The good life.
[ for hellmouth_of_la ]
Lorne would have been lying if he said that his new position at Wolfram & Hart was anything less than a dream come true. The firm was amazing. Anything and everything you could ever want, right at your fingertips, and that was just for starters. His position had already earned him quite a few hefty perks outside of the firm itself, including (but not limited to) lunch with Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston, a glee-inducing shopping spree with Gwyneth Paltrow while they "discussed paperwork," attending an LA Dodgers game with the Olsen twins, and meeting with the lovely Drew Barrymore for coffee on numerous occasions.
All in all, life was good. He had his own office, he had connections, and he had a courteous secretary with a killer taste in shoes. He simply didn't see how things could get any better. On top of all that, the pay was fabulous. He had gone from living in his diva-suite at the Hyperion to investing in a state-of-the-art pimp palace; an obscenely expensive apartment in the best part of town, complete with wall-to-wall carpeting and a chandelier.
Thinking of his lush apartment reminded him of his plans for his self-given housewarming party. Giving his chair a good spin, he whirled around to face his desk and scribbled himself a brief note on a yellow legal pad. Call caterer, cancel shrimp, Sandra B. and Tom C. allergic. He also made a mental note to uninvite Janet and Justin -- the Seers from the Prophecies Department had mentioned something to him about overt drama surrounding those two. No good. He had nothing against divas, but he didn't want those two doing anything that might hurt his precious pad.
Stretching, he leaned back in his chair and propped both feet up on the edge of his desk. No meetings for another hour or so... perhaps a nap was in order. He smiled to himself as he reached over to press the button that buzzed his assistant at her desk outside. "Marianne, sugar? If anyone comes by, tell them I'm in a conference call."
"Yes, sir."
He sighed and gave his chair another spin. He could only hope that the others were as happy as he was -- not that he was really too concerned about it. Who wouldn't be happy working for an evil lawfirm?
Lorne would have been lying if he said that his new position at Wolfram & Hart was anything less than a dream come true. The firm was amazing. Anything and everything you could ever want, right at your fingertips, and that was just for starters. His position had already earned him quite a few hefty perks outside of the firm itself, including (but not limited to) lunch with Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston, a glee-inducing shopping spree with Gwyneth Paltrow while they "discussed paperwork," attending an LA Dodgers game with the Olsen twins, and meeting with the lovely Drew Barrymore for coffee on numerous occasions.
All in all, life was good. He had his own office, he had connections, and he had a courteous secretary with a killer taste in shoes. He simply didn't see how things could get any better. On top of all that, the pay was fabulous. He had gone from living in his diva-suite at the Hyperion to investing in a state-of-the-art pimp palace; an obscenely expensive apartment in the best part of town, complete with wall-to-wall carpeting and a chandelier.
Thinking of his lush apartment reminded him of his plans for his self-given housewarming party. Giving his chair a good spin, he whirled around to face his desk and scribbled himself a brief note on a yellow legal pad. Call caterer, cancel shrimp, Sandra B. and Tom C. allergic. He also made a mental note to uninvite Janet and Justin -- the Seers from the Prophecies Department had mentioned something to him about overt drama surrounding those two. No good. He had nothing against divas, but he didn't want those two doing anything that might hurt his precious pad.
Stretching, he leaned back in his chair and propped both feet up on the edge of his desk. No meetings for another hour or so... perhaps a nap was in order. He smiled to himself as he reached over to press the button that buzzed his assistant at her desk outside. "Marianne, sugar? If anyone comes by, tell them I'm in a conference call."
"Yes, sir."
He sighed and gave his chair another spin. He could only hope that the others were as happy as he was -- not that he was really too concerned about it. Who wouldn't be happy working for an evil lawfirm?