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Voicemail for Sophie Devereaux
"Hello, this is Sophie Devereaux. Please leave your name and number, and I'll return your call as soon as I can.
If this is my agent calling about a part, call my beeper immediately.
If this is Nate-- I don't think you should be calling just yet. If this is Nate, I hope you're well. Leave a number and I'll call as soon as I can ( Read more... ) -
New York City: The Metropolitan Museum of Art, Saturday
Shopping really wasn't Parker's thing, unless it was for theft supplies. So they'd adjourned to Tiffany's, and now the Met, for future possible ... possibilities.
Right now it was Imperial silver, and how to consider leaving with a sugar bowl.
[for abetterthief, as you'd expect.] -
4 Apocalypse Avenue, Tuesday around noon
Sophie was doing the accounts for the Boards, checking the Box Office receipts against the bills to be paid. So far they were in the black through the summer. Of course, that was not taking into account whatever Geoffrey had done to the accounts in the first place ( Read more... ) -
4 Apocalypse Avenue, Monday evening
Right. Sophie had a plan. A plan to take her mind off various... things.
It called for take-out Italian, and a rather nice cake from J,GoB. And sneakiness.
[for furious_maximus] -
4 Apocalypse Avenue, Sunday afternoon into evening
Sophie was not insane. So she hadn't left her apartment all week. Not with a killer fog out there, thank you, she'd grown up... well, somewhere with fog. Fortunately her apartment was right above her place of work, so if someone *had* come in, she would have dealt with it. And she was an excellent shot, but not against things like... well. She ( Read more... ) -
Dubai Desert Palm, Villa Layali, Sunday evening
"... we're here," Sophie said, as they stepped out of the portal. "Five days of relaxation in a private villa." She shot Geoffrey a look. "Or longer, if you so decide."
[for the madman] -
4 Apocalypse Avenue, Monday evening
The gallery wasn't actually open. Sophie had hired a service to get rid of the worst of the mess from the weekend, but that still left a multitude of paintings to sort through and see what could be salvaged.
[open if you feel like stopping in] -
4 Apocalypse Avenue, Sunday afternoon
While Sophie appreciated the sudden redecorating of her downstairs gallery with a fireplace, she would have liked it better if her microwave worked. Cold leftover Thai food was nowhere near as delicious without a microwave ( Read more... ) -
4 Apocalypse Avenue, Sunday morning
Sophie was out on her balcony, lazily drinking a cup of coffee, waiting for Geoffrey to wake up and join her and reading the Sunday papers from D.C. and Baltimore while she enjoyed muffins.
J,GoB, of course. She wasn't impersonating a baker today.
[for the director guy]