The 'Go To' Gal gets Busy.
So the partners brought me back to be some kind of 'get back on track' gal with Wesley? Sure, dying once and remembering the experience could throw anyone a little off kilter, but I got the impression that things weren't all that peachy in the ex-watcher/ex-lover camp. I wondered what plans the peeps upstairs had for him that required an 'intervention' from someone he'd unceremoniously dumped a year ago.
Still, I was out, I was free and I had something challenging to do. Eve had said that Wesley had been a little lost, and that he still retained the real memories of what had happened before the reset. It seemed odd to me that the Senior Partners would have allowed that, but I presumed they had their reasons, or perhaps Wesley had just been an anomaly, slipped through the cracks somehow.
What I didn't get was why they hadn't put someone like that anorexic Fred onto this case. Surely she was the perfect candidate to get Wes out of some funk. All that pining can't have been good for his health, but I'd presumed that he would have finally made his move once I was dead and out of the picture. Who knows though, maybe twiggy had stayed with Gunn.
I paused at the door to his office, a little nervous about seeing him again. The last time I'd seen him I'd been playing the role of intermediary, brokering a deal for the higher ups. This was more personal, this was going to be tougher. But I looked damn fine in the Robert Cavalli ensemble Eve had ordered in for me, and the Ferragamo shoes were to die for. I was dressed for success, so what the hell, why not just knock already and get this over and done with.
(open to Wesley)
Still, I was out, I was free and I had something challenging to do. Eve had said that Wesley had been a little lost, and that he still retained the real memories of what had happened before the reset. It seemed odd to me that the Senior Partners would have allowed that, but I presumed they had their reasons, or perhaps Wesley had just been an anomaly, slipped through the cracks somehow.
What I didn't get was why they hadn't put someone like that anorexic Fred onto this case. Surely she was the perfect candidate to get Wes out of some funk. All that pining can't have been good for his health, but I'd presumed that he would have finally made his move once I was dead and out of the picture. Who knows though, maybe twiggy had stayed with Gunn.
I paused at the door to his office, a little nervous about seeing him again. The last time I'd seen him I'd been playing the role of intermediary, brokering a deal for the higher ups. This was more personal, this was going to be tougher. But I looked damn fine in the Robert Cavalli ensemble Eve had ordered in for me, and the Ferragamo shoes were to die for. I was dressed for success, so what the hell, why not just knock already and get this over and done with.
(open to Wesley)