artfulequivocator:

    Flash back to the previous afternoon, and if you were there, you were bound to have

    heard Connolly complaining to his secretary about how he was sure he brought his
    phone to work with him, and how he couldn’t have possibly left it at home. That
    phone is, sadly, now sitting silenced in Danny’s jacket pocket; although it’s not so
    sad for the man who took it, as opposed to the one who now finds it missing.

    Well…Better to be safe than sorry, after all.

    It wouldn’t do to have his cover blown by someone who’s got way too many
    suspicions circling round in his head. And it’s nothing that a little sleight of hand
    couldn’t have taken care of.

    ❝Yeah, so I’ve heard.
       You’re more than welcome to tag along,
       if y’think he won’t send ya packin’ as soon as he sees ya.
       It’s private business, after all.
       Seein’ as I’ve been sent over here t’deal with the CEO, an’ not—
       …Well, you.
       But, like I said, feel free to tag along.❞ 

    A straight-up denial would have raised alarm bells, and he can’t be dealing with that.

TEXT TO :: Peter Connolly ::

                           That Douglas character says
                           you’re meeting across town. 
                           Don’t trust him much.
                           You sure about this?

    ’ Don’t let his title fool you. It’s just fancy talk for
      “Big Baby Who Makes Lots of Money," 
      I assure you. ’

Needless to say, he’s more than bitter about
what went down between his ex-wife and his boss.
He makes it extremely evident in everything that
comes out of his mouth about him.

But, nah, there really isn’t much of a point for him to tag along.
He’s got business to attend to back at the office anyway.
      And by business, he means making eyes at
      that one hot female intern who just earned sucked her way
      through college.

Hey, she was legal. 
Might be frowned upon, but:
legal.