Talent Agent [noun]: "a person who works on behalf of their clients to promote and represent their interests. Talent agents have the ability to reshape and reconstruct their client's image."
Ben Solo is a famous actor.
Rey Johnson is his dedicated agent.
What could go wrong?
1.
Fashion advice.
2.
When the past comes back to haunt you.
3.
Talent agents can also be social media managers, right?
4.
Only drink when you're off the clock. (What happens when you're never off the clock?)
OR
Lines get blurred.
5.
Mornings and regrets go hand in hand.
6.
That one time Ben Solo:
A) got a haircut on his talent agent's advice and then
B) wore a suit that really showed off his… legs, wherein
C) being professional came as a bit of a struggle, which, really
D) shouldn't come as a surpise to anyone.
7.
More fashion advice.
(A talent agent's work is never done.)
(Particularly if you're especially invested in your client)
(...'s career. His career. Nothing else.)
8.
Rey is proud of her client - a completely appropriate, not at all excessive amount and she absolutely did not get teary-eyed typing this text.
9.
She just can't let the buttons thing go.
And—wait, what?
10.
Ben Solo has a lot to ponder. (At 4:00 AM).
11.
"Dissociating marionette with RBF" is a term of endearment.
In fact, there's a lot of endearment here.
12.
Someone's flight response got triggered.
13.
Just when we were getting back on track...
OR
What happens when you send the right text to the wrong person?
14.
Unresolved sexual tension stays unresolved.
(Sort of.)
15a. PART ONE
Jealous Ben is jealous.
15b. PART TWO [conversation cont'd]
Clueless Ben is clueless.
16. Because I miss these two dummies.
17a. PART ONE
Every now and then something comes out that has “Talent Agent Rey” written all over it.
hi 👋 still mostly taking a break. still.....somewhat unspoiled (from specifics). yet still felt inclined to do this (possibly for the last time?)
be back for good...ish on Saturday. ✌️
25. Rey’s man would NEVER.
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This was the way most of his dreams started, after all.
A warm, soft body writhing underneath him. A silken spill of hair between his fingers and on his pillow. Hot, sweet breath wafting against the underside of his jaw in an erotic caress.
Granted, this particular body was a bit more angular than the ones he usually dreamt of.
And her soft moans sounded a bit more like a snuffling piglet than he'd expected.
Her breath also wasn't that minty, or sweet, and was instead reminiscent of the last dregs of an old pint.