Anyway.
Correspondence address…
It wouldn’t be anything important, would it?Sami was smarter than to reach out directly regarding their case.Although, he and Sami didn’t exactly have a track record of sane choices.What if Ian had found out about them and this was Sami trying to warn him?
Baz snatched his phone, pressed on the notification—
do you think the word nosy comes from noses peeking through the gap when you spy through an opening
A snort escaped Baz entirely against his will.How silly of him to think Sami had anything important to say.
Is that your way of saying you’re spying on me?
how dare you accuse me of such a thing
nice tie by the way ;)
Uh huh.Well, itwasa nice tie—burgundy silk with white dots that matched his shirt—but all his ties were nice, so this wasn’t even a lucky guess.
Baz’s thumb hovered above the laughing emoji.He locked the screen instead.Sami didn’t need the validation.
The lack of reply didn’t stop Sami.Barely two hours later, Baz got a meme from him.A lawyer pun the next day.Odd, random facts started to appear in his inbox on a daily basis; about what Sami labeled ‘ginormous campy squirrels’ (Baz gave him that, the Indian Giant Squirrelwasextraordinarily colorful) or how much of the world population lived within sixty miles of an ocean (sixty percent).
fun fact of the day
did you know there are more trees on earth than stars in the milky way
Baz huffed a smile.There was never any guessing what Sami’s mind fabricated.
That can’t be right.Who the hell is counting either?
scientists
duh
So glad our tax money is going to important causes.
i know right
they get paid to count stars meanwhile you work twenty hours a day and still can’t afford furniture :(
How many times did he have to tell Sami it was not a matter of affordability, but prioritization?Not to mention that he had more than enough—his office phone rang.Ian’s number was on the display.
Baz’s heart paused for a worryingly long moment.Was Sami with him?Had Ian seen their messages?Would he be stupid enough to threaten Baz over the phone?
Baz swallowed the sour taste in his mouth—his thickening throat made the endeavor near impossible—and ripped the phone off its station.“Hello?”
“Sebastian.Always a pleasure.”
Dick.
“Ian.”
“Hate to disappoint, but I did warn you my client would not agree to your bloated terms.”
That was all?Baz covered his mouth with his fist to muffle the shaky laugh.
Ian didn’t request a renegotiation, only asked if Baz was sure he was doing his clients a service by advising them not to take Captain Green’s offer.Baz hung up without reply.These mind games had stopped working on him three years ago.
