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Pick Your Poison, Wednesday
Wednesday, November 26th, 2025 01:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
witchofthefleshAdrian was on the phone as he entered the shop. "--I'm sorry, Mom, but Rey's spending the holiday with her own family. Yeah, Connecticut. I know that's not all that far away from the Blackwood, Mom, but I don't think her whole family wants to decamp to a forest for the holiday. No, I--"
While his mother chatted at him over the phone, a headline on the front page of a local newspaper caught his eye: Recycled Plastics Clothing Mogul Found Dead In His Office!
"Mom? Hang on a sec, I'll call you back."
He picked up the paper and read it, confirming that, yup! It was the same guy as the article he'd showed to Pam the other week.
...Surely that was unrelated though, right? A crazy, random coincidence?
Surely.
Hmm.
...He was going to stop trolling Pam with greenwashing articles though, just to be safe.
While his mother chatted at him over the phone, a headline on the front page of a local newspaper caught his eye: Recycled Plastics Clothing Mogul Found Dead In His Office!
"Mom? Hang on a sec, I'll call you back."
He picked up the paper and read it, confirming that, yup! It was the same guy as the article he'd showed to Pam the other week.
...Surely that was unrelated though, right? A crazy, random coincidence?
Surely.
Hmm.
...He was going to stop trolling Pam with greenwashing articles though, just to be safe.