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So here we were, working for Wolfram and Hart. Wolfram and Hart who had gone out of their way to get Angel on their side. It looks like they succeeded, odd as it may sound. And all of us went along. I can't help but wonder what the hell we're thinking joining this law firm. To say that I'm confused is putting it mildly. Everyone seems to be adjusting though, slowly slipping into their roles of head of the department. Even Angel, though he could use a little assistance. And most likely in the form or a personal assistant. I don't suppose he even considered that.
Fred had a new shiny lab, with all the resources and fundings she needed to do her job. A job most scientists would give their right arm for. She was certainly in her element. And then there was Lorne, who was without a doubt in his element. Everytime I see him he's on that bloody phone. I highly suspect he's gotten the thing sewed to his ear, I can't think of another reason. And Gunn with his new brain. I'm very weary of that, one just doesn't go around implanting a whole new...whatever it is they've put there.
And this liaison, Eve without a last name, I don't trust her one bit.
Anyway, I'm thinking, Angel needs a secretary. I'm sure they've a typing pool here. I'm sure there are people there who wish to go higher up, climb the corporate ladder so to speak. Perhaps I should have a look and talk with Mrs. Flagstone about who would be the right candidate for the job. I'm sure Angel would appreciate it took that job out of his hands. Not that he probably thought about it. To busy trying to figure out what it means to be CEO of such a big firm.
Pushing my hands into my pockets, I casually make my way down to the so called typing pool. I hope Mrs. Flagstone is around, though I've never actually seen her *away* from her desk everytime I went there. And I hope she knows just the right candidate to put up...I mean, help out Angel. What I didn't expect though, was to see a familiar face. And one that made me want to hide any and all books. I wonder if she's still chewing that dreadful chewing gum. Actually, I'm more then a little surprised she's not been dusted yet. The words 'not the brightest crayon on the box' come to mind.
Standing behind her I clear my throat and give her a slightly confused smile. "Harmony? I'm rather impressed. I'd have thought you'd be dust by now."
(Open for Harmony)
Fred had a new shiny lab, with all the resources and fundings she needed to do her job. A job most scientists would give their right arm for. She was certainly in her element. And then there was Lorne, who was without a doubt in his element. Everytime I see him he's on that bloody phone. I highly suspect he's gotten the thing sewed to his ear, I can't think of another reason. And Gunn with his new brain. I'm very weary of that, one just doesn't go around implanting a whole new...whatever it is they've put there.
And this liaison, Eve without a last name, I don't trust her one bit.
Anyway, I'm thinking, Angel needs a secretary. I'm sure they've a typing pool here. I'm sure there are people there who wish to go higher up, climb the corporate ladder so to speak. Perhaps I should have a look and talk with Mrs. Flagstone about who would be the right candidate for the job. I'm sure Angel would appreciate it took that job out of his hands. Not that he probably thought about it. To busy trying to figure out what it means to be CEO of such a big firm.
Pushing my hands into my pockets, I casually make my way down to the so called typing pool. I hope Mrs. Flagstone is around, though I've never actually seen her *away* from her desk everytime I went there. And I hope she knows just the right candidate to put up...I mean, help out Angel. What I didn't expect though, was to see a familiar face. And one that made me want to hide any and all books. I wonder if she's still chewing that dreadful chewing gum. Actually, I'm more then a little surprised she's not been dusted yet. The words 'not the brightest crayon on the box' come to mind.
Standing behind her I clear my throat and give her a slightly confused smile. "Harmony? I'm rather impressed. I'd have thought you'd be dust by now."
(Open for Harmony)