Cassie flashed the woman a wide smile, well she knew who to go to when she needed certain things. It wasn’t like she wanted to take advantage of her connections but when push came to shove you did what you had to do. Did she really just quote the Descendants?
“Thanks, Carol.” She meant it. “I really appreciate it and don’t worry it’ll be between us. I’ll introduce you to my grandpa, he’s– like Clint Eastwood… only probably a lot more cranky with this. I sure as hell hope he’s using the crutches…”
“No, Butch is a good boy you don’t have to worry. He kind of acts like a bodyguard? Sits or stand there looking dangerous–”
oh lord have mercy on her soul.
carol knew she was one of the few people that could be contacted by the league. whenever they needed things. transport, planes, etc. it’s what happens when you become apart of their world. knowing things that the normal human being wouldn’t know. curse the ring she was GIVEN, that she never asked for. but, nonetheless, adored. giving her more of a reason to share her wealth with people that could do GOOD in their world.
❛ like clint eastwood ? elaborate for me please. ❜ words would carry a silent tone of uncertainty as heels would further carry her body towards the door. the door that would lead them out of her office, towards the elevator. the same elevator that would drive them down towards the underground where her company, would hold planes that weren’t meant to see the light of day until they had been test driven. by pilots, given the go ahead by her, && her eyes alone.
❛ -----like i said before, if he puts a single hole in the leather seats. bruce wayne is going to be footing me the bill. or diana, whomever can afford it. ❜