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One week down since the Host's fabulous party, in which most of the staff drank themselves into an alcholic stupor while I just made a fool of myself. I still couldn't quite figure out why I had gone to speak with Wesley. I seemed a stupid, emotional thing to do, and I do not act on emotions. I act on logic and facts. I go with the bet that is going to take me furthest or keep me alive one more day.
Which is exactly why I have avoided him ever since that night. I think it best to assume that Wesley isn't going to be doing anything with me again for a long long time. I don't know what I really expected though, he was never really there when we were "together".
That being sorted out, I had buried myself in my work. The law firm had gone to hell since Angel had taken over.(Ooh, the irony of it all.) And it was taken every lawyer we had to keep this place a float. I was buried in paperwork up to my neck for my current case. Apparently two of our very high profile clients had been caught by LAPD in the middle of a ritual sacrafice. One that, unfortunately for all parties, concerned a virgin. The girl got away unscathed, but my clients were not so lucky. I was working on a way to get them off.
I was so involved in what I was doing that the knock on my office door hardly registered. "Come in," I called jotting down a few notes on the legal pad that rested next to me.
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Which is exactly why I have avoided him ever since that night. I think it best to assume that Wesley isn't going to be doing anything with me again for a long long time. I don't know what I really expected though, he was never really there when we were "together".
That being sorted out, I had buried myself in my work. The law firm had gone to hell since Angel had taken over.(Ooh, the irony of it all.) And it was taken every lawyer we had to keep this place a float. I was buried in paperwork up to my neck for my current case. Apparently two of our very high profile clients had been caught by LAPD in the middle of a ritual sacrafice. One that, unfortunately for all parties, concerned a virgin. The girl got away unscathed, but my clients were not so lucky. I was working on a way to get them off.
I was so involved in what I was doing that the knock on my office door hardly registered. "Come in," I called jotting down a few notes on the legal pad that rested next to me.
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