooms, bedrooms, mirrors etc. somewhere where you can participate in hobbies at home. Having a garden, game room, community room etc. living with a friend or sibling. A place with good WiFi. Living in walkable city, you live walking distance to supermarket etc.

Cancer 4H: living somewhere that is peaceful and serene. Living in a comfortable environment. It is a pleasant sensory experience: quiet, gets great sunlight, prefect size etc. A place with good amount of privacy and security. Living Oceanside, near water or the beach. Living traditionally in a suburb or archetypal home. Living with family.

Leo 4H: living in a place that is like a castle. High rise apartment condo, house in the hills. A home fit for royalty. Living in a gated community. Living in proximity to celebrities. Living like royalty: having house staff. Living in an environment that looks glamorous.

Virgo 4H: living somewhere modern and clean. Everything is new, updated and functioning well. Somewhere efficient, and well organized. Properity is well taken care of. Living somewhere that is easy to keep clean: hardwood floors, marble surfaces. House is pristine and untouched.

Libra 4H: living somewhere peaceful and aesthetically pleasing. A place with good architecture, a home that is artistic in someway. It’s neutral overall: not to big or too small. It is close to city but not to far either. Prefers to live with spouse.

Scorpio 4H: living somewhere that offers privacy and protection. Living somewhere secretive that’s not accessible to public. Private gated community, hidden hills etc. Having security codes, access codes, doorman, front desk person etc. Home that has powerful spiritual energy.

Sagittarius 4H: living in and environment that is flexible. Like a studio. Living abroad or internationally. Living amongst foreigners and immigrants. Living somewhere that gives you freedom: having a month to month lease, renting short term etc. Living in a diverse major city. Metropolitan environment. Living in a big house with alot of space.

Capricorn 4H: living somewhere that is well structured. Building that is antiquated or prestigious. Home looks like office, you have your office in your house. Living in a traditional home or apartment, nothing too unique or out of ordinary. Living near the state capital or government buildings.

Aquarius 4H: living somewhere that is good for environment. Eco conscious living. Living with friends/ having communal living space. Prefers not to live completely alone but having friends, roommates or house staff. Having unique quirks in home, like gadgets, speaker system, solar panels etc. living environment is out of the ordinary for some reason.

Pisces 4H: living somewhere that is like a sanctuary. Home has powerful spiritual energy: good numerology, energetically cleansed etc. home is in isolated place. Living in home where you feel disconnected from world around you. Home seems haunted, spooky or abandoned. Living near the beach or bodies of water. Living in foreign lands. Living somewhere that’s hard to find.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Office Space 1

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: you're an assistant to private and corporate investigator, Nick Fowler, and find yourself brought into the fold of his shady professional life. 

Characters: Nick Fowler, Jonathan Pine, this reader is known as Elfie.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

Another thick folder falls on your desk. You look up as Mr. Fowler strides without a word into his office. No explanation, no directive, as ever he's elusive but demanding. 

You sigh and push your mouse aside, bringing the folder in front of you. You open it up and find stacks of hand-written notes, receipts, and reports. You get the happy task of digitizing each one and sorting it into the electronic archive for investigation.  

Your boss closes himself into his office as you sit in the vacant silence of the small lobby. It's no walk-in location. PI work doesn't exactly operate that way. Corporate investigations are even less advertised. Fowler does more than find the corruption, he scrubs it when necessary. 

You expect the discretion of the work is why he hired you. You don't talk much. You do you work without question and clock out. Still, it doesn't keep you from after hours or early arrivals. He texts and you're where you need to be. 

You sort through the thick folder. Chronological or by type? Some don't have dates and what would you categorize a cocktail napkin as? You get up and haul it all into the copier room. It's the smallest room in the rented space, made tighter by the filing cabinets and the industrial printer. 

You unhook your laptop and bring it into the copier room. You put it on the narrow table and go to task. It's mindless work. You fall into the pattern of scanning, numbering, and cataloguing. The copier hums in the empty static. 

No music, no noise. Your request for white noise was declined without consideration. You accept without argument. Fowler isn't the type to entertain pushback. He's the boss. 

Whatever, you wouldn't trade the silence for the top ten on repeat at your previous retail gig. The people are enough to make you tolerate the isolation. Besides, it's a job, it's not meant to be fun.  

You get your kicks after work; a drink with your fellow corporate drones down at Retro's. Thinking of, it's been some time since you had a spicy margarita. You pause your work and go to retrieve your phone from your purse. As you find it hiding in the middle pocket, Fowler's door opens and he promptly marches over to stamp his mug down on your desk. Shoot. 

"Emergency?" He wonders as his blue eyes narrow at your grip on the phone. 

"No, sir, checking the time," you lie and drop the cell back in your purse and hide it in your drawer. "Coffee?" 

He doesn't answer, merely taps the brim and walks away. He leaves his office door open as he retreats. You give a tight smile to the empty office and snatch up the dark blue cup. 

You take it into the little room meant to be some sort of break space. You don't take breaks and neither does he. You approach the expensive nespresso machine and go through the motions. Cappucino. You've become a pseudo-barista since you started the job. 

The smell of coffee tempts you. You're permitted to have one of your own but you have to supply your own coffee and dairy. It's easier to hit the cafe on your way or pack a cup from home.  

You carry it out and tentatively approach Mr. Fowler's door. You peer inside and clear your throat. He sneers at his phone without acknowledging you. You near and place his cup on the marble coaster beside his apple mouse. 

"We have an extra mug?" He asks without looking up. 

"Yes, sir, I think--" 

"I don't need you to think, I need yes or no." 

"Yes," you swallow down his bluntness. As you least you never have to wonder what's on his mind. He'll tell you. 

"I'm in expecting someone in twenty minutes." 

That's it. You have the pieces, put it together. His visitor will require their own beverage. Lovely. A rare drop-in is hardly exciting, more stressful. If they're important enough to come in, they're important enough to be concerned. 

You go to find a second cup. You have your own, a red travel mug without a handle. You’ll leave the silicon lid in your drawer and give it a quick rinse.  

You wait behind your desk, the mug clean and sparkling beside the nespresso in anticipation. You’ll go back to your scanning once you have the visitor settled. You know Fowler wouldn’t want them walking into an empty desk. In the meantime, you sift through another case file on your screen. 

When the door opens, you pop up, overly alert. That’s not your usual state. This place makes you sleepy. You stand up to greet the man as he steps through. 

He’s tall, taller than Fowler, but slender. While his shoulders are broad, the rest of him is trim. His blonde hair is kept neatly and his blue eyes are crystalline where your boss’ are dark and stormy. This man is like sunshine compared to the usual grim cloud over this place. 

“Hello, uh, sir,” you smile, “you must be here to see Mr. Fowler.” 

“Yes, that’s me,” he says breezily, “Jonathan Pine.” 

“Okay, erm, I’ll let him know you’re here,” you round the desk, hitting your hip on the corner but hiding the pang it sends down your thigh, “uh, would you like a coffee?” 

“How kind to offer, but no, I’m more of a tea drinker,” he replies, “pardon, but I didn’t get your name.” 

“Elfie,” you utter instinctively, “er, excuse me, I’ll just go let Mr. Fowler--” 

You scurry to the office door and it opens before you can reach it. Mr. Fowler steps out and sends you a sardonic look. You wince and step back out of his way. He struts by and approaches Jonathan, Mr. Pine properly, with his hand out in offering. 

“Pine.” 

“Nick,” the man answers familiarly, “long time.” 

“Not long enough,” Fowler counters as they shake hands firmly. He’s a few inches shorter than Pine though hardly falters at the fact. “Elfie, coffee.” 

“She did offer,” Pine intones, “I politely declined. You know it isn’t my style.” 

“Mm, yes, I know your style too well,” Fowler rebuffs and lets him go, gesturing him through his office door. As he follows, he glances back at you and arches a brow. What did you do wrong this time? 

[cigsaftersuh]

ㅡ bound by birth.

🐯 a lee minhyung fic <3

୨ his favorite person, numbers, & date ୧

the rooftop was quiet, the city lights stretching endlessly in every direction. mark had rented out the entire space for the evening, wanting privacy. "no distractions," he’d said earlier with a casual shrug, as if it was the simplest thing in the world to turn a luxury venue into his own private sanctuary.

you sat beside him on the plush outdoor sofa, the scent of his cologne — a clean, woodsy warmth — lingering in the cool evening air. a soft cashmere throw was draped over your legs, and mark’s hand rested comfortably on your thigh, his fingers warm and steady against you.

“do you ever think about how much a person’s life can change?” his voice broke the quiet, low and contemplative.

you turned to look at him, catching the sharp lines of his jaw under the soft glow of the ambient lighting. “what do you mean?” you asked with curiosity.

he didn’t answer immediately, his gaze focused on the city skyline. when he spoke again, his tone was softer.

“mine changed the day i met you.”

you blinked at his words, your heart skipping a beat.

“be serious,” you say playfully nudging his shoulder.

he glanced at you, the faintest smile tugging his lips at your reaction. “i’m serious. you don’t even realize how much you’ve done for me.”

you shifted under his gaze, suddenly feeling the weight of his words. “i didn’t do anything,” you said, your voice quieter now.

“you didn’t have to,” he replied. “you just... being you is enough.”

his hand on your thigh tightened slightly, grounding you. “before you, i was just going through the motions. work, money, investments — it all felt empty. but then you came along, and suddenly, it all made sense. everything i have, everything i’ve worked for; it’s yours.”

your breath caught, the sincerity in his voice leaving you momentarily speechless. “mark, you don’t have to—”

“i know i don’t,” he interrupted gently, his eyes meeting yours. “but i want to. you’re everything to me, y/n. i need you to know that.”

the intensity in his gaze made your heart race, and you struggled to find the right words. “mark…”

“i’ve already made it clear in other ways,” he continued, cutting you off with a faint smirk. “you know my bank pin?”

you frowned at the sudden change in topic. “why would i know that?”

“you should, it’s your birthday,” he said, his tone casual as if he were stating a fact as simple as the weather.

you blinked, unsure if you’d heard him right. “wait... what?”

“my bank pin,” he repeated, his smirk growing. “it’s your birthday.”

“mark,” you said, your voice half-laugh, half-disbelief. “why would you do that?”

“because it’s the most important date in my life,” he said simply. “it’s the day everything changed.”

your chest tightened, his words sinking in. “you’re crazy.”

“i’m practical,” he corrected you, his smirk softening into a smile.

“it’s not just my pin, by the way. it’s the access code for the penthouse, my apartment, my car, my office vault...”

you could tell he was only naming what came to his mind in the moment, and that it wasn’t even half of half of whatever else he uses your date of birth for.

your eyes widened. “but that’s so reckless!”

“it’s not,” he replied smoothly, his thumb beginning slow circles against your thigh. “it’s intentional.”

“intentional?”

“every time i use those digits, it reminds me of what matters most.” his voice dropped slightly, his tone laced with quiet conviction. “you.”

your heart felt impossibly full, and for a moment, all you could do was stare at him. “mark, i don’t even know what to say.”

“you don’t have to say anything,” he murmured, leaning closer. his hand slid from your thigh to cradle your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin gently. “just let me take care of you.”

you sighed, leaning into his touch. “you’re ridiculous.”

“and yours,” he countered, his lips curving into a small smile.

the soft breeze of the city below filled the silence that followed, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. it was warm and intimate, unspoken promises hanging in the air.

mark’s hand found yours, his fingers lacing with yours as he held you close.

in his world of endless luxury and power, mark had chosen to make you the center of it all — not because he had to, but because he couldn’t imagine it any other way.

“your birthday,” he repeated. “it’s my favorite day. because that’s the day you came into the world. the day everything started.”

you blinked, his words settling over you like a soft whisper. “mark…”

“every time i think about it,” he continued, his voice low and gentle, “i can’t help but feel this overwhelming sense of gratitude. like, how lucky i am that you’re here.”

you were lost in his words, your chest tight with emotion. “wait no, you don’t need to—”

“i do,” he said, cutting you off.

“it’s true. your birthday isn’t just a number to me. it’s a reminder of who you are, and how you’ve changed everything.”

he brought your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your palm. “and that’s why it matters more to me than anything else.”

you didn’t have to say anything in return. his words, his actions, spoke louder than anything you could have.

mark had made sure you knew, without any doubt, that in his world, you were the one that made it all worthwhile.

with love,

© cigsaftersuh

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Warwick Emerson for AlbaXmas BC hosted by @blvckentropy

Warwick Emerson,46 Adult Occupation: Real Estate Broker Aspiration: Mansion Baron Traits: ambitious, materialistic, nosy, erratic, outgoing

Born and raised in the spice district, Warwick Emerson has some stories he could tell about his youth. His parents owned a small co-op of brownstones that they rented out exclusively to low income single parents or small families with Children. Both Warwick's parents were a byproduct of the foster care system and know what it was like to be bounced around from home to home and had parents that didn't have a stable place to live and raise them.

It was their life's work to make sure children and their parents had a roof over their heads. He loves his parents for their passion, values, and the fantastic if not modest upbringing he and his sister had. Warwick always wanted more, see, though his mom loved her brownstones and the families, he saw his mother plenty of times looking longingly at fancy properties. He even found her dream board of high end homes, decor etc. that she kept on simtrest when he was a young teen. He wanted her to have that and more.

As he got older Warwick realized he love old buildings and architecture, and saw the beauty in those rustic spaces, he also loved those big sprawling homes and secretly watched HGTV.

After high-school Warwick attended classes to obtain his real-estate license and and while he learned the ropes and started working the listings, in an attempt to make a name for himself. He went back to the community college and took several business classes and he slowly built his brand. Fast forward 2 decades later Warwick homes is one of the top tier real-estate firms for high end homes. Running offices out of both Oasis spring and Del Sol Valley

Warwick lives a very comfortable life these days and though money was intentionally tight , his parents were all about savings, as a kid he didn't want for anything and now neither does his parents. Five years ago he was able to retire them and moved them to Tomarang, the place they had always dreamed of living. His co. now manages his parents original brownstones and a few others he purchased through the years. Those properties run under the name Penny P's. Place, after his mom.

Warwick has never been married and though he has enjoyed the company of women throughout his adulthood, no one has really stood out. As his favorite time of year approaches and his family's taking a trip to Mt K. this will be the first Christmas he will be with out his family in years and and its got him feeling retrospective. Maybe its time to build a new brand for himself, one that includes a woman at his side that's willing to be his partner in life , love and family.

Fun Fact: Warwick Tattoo took 3 years to complete as its ink uses real gold and had to be done in small increments to keep it from delivering toxic levels of the mineral into his bloodstream

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Karaoke love

This is written for @flashfictionfridayofficial with the prompt #FFF238 Take my hand and for @fluffbruary February 2 prompt : engagement | scent | jam

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Beware of manga spoilers for the latest chapter. This is exactly 1000 words. I was totally into it at the end. I hope the ending makes sense. Heh!

Toto takes a shot from his whiskey glass, easing himself up. It’s his turn to sing. The screen monitor shows the song that he’s chosen awhile back. The truth is his singing is only confined to the four corners of the flat and his shower cabin in Asakusa.

Ron mentioned once that his love for singing in the shower is one of the rare times when Toto lets himself go apart from his innate resoluteness. But come to think of it, Ron didn’t say much about the quality of his singing voice, Toto has only been just self-conscious ever since that incident that he never sings anymore whenever he stays at Ron’s apartment.

Who suggested going to the karaoke bar anyway? Ah, it was Kawasemi-san. Today is the last day that he’s going to be in town and coincidentally his birthday that for all intents and purposes, Dr. Mofu asked him what else he wanted to do in Tokyo before going back to Aichi.

They rent a private room at the Karaoke Kan in Shibuya. The shop became famous when it was featured in a Western film in the early 2000s about two Americans, who found each other amidst the backdrop very alien to them: from food to cultural references. The premises have become a Mecca for tourists.

The whole gang is here. Amamiya, who tags along these days, and Dr. Mofu didn’t have the time when they went to Kamakura for sightseeing two days ago. So, they made sure that they were present this time around before sending Kawasemi-kun back to Nagoya. The only one who’s missing is Spitz, who cannot leave London at the moment and is disgruntled with a dash of envy in his body when he finds out their plans.

“Ack, Tototo! I am going to miss your performance. Ron-kun says that he has a rock ‘n’ roll singer living in his house.” Toto laughed when he heard this.

Should Toto stand up?

An arm gathers around him, as if grounding him. While the hand holds his shoulder, firm and yet tender. Toto turns to his left; Ron’s blue eyes confront him. Relax.

“Y-yeah…” Toto has calmed down a bit.

The first notes of a raunchy electric guitar surge, he poses to belt out the text that flashes on the screen.

“I'm an alligator/ I'm a mama-papa comin' for you / I'm the space invader / I'll be a rock 'n' rollin' bitch for you / Keep your mouth shut … Keep your 'lectric eye on me, babe … Press your space face close to mine, love / Freak out in a moonage daydream, oh yeah!”

His friends are fired up, hooting at the way Toto playfully sings a David Bowie song. Chikori-kun’s admiration skyrockets to 200 per cent. Her eyes scream of glowing stars. Kawasemi kun sings along. He knows it by heart and has been a Bowie fan. He’s so glad that Toto made a little research about him. Dr. Mofu’s face breaks into a giggle as she stops conversing with Amamiya, who cannot stop smiling. Toto, gyrating before her very eyes, has transformed into another person. And Ron? He’s looking at Toto with his hungry eyes, his hands won’t stop rubbing his thighs clothed in loose jeans. He then places his right hand into his pocket and reaches for a small box inside, feeling glad that he hasn’t lost the engagement ring.

You deserve all the good things in the world, Toto!

As the Tokyo police officer hits the end notes, Toto bows to the delight of his friends clapping and whistling on his way.

“Thank you so much!”

Ron hands him a glass of water and half-hugs him when he’s already seated.

“You did well, Toto!”

Toto mouths his thanks as he downs another glass when the next song starts to play. Chikori kun can’t stop herself from gushing when he notices that Ron stands up.

Oh, he’s next. Toto is darn curious now. He knows that Ron can sing really well as expected of him.

“Wise men say / Only fools rush in / But I can't help falling in love with you / Shall I stay? / Would it be a sin / If I can't help falling in love with you?”

All of a sudden, the whole room turns quiet. No one claps, nor whistles. As if a magician does his trick enchanting the audience. Everyone is glued watching Ron does his interpretation of a popular Elvis Presley song.

Toto is fastened on his seat, mouth agape. Ron is looking at him, his intentions are clear. His heart beats faster, aware of his surroundings and the four sets of eyes that are focused on them.

“Take my hand / Take my whole life, too / For I can't help falling in love with you…”

Ron sits next to Toto and seizes his hand. He begins to speak.

“I am glad that our friends are here to give me support and witness the promise I will say here today. Too bad that Spitz isn’t around but he already knows my plans.”

Toto’s face is red now not because of the alcohol but specifically because of Ron, who is in front of him, who is now removing an object from his pocket.

“Toto, I know that it is all so sudden. But, after all the things that happened between us, I believe that there is an understanding that we can’t live without each other and instead prepare to die together if we are faced with a choice, are you willing to be my partner for life? Will you marry me?”

Toto’s mouth quiver, why hasn’t he never thought that this day will come? Ah, that’s why he can never be as good as Ron when it comes to sleuthing.

He then grabs Ron’s face and in front of everyone kisses Ron, his fiancé. Without remorse nor embarrassment while their friends say their congratulations.

“Yes!”

~ fin ~

[storiesofsvu]

Love Comes Quietly Ch 4

Alex Blake x reader warnings: language, mention of sex related things, alcohol, some teasing.

Alex was thoroughly enjoying her weekend, a week of not having to leave the DC area meant the house was clean, her laundry was already dealt with and the fridge was full of fresh food. The weather was gorgeous, her back patio doors slid open along with a couple of windows to let the warm breeze into the house. She’d left a playlist going from when she’d been cleaning the kitchen, now perched on the couch attempting to finish one of her fiction books before they picked up another case when the work week started the next day.

She had just finished a chapter, debating whether she was going to keep going or move onto something else when the doorbell rang. At first her brow furrowed, glancing toward the door before checking her watch and she remembered, sliding a bookmark into the book and placing it down on the coffee table. She padded over to the door, pulling it open with a bright smile on her face.

“Hey!” She greeted and you returned the grin.

“Hey! I’m so sorry I’m later than I said I would be, the storage unit took longer than I thought and then I got all turned around.”

“You find the place okay?” She asked, stepping back to let you into the house, scooping up one of the bags you’d placed down on the front step.

“Oh yeah, your directions were great, I just fucked up left and right.”

“Well… welcome.” She gestured to the house before picking up a key ring off the table in the entry way, “this is yours.”

You took it from her with a soft thanks, following her around the corner into the front sitting room, a couple of cozy sofas and chairs, a shelf lined with books and a bar cart in the corner. Down a small hallway she lead you to the room you’d be using for the time being, complete with a very comfortable looking queen bed and a full sized closet ready and waiting to be unpacked into.

“I’m sure you’re exhausted if you want a rest now I wouldn’t be surprised, that drive would take it out of me.”

“Oh it wasn’t that bad!” You assured her, though you did drop down onto the bed, pulling out a phone charger to immediately plug in, “I split it between two days, stopped in New York for that wedding last night.”

“And yet there seems to be a lack of a hangover?” She teased with a grin and you laughed.

“A pleasant lack of male strippers would be to thank for that. I doubt the bride’s parents would be alright with that kind of entertainment.”

“True.” She chuckled, softly squeezing at your shoulder, “c’mon, I’ll show you around.”

You followed her out of the bedroom, she pointed out the bathroom across the hall, noting that it would basically be your private one as the master bedroom has an ensuite. Around the curve of the hall opened up into the open living room and kitchen, patio doors leading to the backyard. The space was large, bright with sunlight, kitchen island in the middle of the room, the flooring shifting to hardwood as you shifted into the living room, two large comfy couches and an arm chair. A couple of books and a case file lay on the coffee table alongside Alex’s leftover coffee mug from that morning, the walls lined with shelves, books, nick knacks and photos littering the space, a large tv mounted on the wall across from the main couch. Alex led you down the short hallway on the other side of the room to show you the spare room you could convert into an office or whatever you wanted, her home office and a brief glance into her room before you’d circled back.

“I completely forgot to ask about rent.” You suddenly turned back to face her, leaning back against the kitchen island.

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that.” She immediately waved you off.

“Alex…” You near warned and she chuckled.

“The mortgage has been paid off for years.” She shrugged, laughing again at the way you narrowed your eyes at her, “if the utilities jump, you can help with those.”

“Fine.” You admitted defeat with a warm smile, “thank you.”

“I’m the one here to lend a helping hand while you get settled, that’s what we agreed on.” She moved through the kitchen, pulling open the fridge, “I was going to do chorizo pasta for dinner later if you’re interested?”

“Sounds amazing.”

“Did you want to eat now?”

“Later’s fine.” You waved her off, “I was thinking about running to the store anyways, make sure I have a few things for the week. You need anything?”

“Hmm.” She thought for a moment, “coffee creamer.”

“Brand? Flavour? Type of milk?”

“I trust you,” she shrugged, “surprise me.”

“Alright.” You chuckled, “where’s the nearest store? Or best close by I guess.”

“There’s a Safeway just down Georgia.”

“Awesome.” You pushed off the counter, “I’ll be back in a bit.”

**

Alex knew that adjusting to having someone in her space again might be weird, or throw her off a little bit, make her change things in her daily routine that maybe she didn’t really want to change. However she found herself somewhat surprised at how much she enjoyed having you around right away. The level of comfort you found yourself in her space certainly helped, you’d made yourself right at home but not in an invasive way whatsoever, you simply weren’t tip toeing around like house guests did sometimes.

The first night she’d made dinner, you’d wordlessly started doing the dishes while continuing the conversation from the dinner table, packing up leftovers while you sipped on your wine. The two of you stayed up chatting on the couch with the television on in the background until she caught herself yawning yet again and made the call to head to bed.

Sharing your home space was something that you weren’t used to either, having been on your own for years out in Boston. You were incredibly thankful for the opportunity Alex had given you, and wanted to make sure she knew just how much you appreciated it. It took little to no effort to help with dishes, unload the clean ones (though sometimes that did end with Alex being unable to find something as it wasn’t in the spot she was used to, but it was an adjustment period after all), to make sure the coffee pot was always on in the mornings. You very much enjoyed her company, but you also knew what it was like to constantly have someone else around, so you stuck to your side of the house on quiet days.

Mornings were quiet, not too much chatter as the two of you woke up, silently moving around each other in the kitchen as breakfasts were made and lunches were packed. It was normally by the time you got into the car that the conversation would actually start. Some evenings were spent together, one of you cooking while the other perched at the kitchen island, others you’d retreat into your own space. Alex would peek into the sitting room when she was done cooking to find you curled up on one of the couches with a case file, or hear the low rumble of the television from your room, the door open only a crack to try and keep it quiet but also in a way that said she was more than welcome to come in.

It only took a matter of days for both of you to fall into the habit of cooking twice the amount of food you regularly would, even if the other person wasn’t around. It meant that mornings you went out for a run, breakfast was ready and waiting by the time you got out of the shower. That days when Alex was teaching and thus home later, there was a plate in the oven still warm for her even if you’d gone out. If she left the wine glasses out on the coffee table on a Friday night, by the time she got up the next morning they’d be washed and drying in the dish rack and if you left laundry in the dryer, you’d find it neatly folded by the time you got home. The two of you slipped into a very easy routine without even having to think about it, it just worked.

While your first month at the BAU certainly had been a lot, it went by surprisingly smoothly and quickly, you were passed your probation period before you even knew it. The team had all welcomed you with open arms and you fit in perfectly, there was no doubt in anyone’s mind that you had been the right pick. Emily was already fond of you from the interview process, but getting to see you really in action in the field and how quick you were to put pieces together working cases really reassured her that you were meant to be on her team. It also didn’t hurt that outside of work hours, the two of you got along as well as you did with Alex. Emily was quick to ask if you wanted to grab a drink, introducing you to a few of her favourite places around town. If it was a weekend adventure with Emily you always knew you were in for a good, yet slightly chaotic time.

**

“You’re eating early.” Alex greeted as she returned back into the kitchen from the back yard, “what is this? Senior citizen dinner day?” You shot her a playful glare as she chuckled.

“I’m going out with Em later.”

“Doesn’t that usually entail food?”

“Yeah.” You mumbled over a bite of chicken, “but she specifically told me to Uber, so I’m sure there’s going to be more alcohol than food involved.”

Alex laughed at that, stealing a green bean off your plate, “mmm! That seasoning is delicious!”

“There’s extra in the fridge for you.”

“You’re a goddess.” She smiled, pulling open the fridge to grab a bottle of water, “you know, you and Emily have been hanging out a lot…”

“Yeah.” You shrugged, glancing up at her with a furrowed brow, “she’s fun to hang out with, knows a lot of cool places around the city.”

“Didn’t you bunk with her in Atlanta a couple of weeks ago?”

“I had to bunk with someone and they gave her an executive suite, it was an obvious choice.”

“Hmm.” She grinned softly at you and you raised a brow, still confused, “so all these nights out aren’t dates then?”

“Ew! Alex! No! Besides, if they were I would’ve told you. I do my best to not sleep with my bosses, figure it would make the work place a little too dramatic.”

“Did you really just ‘ew’ at Emily Prentiss?” She asked with a laugh and you shook your head at her holding back an eye roll, “you’re saying you don’t think she’s attractive?”

“Alex…” you shot her a warning glare, “she’s become my best friend. Is she my prettiest friend? Absolutely. Can I look at her and appreciate that she’s stunning? Yes. But I would never, and she’s not my type.”

“How so?” She raised a brow, taking the opportunity to steal another bean from your plate.

“I dunno.” You shrugged, “she’s… too daddy for me.”

“So you’re saying you prefer mommy?” She asked with a smirk and you about choked on a bite of food, feeling the heat instantly creeping up your neck and she laughed. “you should come with me to my next Pilates class, I’m sure you’d find one there.”

“I’m regretting making you dinner.” You deadpanned and she chuckled, turning back to the fridge to grab a snack, nearly ignoring what you’d said.

“You know, I’d never really thought about it, but she does kinda give off those vibes.”

“What?” You asked, distracted with your phone as it pinged with a text.

“Emily.” She stated simply, turning back to you.

“Well I mean, considering her selection of straps, she’s definitely a dominant top.”

“You’ve seen her sex toy collection and you’re still trying to convince me you two haven’t ever fooled around?”

“Not in person!” You defended, “we were having an alcohol fueled conversation about sex toys and she sent me a couple of links.”

“Yeah and which of the ones she uses is your favourite?”

“You asking for recommendations? Or are you jealous, Professor Blake?” You raised a brow and she let out a scoff of a laugh right before your phone pinged again and you swiped open the message from Emily.

“What?” She asked with a chuckle as a concerned expression took over your face.

“She just sent me the address… Swingers Club Dupont Circle?”

“Well now I certainly don’t believe that you two aren’t fooling around.” She laughed, “Call me if you need an escape out of there, or honestly even just a ride. Good luck.” She shot you a wink that you rolled your eyes at before she disappeared down the hall, leaving you alone to try to figure out what the fuck Emily was playing at.

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[adj4mp]

We have a housing problem what problems do you forsee and what solutions would you suggest for the upcoming projects?

Hi Anon, Thanks for the question

One of the big problems we will face with getting the number of houses built that this government has targetted is the requirement for parking spaces for those houses. We can no longer build streets of terrace houses because each house is supposed to have room for 2 cars. This is why new build blocks of flats come with carparks and new build houses usually come with front parking spaces or garages.

I'd like to use tech to solve the problem there are underground parking garages that would fit in almost any community but they come with the risk that a breakdown would cause a neighbourhood to be without access to their cars. I've seen examples of this on Tom Scott's YouTube here which can include electric car charging and are much more secure than on-street parking.

Storing cars off the street like this makes them a hassle to access, which means that you need to build the area around that limitation. While discouraging driving you have to provide all the things a community might need. Every 100 or so houses should have a shop or commercial space, every 250 houses should have a park. This makes the area walkable and enjoyable for families.

Every 1000 houses should have some form of community resource which might be a community centre, doctor's office, library, school or faith building. The community resource should be the last thing that's built, there should be space earmarked for it and when residents have started to buy up the finished properties and move in they should get an opportunity to decide what they think they would use most.

These should often be built in conjunction with one another, if there's the opportunity for 5000 houses to be built near one another. We could end up with a village that has 2 primary schools, a doctor's office, a library/community centre, and a church for the community buildings, while in the commercial spaces there could be 5 corner shops, 5 charity shops, a salon, a barber shop, a bank, a local supermarket, 5 pubs or takeaways, 5 other faith buildings, a telecom exchange, 6 electric substations, a retirees centre, several spaces for small local businesses/offices, and to fulfil the green space requirements there'd be 10 small parks/playgrounds and 1 larger park with 10x the space maybe with basket ball/tennis courts, lawn bowls, some football posts on a field and a set of toilets. This would end up being a somewhat balanced community with room for many different sorts of people to move in and become a community through their shared access to these spaces.

Social housing should be an integral part of every community, 1/10 homes being one that should be sold to a social landlord or council, these should be picked at random so it's impossible to tell which streets or which properties in a given street are social landlords vs owned by the person living in them vs private rented. They absolutely should not be the cheapest houses the building company can provide that meets the social housing specification while other houses in the same area are bigger or have more things built into their fabric.

Making a village like this walkable and limiting the parking to the parking structures means you can forgo streets and use many of the road spaces as green spaces with walking paths, trees and so on.

If I were designing this I'd have concentric circular roads connected by spokes on T junctions where the 4th road goes into a parking structure and the spoke roads may be on every 3rd or 4th 'street'. the result should be no one is more than a few minutes walk from one parking structure or another, and each structure could have storage for 50 to 100 cars, which would probably mean people would end up meeting at the structures around rush hours adding more opportunities to build the community.

I understand that this wouldn't be workable in all areas but I think that if 5-10% of the projects looked like this they'd be able to provide a higher density of housing with an improved local environment over the concrete jungle with tarmac driveways and tiny gardens model which has come to dominate in many new build locations.

Even though I think this is a good solution, I understand that it could only be done with planning directed by the government because this shift in the layout and structure of new communities is rather radical. I see that it would face huge amounts of resistance from commercial ventures thinking that it's not viable, installing the technologies is going to take skills and extra money we don't currently have easily available relatively speaking, even if I believe there would ultimately be an appetite for this sort of community and people would easily adapt to living in these sorts of villages because it's so different it might take time to be accepted.

Yet another Complicated answer for a complicated world and this isn't the only solution out there. I'd like to hear from other people what they think of this idea and if they could see themselves living in a place like this.

[pontevoix]

he wants to say no. jean asks if he can be his sanctuary tonight, & armin wants to refuse so badly that he thinks he can taste bile on the back of his tongue. the want for refusal is enough to drip acid down his throat, & he recognizes the consequent nausea as guilt.

from @theirs1n : please, can’t you be my sanctuary tonight? jean and armin.

it’s a familiar enough feeling that he’s learned that he can soothe himself by tracing the pad of his finger over the carvings of his desk’s edges or searching for cobwebs in ceiling corners, by adjusting his stance & containing himself a little better.

it’s awful, he thinks, that he should be feel so adamant about the want for refusal – because he still also wants to want to be helpful so badly that he can taste bile on the back of his tongue. anxious anticipation piles nausea on top of nausea. even so, he opens the door for jean when he knock – admits him into his rented room. he was never going to refuse.

it’s a cyclical type of non-reasoning: he’s guilty because he wants to deny help. he wants to deny help because he’s guilty, because he wants to be guilty, because jean is a comfortable type of familiarity that armin isn’t sure that he’s able to refuse.

it’s starting to get harder to be comfortable with familiarity  – since the day the world had ended, there had been a necessary adrenaline in the way that survivors promised themselves to an uphill hike through mud. passing years make the hill plateau, though it makes the mud no less thick.

armin thinks he may be terrified to consider what should happen if the mud should disappear, if he starts walking without resistance. so familiarity turns into a threat & feels too much like stagnancy & feels too much he might drown. it feels too much like everyone else is drowning, too.

so no one else has been in his living space. he’s been habitual about arranging meetings in public spaces, office spaces, he’s had enough of hotel rooms, of inn-keeps, of hosts, of families pretending that stylize rented rooms were meant to have a likeness to home —- it feels too much like playing pretend.

to entertain visitors & their familiarity feels too much like play-pretend exposed, like raw wires too ready to touch water.

but jean is here now, & he is familiar. armin thinks he may be drowning, & jean asks if he can be his sanctuary tonight, & armin toes at floorboards with the tip of his still-socked feet. he really thinks jean may be drowning.

it makes him acutely aware, for a second, that they are small together. jean stands in private quarters & stinks slightly of alcohol though his expression settles somber, sober, & melancholy. armin stands with his arms folded across his chest unbound while anxiety twists at his lips & joins acid at the back of his throat.

they are not titanic. they are mortal, & they are not titanic.

the hotel is older – equipped with gas lamps rather than electric & bouncing gold off jean’s skin. it’s enough, somehow, that armin notices ( for the first time ) an etching of lines at the corner of jean’s eyes, not quite crows’ feet  & not quite youth.

they are not yet old, but they are the ghosts of child soldiers. it’s uncertain how they will age.

jean asks if he can be his sanctuary tonight. floorboards creak beneath his feet, still cold despite fabric — & armin comes close enough that they are two men, too close, too familiar.

it’s starting to get harder to be comfortable with familiarity, & armin has always been terrible at refusing it regardless. his success has always been built on a foundation of inadequate masks, & it has always been built on the back of every experience that has been shared.

of course, armin’s not entirely sure jean has could be anything but familiarity; jean isn’t built for loneliness. though, in fairness, armin isn’t either.

& armin comes close enough that they are two men, too close. he pads his thumbs across the corners of his eyes, sketching out the lines of age that the sun has kissed there. he touches skin & knows his own honesty & steps back like an apology.

‘ you’re always welcome, of course - ‘ & armin means it so badly that he thinks he can taste bile on the back of his tongue. he’s worried about drowning. he supposes that he’s worried about living too.

[hebuiltfive]

Ring A Ring O’ Roses - Chapter Two: The Trail

As requested by @mariashades this is the second part of the Captain Ochre private detective AU! I have more ideas for the story as a whole so this probably won’t be the last either!

First part can be found here!

Following their failed lead in New York, Richard returns to the drawing board. Meanwhile, Paul seeks refuge up north in the only place he can currently trust.

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Being back at Square One was never an avenue any detective wanted to return to. After days of constant research, of calls made and opportunities struck, for it to have been pointless felt like nothing more than a waste of precious time.

The tiny, rented office space that sat on the East River, overlooking Roosevelt Island, indicated to Fraser, more so than anyone else, how much he needed to solve this case. It was more than just a case of justice and truth, it was the continuation of his business that he’d built up from the ground. For so long, Richard had convinced himself that this was all he had; no qualifications save the ones he achieved in the Academy, no experience beyond police grunt work that he could now never return to regardless of what he wanted. It was this gig, or… what?

More over, he had promised Patrick his help. If they couldn’t solve this case, all of that would have been for naught and Patrick would be sentenced to a lifetime in prison for something he was already beginning to atone for. Richard could see it in his protege’s work ethic, in the way he regarded himself since working alongside Fraser and for the good of the community at large. If Richard failed this, he would be doing a disservice to more than Metcalfe’s family, than himself. He’d be condemning a man who was trying to right his wrongs, and that seemed cruel.

He lent back on his swivel chair. The old seat creaked and bent as he stretched. Up above, dark clouds were rolling in, promising a shower of rainfall within the hour. Richard flicked his wrist to check the time. It was almost coming up to half-past four. Maybe it was time to call it a day.

“Patrick!” He called through to the backrooms where he had set up a small work area for his new employee. “You still awake back there?”

Beckoned through, Patrick appeared in the doorway. In his hands, he held two sheets of paper and, as he slowly strolled over to Richard’s desk, his eyes did not lift from whatever secrets they held.

He really is trying, thought Fraser. It was a shame this case was soon to be a bust.

“Not much more we can do today. Get on home before the rain sets in and be back here tomorrow at nine. We’ll try and pick up a lead if we can.”

Patrick did not say a word or move an inch, however.

Richard tilted his head. “Donaghue? You in there?”

“Hm?”

His eyes lifted to meet his boss’s. Fraser could see the dark circles forming under the man’s eyes. It didn’t help to quell the rising guilt he felt of failing him.

“I said you can go home and we and try and pick up more leads tomorrow morning. What’s got you so interested, anyway?”

In answer, Patrick merely handed Richard the two sheets of paper. He scanned them quickly. They were both grainy CCTV photographs; one was a from a station terminus, Richard guessed Penn Station judging by the architecture; the other was from a street camera in a neighbourhood he was less familiar with.

“What are these?”

“Our next lead.” Patrick’s tiredness dulled his excitement, but Richard could still sense it.

He laid the images across the sheets that covered his desk and pointed to the figure that featured in both captures. “Metcalfe?”

Patrick nodded. “It’s grainy, but I think that’s our guy. He changes his hooded jacket between shots but the height, the cautiously looking over his shoulder, the shoes… I think it’s him.”

“Where was this second one taken?”

“Beacon Street, Boston, Massachusetts.”

Richard jerked his head up from the photos to offer him a quizzical look.

Donaghue merely nodded in agreement. “Our friend’s taken quite the journey up north.”

“The question, I guess, is why.”

“Does the expenses extend to taking the train, or are we road-tripping, because if its the latter, I’m calling shotgun and control of the playlist.”

Richard suppressed a grin. “We can take the train. Perhaps if we follow in Metcalfe’s footsteps we can get a more detailed plan of what he might be up to.”

“Should we inform his parents?”

“Not yet, not until we’re sure.”

“And the other ‘worried’ party? What about them?”

Although Richard had wished he’d been able to conveniently forget about the added governmental pressure to find their former employee, he had unfortunately been unable to.

He shook his head. “Same rule applies. Besides, the family were the one who officially hired us. The other party don’t get to know anything until they do.”

Patrick pursed his lips, once again nodding his agreement.

“I’ll book us some tickets for tomorrow morning.” Richard continued. “Think you can get to Penn Station for around seven? I’ll text you the details.”

“Sure thing, boss.”

“Get home and get some rest.”

He didn’t need to tell Patrick a fourth time. His protege briefly disappeared back into his make-shift office to retrieve his items before returning into the main room. He approached the door to leave.

“Oh, and Donaghue? If this had been a road-trip, you do know you can’t call shotgun and request DJ permissions, right?”

Partick smirked. “It was worth a shot. Don’t stay here too late. I doubt Metcalfe will be moving on quite so quickly.”

“I won’t. I promise. See you tomorrow.”

Once the door clicked closed and Patrick was well on his way out of the building, Richard unlocked the lower drawer to his desk. From within, he retrieved a burner phone. It only had one number on it. He dialled.

“I’ve found him. Boston. Back Bay East.”

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Paul went to the one person — the only person left — that he knew he could trust.

The journey had been rough. Two trains up north and a multitude of guards and police presence to dodge. Being a wanted man, by the government no less, had that unfortunate effect, but he managed to make his way up to Boston as night began to fall.

Faking his own death back in the New York motel had been no easy feat. Paul knew the scene was nowhere near as believable as it could have been, and should the cops look too hard they’d realise that in a heartbeat. He had little time, however, and now could only hope that they wouldn’t work out the obvious until he was long gone.

He lacked sleep. Paul could feel his bones growing weary, his muscles growing tired, but he had to keep moving. If he stopped, even for a few hours, he could risk being identified and caught. That was not an option. He was safe nowhere, not until he reached Adam.

In any other circumstance, Paul would have called ahead, but he knew the Spectrum department would be able to monitor such calls, should they wish. In the recent past, it had been him on the other end of those tracking devices, seeking a man who, like himself, should have been long since dead. On the journey up to Boston, Paul wondered whether there was any way of finding Turner. Given his own predicament, and the lengths he’d been through to stay off the grid, he doubted it.

The taxi he had taken from the station pulled up outside the address Paul had given to the driver. He was relieved he hadn’t been caught out by the man and taken to the nearest police station instead. Paying with cash to avoid leaving a digital trail, he thanked the driver before hopping out of the back door and dashing across the street to Adam’s apartment building.

His knuckles rapped harshly on the door.

“Adam? Adam, it’s me. It’s Paul. Are you there? Adam, open up!”

He had never been so relieved to hear the sound of a door unlocking before. Paul burst through the moment it had opened, knocking the blonde out of the way before Adam could finish his greeting.

“Hey, Paul, what’s— Hey! Careful!”

Paul didn’t listen. “Are you alone?” He asked, directly making a beeline to the windows. Any blinds that were still up were quickly lowered.

His friend locked the front door before following him through to the living room. “Paul, what’s going on?”

Paul allowed himself to take a breather, his paranoia subsiding for the time being. “I need a place to lay low.”

“Why? What’s going on?”

It was now that he noticed his friend was dressed in blue loungewear, suggesting to Paul that he was getting ready to turn in for the evening. How his heart ached with guilt that he was going to ruin that plan.

“I made a really bad mistake, Adam. A really bad mistake. I don’t know if I can fix it.”

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Find Your Ideal Workspace: Coworking, Shared & Office Space in Dubai

Dubai, the dazzling metropolis of the United Arab Emirates, is a hub for entrepreneurs, freelancers, and businesses of all sizes. Whether you're a one-person startup or a multinational corporation, finding the perfect workspace is crucial for success.  This guide explores the diverse options available in Dubai, including coworking spaces, shared offices, and traditional office spaces, to help you find your ideal fit.

Understanding Your Needs

Before diving into specific options, consider your business needs and work style. Here are some key questions to ask yourself:

Team Size: Do you require a space for a single person, a small team, or a larger group?

Privacy Requirements: How much privacy do you need for confidential calls and meetings?

Budget: What is your monthly budget for rent and additional amenities?

Location: Where would a central location be for your team or clients?

Work Style: Do you thrive in a collaborative environment or prefer a quiet, focused space?

The Rise of Coworking in Dubai

Coworking spaces have become increasingly popular in Dubai, offering a dynamic and flexible work environment. These shared workspaces provide desks, meeting rooms, and common areas for individuals and startups. Here are some benefits of coworking spaces:

Cost-effective: Coworking eliminates the overhead costs of setting up a traditional office.

Networking Opportunities: Connect and collaborate with other professionals from various industries.

Flexibility: Scale your workspace up or down as your team grows.

Amenities: Enjoy high-speed Wi-Fi, printing facilities, and sometimes even refreshments.

Popular Coworking Spaces in Dubai

Dubai boasts an impressive selection of coworking spaces dubai catering to diverse needs. Here are a few examples:

Garhoud Business Center: A UAE provider offering a variety of workspace solutions, including private offices, dedicated desks, and hot desks.

myOffice: Renowned for its high-quality ergonomic furniture and focus on promoting creativity and productivity.

Spaces: Features sleek and stylish workspaces with a strong focus on community building.

Shared Office Spaces: A Collaborative Choice

Shared office spaces offer a middle ground between coworking and traditional offices. These spaces typically include private offices, meeting rooms, and shared amenities like a kitchen or reception area.  Here are some advantages of shared office spaces:

More Privacy: Enjoy a dedicated office for your team while still benefiting from some shared amenities.

Networking Potential: Interact with other businesses in the shared space and foster potential collaborations.

Cost-Savings: Shared spaces can be more affordable than traditional office leases.

Finding the Perfect Shared Office Space

Several factors come into play when choosing a shared office space in Dubai:

Security: Look for secure access control and CCTV for peace of mind.

Meeting Facilities: Ensure access to well-equipped meeting rooms for client presentations or team brainstorming sessions.

Business Support: Inquire about any available business support services, such as administrative assistance.

Traditional Office Spaces: A Classic Choice

For companies seeking a dedicated space with complete control over the environment, traditional office spaces are a suitable option. These spaces offer private offices, meeting rooms, reception areas, and pantries.

Considerations for Traditional Office Leases

Leasing a traditional office space requires careful planning:

Lease Terms: Negotiate lease terms like rental rates, security deposits, and maintenance responsibilities.

Location: Consider factors like accessibility, proximity to clients, and parking availability.

Amenities: Evaluate if the building offers amenities like on-site cafes, gyms, or high-speed internet.

Conclusion

Dubai's workspace landscape caters to various business needs and budgets. By considering your specific requirements and exploring the available options, you can find the ideal space to fuel your productivity and propel your business forward. Remember,  visiting potential workspaces and talking to the management teams is highly recommended before making a final decision.

[master-john-uk]

My late grandfather's stockbroking and insurance business was one of the first companies to move into the new Hay's Galleria development when it opened in 1987, relocating from the City of London. Three of my cousins continue to run the "family" business from the same office.

I, like my father, never had any interest in joining the family firm, and by 1987 I had already established myself in the Ministry of Defence. Due to my grandfather's complicated Last Will and Testament, I owned 30% of the company at that time. Something my stockbroker cousins were not happy about. Uncle Charlie was struggling to sell the City of London office building which was built for my grandfather in the early 20th Century.

Uncle Charlie and his two sons offered me a deal. I could buy the six storey building near the Bank of England for a very discounted price, in exchange for most of my shares in the business that they were running. I jumped at the chance.

It was not the wisest business decision I have ever made, (but it proved to be profitable a few years later.) I had this huge building in the City which I had no idea, or long-term plan of how I was going to use it... and I now only had a negligible income from my remaining 2% shareholding in the family business. From 1988 to 1997, with the help of my newly recruited Business Advisor I managed to rent out the office space to several other businesses, which paid for the upkeep of the property and generated a small income.

In 1997, I began formulating a plan to start my own business in defense and security research and development. At that time the MoD had begun subcontracting their R&D work to private companies, and there was talk about large-scale redundancies.

Also in '97, the City office building was in desperate need of a refit and renovation, and most of my tenant businesses moved out.

In 1998, I started my own business after securing two contracts from the UK Government. I rented workshop space at my original employment base of MoD Fort Halstead, which doubled as my office initially. (I was still officially employed by the Ministry. This put a strain on my time, but also helped fund my business in the early days.)

In late 1999 refurbishment complete, my company's head office opened in the City of London. We began a rapid expansion gaining work from other UK based businesses, and seeking international clients.

The beginning of the 21st Century was an exciting time, but financially very difficult. Competing against £billion companies such as BritishAerospace was not easy. This was when having a prestigious City of London address proved to be a big advantage. (In those days, most business contracts were negotiated face-to-face.)

In 2002 my hard work paid off, and our business boomed (in more ways than one!) The City office became a very busy place. More and more administration staff required, as well as IT experts, a small electronics workshop and London-area technician's base.

Today my company occupies the top three floors of the City building, two floors are currently rented out to other businesses, the 1st and ground floors are currently under-utilised and used by the building management team, as well as providing bicycle storage, shower and changing facilities... nobody wants to sit next to a sweaty, lycra-clad cyclist all day long! I was looking at the possibility of opening the ground floor to the public with a coffee shop and, maybe a small gymnasium... but, then COVID struck... luckily before I decided to go ahead with these plans.

In January 2020, my company's R&D team and workshop relocated to Wiltshire, from Fort Halstead on the outskirts of London. (That was a sad for me, as that is where I began my career forty years earlier.) When the pandemic hit in March of that year, my company took a big financial hit when our largest ever non-military contract was cancelled.

We survived, but since then I have been looking to relocate the office and sell the City of London building. Like Uncle Charlie in 1987, I have struggled to find a potential buyer who would make me a sensible offer. Early in 2023 a property developer made a very generous offer. I am now struggling to find a suitable alternative site. I do not want to lose any of my loyal office staff... so, it needs to be secure, close to London, have ample parking and be close to a mainline railway station. I recently found an ideal building on a new industrial estate south of Gatwick Airport, but the nearest railway station is too far away.

There is a possibility of building a new office at the site we rent near Croydon where we currently keep our London-based technician's vehicles and equipment. I can drive there in just over 30 minutes and it has (fairly) good transport links. The owner of the site is not keen on the idea, but I have submitted plans to the council. If approved, I will make an offer to the current owner to buy the site. (They need to recoup their losses from the ongoing rail strikes somehow!)

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Coworking Office Space -The growing trend of managed office spaces in Bangalore

In the past, only enterprise proprietors who can pay massive rents work from the conventional workplaces. Most small enterprise proprietors work from home as they could’t manage to pay for to pay large rents. Even even though they need to have the separation between training office space in Bangalore enterprise and private existence, there has been no right answer that comes at inexpensive rents. Coworking office space has been introduced up to address this hassle and it has even caused the revolution within the running fashion of enterprise proprietors.

Many realtors and property proprietors have realized the commercial enterprise capacity in the coworking industry ensuing inside the leasing of millions of sq.Toes’s of land in India for the coworking offices. Moreover, there may be a large upward push inside the wide variety of humans operating from those because of the kids of India moving in the direction of entrepreneurship.

There is a big increase in demand for those shared places of work because of the following factors:

1.Coworking Culture:

Coworking spaces have a completely unique way of life which differentiates them from the ordinary business office spaces in Bangalore. Especially for startups, this is a useful environment as they could get more innovative thoughts by means of interacting with numerous kinds of enterprise people.

Any enterprise owner can collaborate to thrive of their very own business. These act as a platform to learn exceptional matters from specific elderly specialists. Moreover, with many like-minded enterprise owners running around, you could improve your productivity. This tradition caused the evolution of the working style inside the current world.

Moreover, this sort of favorable running surroundings of the shared areas has even impacted the big manufacturers to remember switching their business operations from conventional to these workspaces.

2.Quality Working Furniture:

As a enterprise proprietor, you want to invest in arranging all of the fixtures operations consisting of tables, chairs, desks, and many others required in your enterprise when you lease a traditional workplace space. But whilst you be part of these workspaces, all the fixtures necessities are taken care of by means of the gap carriers.

This way you need no longer have enough money one of these fees saving your cash. Moreover, all the exact agencies offer top fine furniture for your commercial enterprise without any additional charge for the use of them.

3.Additional Facilities and Services: Many correct co-working spaces offer unique facilities which include meeting rooms, conference rooms, etc. You need to pay for these while you hire a traditional area as according to the condo agreements despite the fact that you use them very not often. But in shared spaces, you could e book one every time you want and cancel them as in keeping with your desires with the pay for use foundation saving your cash.

4. Affordable Memberships: The memberships of the co working spaces are pretty low cost relying for your needs. For example, a devoted personal cabin will certainly cost you higher than the new desk however the expenses are cheaper whilst in comparison with prices you want to incur for rents, application bills, and so forth which you want to have enough money within the case of conventional areas.

Conclusion:

Joining in a coworking space is the quality desire to your business operations at less costly prices. The subculture, centers, and versatility offered by means of those cause them to easy to hire for a brief time period basis. Moreover, each member can get get entry to to important facilities which includes the parking areas, food courts, and many others furnished for the individuals at no additional charges.