Funke Obatunde has had enough of working under her girlfriend's rival, the Earl of Whitlam, Lucas Roland. She plans to start her own architectural firm and she knows just the right client to help her escape from the tyranny of the millionaire playbo...
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Emayatzy Corinealdi as Luna Solano
"You're going to have to quit your job baby." Luna is declaring shaking an imaginary piece of evidence in her hand as she paces the luxury penthouse in front of me
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Luna's penthouse
She was wrong, of course. I didn't have to quit my job...I wanted to quit my job, and as per usual, I had a plan.
"You hear me? He's trying to fuck you! That hijo de las mil Putas pendejo thinks he can just steal you from my firm and then fuck you?! You have to quit your job!!!" She hisses more desperately
The son of a thousand whores asshole she was referring to was my current boss, Lucas Roland, Earl of Whitlam, crown Lothario of all the whites of the greater London Metropolitan area, the compulsory blonde heartthrob in all boybands to have ever existed
"I'll quit right after this commission love. Honest." I swear, fixing my lippy and hair
I know it just sounds like pandering, I might be many things but I'm not a liar...
OK, I'm a liar, but I'm not lying about this yeah? I was actually trying to look like a responsible adult that had it together, I was getting ready for a huge meeting when peng ting hit me with drama. I'd been (secretly) running a consultancy as a side gig, trying to build my name up for my own firm while working at Lucas' The Arc. Did it involve pitching my ideas to my boss' clients any time I could in order to lure them to my firm and build my own rota of clients? Yes... but only because it was easier to steal my boss' clients than it was to steal my girlfriend's! I mean... what kind of bae would I be, I'd already quit working for her and gone to work for her rival! We were on shaky ground as is, and even though part of why Luna hadn't dumped me yet is because she didn't want me to suddenly start dating Lucas Roland, Earl of Whitlam, her arch-nemesis and business rival, I like to think I was more than just a pawn in their rivalry...at least to her.
"You promise?" She sarcastically says to me
"Mxm, allow it. He's not even going to be at the meeting love. If I snag this commission...this one, darling... I'd be this much closer to being the youngest to ever getting to the Venice architecture Biennale." I remind her, my excitement leaking through my words
