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After Cordelia left the office, I felt terrible for the way I'd spoken to her. I'd been hurtful and I hated myself for it. Hated myself for the fact that I had no other choice. I couldn't possibly tell her about what happened, about Connor. There was also the fact of her even believing me. Oh, guess what. The reason I'm CEO of an evil multi-dimensional law firm is because my son that I had with Darla went a little crazy after being kidnapped by Wesley and lived in a hell dimension for most of his life. Then you slept with him and gave birth to an evil beast who wanted to take over the world.
Yeah, I think that would go over just fine.
I'd rushed through the rest of the meeting that she'd busted in on and promised the son of a bitch that we'd do our utmost to get him off. Any type of deal I wanted to make with the guy was off, so I just tried to be agreeable as possible and told him what he wanted to hear. I just wanted them all out of my office, so I could be alone.
They finally left after a few more promises and now I sat here alone in my office. Resing my elbows on my desk, I stared at the wall in front of me. I hated being here.. hated it. Sure, there was always the slim possibility of doing some sort of good, but right now I could care less. I'd just sent my best friend out my office and had her say to me she almost wished Angelus was around instead of me. Angelus. I could feel him inside me. He might have been even a bit pleased with the fact that I'd taken over the firm.
Sighing, I looked down at my desk and saw the picture of Wesley, Cordelia, and I. Narrowing my eyes at the picture, I hit it with the back of my hand sending it to the floor. I heard a crack and new it had broken or at least the glass had. Just like the relationship we'd had back then. Wesley and I had been friends lately, but only because I'd erased his memories. So, now instead of being estranged from Wesley I was estrange from the next closet friend that I had - Cordelia.
I thought about Connor. He'd been the ultimate reason I'd done what I did by taking this job. At least someone was happy in all of this. Shaking my head, I lowered my face to my open hands and sighed heavily. Not really sure why exactly. It wasn't as if a breath came out when I did that. It was a habit I guess. Although, you'd think that after two hundred and fifty years that a habit of breathing like that would have stopped.
Cordelia had mentioned finding out on her own what had happened. I couldn't let that happen. It would have been one thing for her to find out from me about stealing away the memories from eveyone, but to find out on her own what I'd done? She'd probably either try to take me right there or never speak to me again. It wasn't exactly nice earlier, but she did speak.
But sooner or later.. I knew either one of the two would have to come. Right now I really didn't know which it would be, and frankly, I'm not sure which I'd prefer.
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Yeah, I think that would go over just fine.
I'd rushed through the rest of the meeting that she'd busted in on and promised the son of a bitch that we'd do our utmost to get him off. Any type of deal I wanted to make with the guy was off, so I just tried to be agreeable as possible and told him what he wanted to hear. I just wanted them all out of my office, so I could be alone.
They finally left after a few more promises and now I sat here alone in my office. Resing my elbows on my desk, I stared at the wall in front of me. I hated being here.. hated it. Sure, there was always the slim possibility of doing some sort of good, but right now I could care less. I'd just sent my best friend out my office and had her say to me she almost wished Angelus was around instead of me. Angelus. I could feel him inside me. He might have been even a bit pleased with the fact that I'd taken over the firm.
Sighing, I looked down at my desk and saw the picture of Wesley, Cordelia, and I. Narrowing my eyes at the picture, I hit it with the back of my hand sending it to the floor. I heard a crack and new it had broken or at least the glass had. Just like the relationship we'd had back then. Wesley and I had been friends lately, but only because I'd erased his memories. So, now instead of being estranged from Wesley I was estrange from the next closet friend that I had - Cordelia.
I thought about Connor. He'd been the ultimate reason I'd done what I did by taking this job. At least someone was happy in all of this. Shaking my head, I lowered my face to my open hands and sighed heavily. Not really sure why exactly. It wasn't as if a breath came out when I did that. It was a habit I guess. Although, you'd think that after two hundred and fifty years that a habit of breathing like that would have stopped.
Cordelia had mentioned finding out on her own what had happened. I couldn't let that happen. It would have been one thing for her to find out from me about stealing away the memories from eveyone, but to find out on her own what I'd done? She'd probably either try to take me right there or never speak to me again. It wasn't exactly nice earlier, but she did speak.
But sooner or later.. I knew either one of the two would have to come. Right now I really didn't know which it would be, and frankly, I'm not sure which I'd prefer.
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