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"Lei! Hiiiii..."

Leiana doesn't even look up from what she's doing. Doesn't have to; she knows exactly the stupid fucking look on his face. "What did you do?"

Michael frowns. "I got locked out of the business account."

"What?" Now she's looking at him, glaring, clearly livid.

"I'm sorry, it's not my fault," he takes a step back, genuinely frightened of the consequences of his stupidity. "I forgot the password–"

"Then ask me, you absolute fucking clot," Leiana yells at him, gripping her pen tightly enough for it to dent slightly.

Michael is already muttering whatever prayers he remembers from their childhood, backing himself against the wall. Who knew his little sister could be so intimidating.

She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose as she puts her pen down before she ends up throwing it at him. "Get out, I'll sort this. Do it again and I'll steal your girlfriend and make you watch." It's not a threat, it's a warning — she'll do it with no problems.

Michael practically sprints out of the room, relieved to be off the hook for now.

She's always had a soft spot for her family.

#rose (posts) #a better end (michael price)

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"Thank you, sir, I'm glad you agree," Leiana says politely before going into her bag and pulling out a few transfer forms. "I was thinking Miller's — I've worked with them countless times and can comfortably say that they don't have a problem with rapid earnings."

Hopefully her brother won't mind that, if Yancy approves the bank, he'd be in his territory. It's not exactly his business anyway.

She hands the transfer forms over to Yancy. "You don't have to sign these yet. Just mail them over to me once you've made a decision."

Paperclipped with the forms is a post-it note listing a few other banks that Yancy csn choose from.

Leiana had recently been hired to man the accounts of a specific sector of a rather large business. However, the name Berlusconi brought a certain dismay to her brother when she mentioned it to him.

She knows why, of course. Yancy's name isn't exactly glistening, after all. But she doesn't really care much about his reputation; his base rules are in order and respectable. Besides, it's interesting.

Today, she has to go talk to Mr. Berlusconi about something with the accounts in person. The one for this business has been labelled 'suspicious'.

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After having to get rid of his last accountant because of their incompetence, Yancy was actually rather pleased with the new one. Hank had been all over his ass to hire someone as he could only do so much, which was fair.

But now, she needs to talk to him about something, and he's... uneasy. Anytime someone wants to talk to him about his revenue, especially his legitimate businesses, he would just about rather do anything else.

But he's here and waiting at The Grind of all places, but hey, he ran a respectable place here. Even if he always wasn't.

#azalea (threads) #pompous principal (club owner yancy)

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"That is what the bank has said, word for word. I've already proven that the records are clean and completely truthful but apparently they think I'm lying." Leiana says with a sigh, flicking through the folder to find a specific piece of information, though it's difficult when she can't really read.

However, she does find it eventually, sliding it over to Yancy. "Now, they have offered an ultimatum of sorts. They're asking for access to the camera footage for a week. Realistically, this is not only extremely difficult but also illegal for them to request but they attempted to make it sound like they're being nice, as they put it." It takes an amount of energy she really doesn't enjoy using to not sound absolutely enraged by this.

"I'm not here to make any suggestions of a course of action that involves this bank, I'm here to ask permission to move the money to a different bank, one that isn't so belittling."

Leiana had recently been hired to man the accounts of a specific sector of a rather large business. However, the name Berlusconi brought a certain dismay to her brother when she mentioned it to him.

She knows why, of course. Yancy's name isn't exactly glistening, after all. But she doesn't really care much about his reputation; his base rules are in order and respectable. Besides, it's interesting.

Today, she has to go talk to Mr. Berlusconi about something with the accounts in person. The one for this business has been labelled 'suspicious'.

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After having to get rid of his last accountant because of their incompetence, Yancy was actually rather pleased with the new one. Hank had been all over his ass to hire someone as he could only do so much, which was fair.

But now, she needs to talk to him about something, and he's... uneasy. Anytime someone wants to talk to him about his revenue, especially his legitimate businesses, he would just about rather do anything else.

But he's here and waiting at The Grind of all places, but hey, he ran a respectable place here. Even if he always wasn't.

#azalea (threads) #pompous principal (club owner yancy)

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17/01/2018, 06:18am

"Wake up, my love.." A soft, feminine voice calls to her as she rolls over in bed with a whine. "Come on, baby, you already said we'd go to Brighton once the weather got nice. It's supposed to be 27 degrees today."

"Too early.." is all Leiana mumbles in response.

Allison only chuckles. "Yeah, I know, but you know how long the train ride can be. And don't you wanna find a good place to sit, doll?"

That nickname wakes Leiana up a bit, eyes opening as she looks at Allison over her shoulder. God, she's so pretty. Long brown hair with the prettiest blue eyes that always look at her so warmly.

"There's my pretty lady," Allison says with a grin before giving a quick kiss on the lips. "Good morning, darling."

Leiana smiles and pulls her down for lingering kiss. "Good morning, sweetheart."

God, she hopes they'll have mornings like these forever.

#rose (posts) #love of my life (allison grawell) #((happy pride month! here's a reminder that Leiana is pan))

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31/05/2024, 07:03am

A knock on the door makes Leiana wince, something like a frustrated growl leaving her as she pulls the blankets over her head. The usual sign that she's awake.

"Sorry, Ms. Price." Liam says softly as he quietly steps into the room with a tray of the only breakfast Leiana can manage to keep down this early. "I brought ye breakfast."

When the tray is set on the bedside table, Leiana barely pulls herself to sit up in the bed, making sure her robe is providing some level of modesty. "Hm."

"Drink yer water first, lass; y'know it'll help."

She takes a long sip of water, eyes still closed because she knows that they'll hurt if she opens them right now.

"There ye go... I'll be back in a few minutes, alright? Let me know if ye need anythin'."

Leiana only nods, eating a spoonful of cereal.

She'll be alright in about 12 minutes.

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Leiana sits down, placing the folder on the desk and her bag in her lap as she listens to Yancy. "Not at all." Her smile is still fixed on her face and it makes it difficult to tell if she's saying it wasn't a problem for her or if she wasn't expecting to be here. It's both, really.

However, her smile drops as she gets ready to speak about what's happening with the account. "The bank has marked the account for this particular business as suspicious. Unfortunately, they believe that it's practically impossible for this kind of establishment to make so much money, especially in such short amounts of time." She explains calmly, despite her initial reaction to receiving that news that very morning.

Leiana had recently been hired to man the accounts of a specific sector of a rather large business. However, the name Berlusconi brought a certain dismay to her brother when she mentioned it to him.

She knows why, of course. Yancy's name isn't exactly glistening, after all. But she doesn't really care much about his reputation; his base rules are in order and respectable. Besides, it's interesting.

Today, she has to go talk to Mr. Berlusconi about something with the accounts in person. The one for this business has been labelled 'suspicious'.

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After having to get rid of his last accountant because of their incompetence, Yancy was actually rather pleased with the new one. Hank had been all over his ass to hire someone as he could only do so much, which was fair.

But now, she needs to talk to him about something, and he's... uneasy. Anytime someone wants to talk to him about his revenue, especially his legitimate businesses, he would just about rather do anything else.

But he's here and waiting at The Grind of all places, but hey, he ran a respectable place here. Even if he always wasn't.

#azalea (threads) #pompous principal (club owner yancy)

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Oh. He's taller than her. The fact itself isn't surprising, considering that she never did get any growth spurts when she was younger, forced to grow at the slow pace that her mother did, but Yancy is definitely much taller than the average person.

Waiting for him to look down, Leiana looks up at him with a practiced smile, professional but not cold. "Mhm, you must be Yancy. It's nice to properly meet you too." She responds before stepping inside, pleasantly surprised by how tidy the office is.

Leiana had recently been hired to man the accounts of a specific sector of a rather large business. However, the name Berlusconi brought a certain dismay to her brother when she mentioned it to him.

She knows why, of course. Yancy's name isn't exactly glistening, after all. But she doesn't really care much about his reputation; his base rules are in order and respectable. Besides, it's interesting.

Today, she has to go talk to Mr. Berlusconi about something with the accounts in person. The one for this business has been labelled 'suspicious'.

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After having to get rid of his last accountant because of their incompetence, Yancy was actually rather pleased with the new one. Hank had been all over his ass to hire someone as he could only do so much, which was fair.

But now, she needs to talk to him about something, and he's... uneasy. Anytime someone wants to talk to him about his revenue, especially his legitimate businesses, he would just about rather do anything else.

But he's here and waiting at The Grind of all places, but hey, he ran a respectable place here. Even if he always wasn't.

#azalea (threads) #pompous principal (club owner yancy)

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It feels awkward walking into a strip club for business reasons, especially with the glances a few of the patrons give her. Could they not have met anywhere else?

Still, it's better than some of the other places she's been, minus those specific patrons that make it feel necessary to walk a little faster to Yancy's office. She can only hope he's more respectful.

When she gets there, she knocks on the door in a surprisingly rhythmic pattern and waits, a folder of all the information Yancy would need to know in one arm and her bag held on the other.

Leiana had recently been hired to man the accounts of a specific sector of a rather large business. However, the name Berlusconi brought a certain dismay to her brother when she mentioned it to him.

She knows why, of course. Yancy's name isn't exactly glistening, after all. But she doesn't really care much about his reputation; his base rules are in order and respectable. Besides, it's interesting.

Today, she has to go talk to Mr. Berlusconi about something with the accounts in person. The one for this business has been labelled 'suspicious'.

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After having to get rid of his last accountant because of their incompetence, Yancy was actually rather pleased with the new one. Hank had been all over his ass to hire someone as he could only do so much, which was fair.

But now, she needs to talk to him about something, and he's... uneasy. Anytime someone wants to talk to him about his revenue, especially his legitimate businesses, he would just about rather do anything else.

But he's here and waiting at The Grind of all places, but hey, he ran a respectable place here. Even if he always wasn't.

#azalea (threads) #pompous principal (club owner yancy)

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Leiana is curled up in her desk chair, whimpering quietly in pain, eyes closed and ears covered.

"Ms. Price?" It's Liam Raughn, her assistant who knows more about her than anyone else. He's stepped into the room quietly and set a glass of water and a migraine pill on her desk.

Leiana immediately takes the pill, gulping down the glass of water as Liam moves round to close the curtains and dim the lights in the office.

"You're a saint.." she mumbles softly, resting her head on the desk as she finally feels like she can think again.

"And ye havenae been drinking yer water. Have ye, Ms. Price?" He holds the same gentle scolding tone that a parent would use. To be fair, he has always taken care of her.

"I've been trying; couldn't bring myself to move.. Sorry."

"Ah, hush, lass. 'S alright. 'Ere, I'll get ye another glass, alright?"

"...Thank you." She mutters, closing her eyes once more.

"Ye just rest, alright, Ms. Price. I'll check in later."

#rose (posts) #scottish charm (liam raughn)

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Normalize doms whimpering and moaning

#zinnia (reblogs) #{suggestive.}

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It takes Leiana a second to read the message, and a bit longer to remember where that is, other than technically in Yancy's territory of course. She's still trying to figure out how American's write their street names.

[Mr. B.: 2pm?]

Yancy's less palatable organisation has received a donation.

Not of money, of course, because that wouldn't be helpful, but of weapons. Mostly guns, all with a small pink heart near the trigger — the donor's own personal sign-off.

But the most notable delivery is on Yancy's desk. A sleek black box, seemingly velvet, with a pink ribbon tied neatly in a bow around it. If Yancy chooses to open, he'll find a rather ornate pocket knife.

There's a small note that came with the gift, signed not with a name, but with a phone number.

'In light of recent events, a gift for your hard work. ♥︎'

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"Hank, I swear if yer fuckin with me right now-"

"I've got better shit to do than that, Yance, trust me."

Yancy is being led to the lobby of his main base of operations, a front for an investment firm. According to Hank, several crates were dropped off this morning. After they were checked for explosives or anything that would make his day significantly worse, they were opened.

Guns. Mostly guns, actually. He hadn't been expecting anything like this. Picking one up, Yancy eyes the pink heart near the trigger. Huh... isn't that cute.

"There was something else, too. Had it left on your desk." Hank chimes in while Yancy is inspecting the guns. When the boss gives him a look, the older man rolls his eyes. "It's fine. I checked it myself."

Yancy doesn't like this. He's never accepted help or gifts very well, especially when he has no idea who it is. Once he instructs Hank to have everything put away, he heads upstairs to his office. The pocket knife is nice, and he handles it expertly while he reads the note. Another pink heart. Cute.

[Unknown: I appreciate the gifts, but it doesn't feel right to thank you over the phone. Perhaps we can meet in person sometime?]

#azalea (threads) #a bigger boss (yancy)

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"Good evening."

"I like to stay in control; hope that's alright. Wouldn't I look cute on top of you?"

"The robe stays on."

#rose (posts) #{sinday.} #{suggestive.}

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Ever since she sent the crates, Leiana has been worrying about how it could absolutely be seen as patronising to have sent that much — she hadn't meant it to be but she fears that it could've come off as looking down on him rather than congratulating him.

So the text is fairly comforting, if only marginally.

[Mr. B.: Of course we can. Where would you like to meet?]

Usually she prefers to choose the location herself, however, she doubts that Yancy will pick anywhere too vulnerable.

Yancy's less palatable organisation has received a donation.

Not of money, of course, because that wouldn't be helpful, but of weapons. Mostly guns, all with a small pink heart near the trigger — the donor's own personal sign-off.

But the most notable delivery is on Yancy's desk. A sleek black box, seemingly velvet, with a pink ribbon tied neatly in a bow around it. If Yancy chooses to open, he'll find a rather ornate pocket knife.

There's a small note that came with the gift, signed not with a name, but with a phone number.

'In light of recent events, a gift for your hard work. ♥︎'

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"Hank, I swear if yer fuckin with me right now-"

"I've got better shit to do than that, Yance, trust me."

Yancy is being led to the lobby of his main base of operations, a front for an investment firm. According to Hank, several crates were dropped off this morning. After they were checked for explosives or anything that would make his day significantly worse, they were opened.

Guns. Mostly guns, actually. He hadn't been expecting anything like this. Picking one up, Yancy eyes the pink heart near the trigger. Huh... isn't that cute.

"There was something else, too. Had it left on your desk." Hank chimes in while Yancy is inspecting the guns. When the boss gives him a look, the older man rolls his eyes. "It's fine. I checked it myself."

Yancy doesn't like this. He's never accepted help or gifts very well, especially when he has no idea who it is. Once he instructs Hank to have everything put away, he heads upstairs to his office. The pocket knife is nice, and he handles it expertly while he reads the note. Another pink heart. Cute.

[Unknown: I appreciate the gifts, but it doesn't feel right to thank you over the phone. Perhaps we can meet in person sometime?]

#azalea (threads) #a bigger boss (yancy)

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It's been a stressful evening.

"Ma'am- Ms. Price, please, I'm sorry–" Leiana only raises an eyebrow, eyes cold and hateful but other than that her face is entirely neutral.

The man tied up in front of her sobs, closing his eyes as he awaits a hit, flinching away from her. His arms are broken and his hands are going purple from the lack of blood reaching them.

"What are the rules, Winston?" she asks, deceptively calm considering the fact that she's holding a chainsaw.

"Wh-" Her stare seems to burn through his skin.

"You broke two rules. Which ones?"

"Don't target defenseless people.." He pauses for a little too long and Leiana adjusts her hold on the chainsaw, the end of it now resting against his crotch.

Suddenly he seems more open to talking. "And- and the one about trafficking, I'm sorry–"

"17, Winston." She says quietly, pressing the chainsaw harder against him and he sobs again.

He seems to understand what she means instantly, skin going even paler. "N-no.. No, you can't leave me here that long, please I'm sorry, Lei, I won't do it again!"

Something seems to shatter behind her eyes, irises resembling broken mirrors she stares at him, the end of the chainsaw now covered in blood.

The man screams loudly, the sounds hurting Leiana's ears as it echoes around the empty warehouse.

She places the chainsaw on the ground and leaves, pink pumps clicking against the floor in time with her hastened steps.

She wonders what'll kill him first — blood loss or lack of oxygen?

#rose (posts) #tw: mention of trafficking #tw: implied child endangerment

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OOTD

"It's a shame there's blood on the dress now; I've had to hand wash it."

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Today's outfit!

"It's starting to get too warm for a cardigan.."

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"If you're looking for who's in charge, that would be me."

A young woman with a soft voice and a warm smile tinged with the slightest annoyance stands in front of you, dressed head to toe in shade of pink and white.

"What did you need, hm?"

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Name: Leiana Meredith Price

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 26

DoB: 17/05/1998

Height: 4'10

PoB: Kelmscott, Oxfordshire

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