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Rafael Artega
A Little Charity Work [M]
POSTED ON Apr 27, 2024 23:17:49 GMT
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Shaking himself off at the urinal, Rafael couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief that that dinner was finally over. Having politely excused himself to use the restroom at a very calculated moment, he was able to skip all of the goodbyes and empty platitudes that would inevitably follow dinner. As he washed his hands, he made and effort to smooth out crinkled lines of a frown that crossed his forehead. After all, he had slipped the server his credit card on the way to the bathroom. When the chairman went to request the check with his hand on the non-profit's limited credit card, the server would announce that Mister Artega had already covered it. He would look generous, the board members would mutter praises for his generosity, and Roche would have to sit there and listen to it.[break][break]
Yes, his frown was quickly fading as he dried his hands and stepped from the bathroom. A smile even appeared as his gaze swept over the empty table and caught sight of Roche's back as he stepped out the door. Love to see you leave and love to watch you go. Rafael smirked.[break][break]
Following the board members out onto the street, he caught sight of two limos rounding the corner several blocks away, just in time to pick them up. Something prickled at his conscious, however, and his eyes flickered across a group of young men standing at the curb nearby. Rafael did not miss that two of them were discreetly palming retractable knives.[break][break]
Corporate espionage, perhaps? Or maybe an assassination attempt. It wouldn't be his first. Either way, given the stature of most of the board, only he and Roche were important enough to be targeted by something like that.[break][break]
His gaze flickered to Roche as he said his goodbyes to the chairman. Rafael wouldn't lose sleep if the man bleed out on a Rustboro sidewalk but it wasn't the type of press he preferred to be associated with. Better than they focus on his playboy lifestyle or his charity than the darker side of things. Taking a large step forward, he settled his hand on the back of Roche's neck with his fingers on each side.[break][break]
"Beautiful evening and the hotel isn't a far walk, why don't you join me?" he suggested pleasantly, his eyes signaling that this wasn't a suggestion. Rafael tightened his grip to emphasize his point. And if he squeezed a little harder than necessary, he didn't mind that he might leave a bruise. Either way, they'd have enough distance to release their pokemon or for their corporate security team to intervene if they were followed.
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