вардо, шон и тень отца вардоHe leans back on the couch, scratching his stomach idly, and dials.
"Hello, Mr. Saverin's office, how may I help you?"
Sean puts on his charming voice. "Hello there," he says, kicking a leg out onto the coffee table. "May I speak with Eduardo?"
"May I ask who's calling?"
"It's Sean Parker," Sean says, getting that involuntary thrill he still does when he thinks about how many people recognize that name now.
There's a pause.
"Sir, do you have an appointment with Mr. Saverin?"
Sean grins. Big man, getting appointments.
"No I don't, ma'am, but I assure you this is urgent.Tell him it has to do with his father."
The woman sounds dubious. "Alright, Mr. Parker, if you'll give me a moment-" She breaks off for a second, and then says, "I'm putting you through now."
"Thanks," Sean says brightly, and Eduardo comes on the line and says, "Hello? Sean? What is it?"
"What are you wearing?" Sean says, voice slick, raising his eyebrows.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Eduardo says, nonplussed, voice sliding into anger. "You- are you serious, Sean?"
"Hey, I didn't know you'd be so fucking hard to get to," Sean says, grinning. "Come on, what are you wearing?"
Eduardo hangs up.
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шон/вардо,
тот самый фанфик