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[versigny]

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blending that mafia + publicist au

[tanktopspidey]

Ezio didn’t mean to almost set the break room on fire.

Okay—technically he hadn’t. It was just a very minor thermal reaction from one of the prototype battery cores he’d been hauling around in his work bag, which he maybe shouldn’t have left next to the microwave while heating up empanadas. The point was, nothing actually exploded.

But the lights did flicker. And someone screamed. And the break room coffee machine now smelled faintly like ozone and roasted peppers.

So when the elevator doors opened and Margaery Tyrell, dressed like she belonged in a fragrance ad and not, in fact, in this morally ambiguous tech conglomerate’s sixth-floor PR wing, stepped into the chaos with the elegance of a swan gliding into a car crash, Ezio did the only reasonable thing.

He slapped his body in front of the smoldering microwave and gave her a deeply unconvincing thumbs-up. “Hey. Uh. Lunch accident. Totally fine. All under control. You, uh… probably don’t want the coffee today.”

He cleared his throat, trying not to squint at how unreal her hair looked under the flickering fluorescents. “Unless you’re into espresso with a faint aftertaste of electrical fire and shame. In which case—five stars.”

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[versigny]

Margaery Tyrell doesn't usually step foot into the break room. Necessary sustenance like coffee and food come in the form of set-up delivery, and are absentmindedly enjoyed while she works on brainstorming future campaigns or poring over possible obstacles to their current ones. Proper meals are for the occasional weekends when she can dig her heels into slow hours of her day, and breaks during the workday are nonexistent.

Today though, of all days, a generous coworker has been handing out home-baked pastries and while they're not on her usual menu, she's not so rude as to ignore such a thoughtful gift. Instead of a quick trip like she'd planned, however, she's left tilting her head in confusion as the acrid smell eventually works into the way her expression changes into a wince. No wonder everyone else in the break room left in a hurry.

She hasn't had a lot of reasons to talk to Ezio Navarro, but she knows about him; has to, given this is her family's company and people are the most unpredictable assets. Keeping a pulse on their loyalties is only a small part of the job most people don't know. And Margaery's always been good at rolling with unexpected opportunities sent her way.

"Thanks for the heads up." she says with a laugh and a shake of her head, trying to offer him a smile even though the smell is starting to give her a headache. "I'll call the maintenance guys and ask them to bring a fan to air out the smell. And if your lunch has been spoiled by the incident, I'm happy to get you something else? Are you a fan of Italian? Scarantino's down the street is really good."