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I frowned at the door of Angel's apartment as the good n' plenties went traipsing off to do the stupid thing...as usual. The firm would be disappointed if Angel were to be killed, but since he was off to face a fully embodied senior partner I supposed it wasn't really my problem at the moment. Maybe Mr. Wolf will just tear his limbs off and leave him alone and in agonizing pain. A girl can hope, can't she? Maybe that was just the blossoming black and blue mark on my jaw speaking. You would think these hero types would learn a thing or two after all their years of dealing with Wolfram and Hart. But no, they insist on remaining idiotic, all of their plans missing that one vital part. What do you call it again? Oh right, logic.
Shaking my head I closed the door to the penthouse behind me as I walked down into the labrynth of hallways in Wolfram and Hart. I wasn't sure what the Senior Partners had planned now that Angel had been released from his prison. Would they still wish to retain him as CEO? It seemed doubtful to me, even if the champion was willing. That left the L.A. branch of Wolfram and Hart CEOless so to speak, and I couldn't help but be excited about that prospect.
Oh Lindsey, it really is too bad you can't see me now. Idly I sometimes wondered what the former golden boy of Wolfram and Hart was up to these days. Probably strumming his guitar in some white trash bar in hickville, USA. Not that I was checking up on him or anything...
Slipping into my office, I walked over to my desk and picked up the phone. Sitting down I carefully moved the folder containing Faith's prison record out of the way and dialed the number I had memorized and knew by heart.
When the angry voice picked up on the other end I almost paused for a second. Hearing Wesley's voice and knowing who was controlling the puppet was still a little much for even this evil lawyer to get used to.
"Mr. Wolf. I'm sorry for bothering you. I have some bad news though, sir."
Shaking my head I closed the door to the penthouse behind me as I walked down into the labrynth of hallways in Wolfram and Hart. I wasn't sure what the Senior Partners had planned now that Angel had been released from his prison. Would they still wish to retain him as CEO? It seemed doubtful to me, even if the champion was willing. That left the L.A. branch of Wolfram and Hart CEOless so to speak, and I couldn't help but be excited about that prospect.
Oh Lindsey, it really is too bad you can't see me now. Idly I sometimes wondered what the former golden boy of Wolfram and Hart was up to these days. Probably strumming his guitar in some white trash bar in hickville, USA. Not that I was checking up on him or anything...
Slipping into my office, I walked over to my desk and picked up the phone. Sitting down I carefully moved the folder containing Faith's prison record out of the way and dialed the number I had memorized and knew by heart.
When the angry voice picked up on the other end I almost paused for a second. Hearing Wesley's voice and knowing who was controlling the puppet was still a little much for even this evil lawyer to get used to.
"Mr. Wolf. I'm sorry for bothering you. I have some bad news though, sir."