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I never knew that vampires could get eyestrain. But then again, I'd never spent hours staring at a computer monitor. After a long stretch of time, all I could do was lean back and stare at the ceiling for a while before my eyes started climbing out of their sockets in protest
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"Oh!" I grinned, actually schocked that Angel had, you know, listened. Normally he doesn't listen at all, even where I say 'You have a very important client on line one', in my best I-only-say-it-cause-it's-true voice. Seriously, Angel needed to step up and recognize the connections of some of the people who came to see him. There was serious 'rep thrown round here on a regular basis.
All I could do was help him see better next time. It was my job, right?
"Do you really mean it?" I still wasn't so sure. "Because that would be great, and maybe if -- maybe --"
Oh crap. There was going to be verbal vomit. I could feel it. I was going to share.
"Maybe if all the girls downstairs saw you actually liked me enough to do that, they might like me back."
"Oh, no, no, no...Not at all, Harmony. I, uh... I just wanted to talk. Y'know, catch up. I know that I had my, uh, differences with you before, but I'm happy to say that I thing you're doing a swell job here. Now, how about you? How have you felt being under me-- ah, working for me?"
I took the chair Angel nodded too, crossing my legs a few times trying to get settled. I was hardly ever in here with just him. All of his friends were normally here too, and there was always a lot of talking. And the yelling part where he Angel tells me to get out.
"Ummm...thanks?"
I still wasn't sure I beleived this. Soul or no Angel was a vampire and hello! No one knows more than me what evil, despicable things were are capable of. Like lying to girls who only really want to do a good job.
And I really wanted to do a good job.
"It's been okay I guess."
Nope, wasn't gonna let him see how much I cared.
Yet.
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I frowned, and deeply, and considering the practice I had at it, that was saying something. Something about what Harmony had said touched me, made me feel, well, really sorry for the girl. It wasn't like I didn't remember how bitchy and superficial and mean she could be in high school, and the new heights of annoying that she pioneered once she was vamped. But, y'know, everybody deserved to have a pleasant workplace.
"Well, now that's just... silly," I said, then kind of awkwardly leaned forward to pat Harmony on the shoulder. "I can't imagine how anyone here wouldn't like you. Plenty to like."
"Ummm...thanks?"
"No problem," I answered her. "I'm your boss, Harmony, but I think things would go a lot better around here if I was your friend, too. Don't you want us to be friends, Harmony?"
Yeah, I thought as I watched Harmony's legs cross and uncross-- and was it some kind of company rule that all the women around here had to wear super-short miniskirts?-- I definitely wanted to be better friends with her.
"It's been okay I guess."
Nodding, I pushed away from the desk and started pacing a bit.
"You know, Harmony, I'd like to take the 'I guess' out of that statement. And the 'okay', too. I want your job to be a great, wonderful experience..." Circling around Harmony's chair, I put a hand on each of her shoulders-- her bare shoulders-- and gave her a gentle sqeeze. "I want working here... for me... to be a very pleasurable, er, pleasant experience."
After a moment, I stepped away and smiled at Harmony.
"Well, I'll let you get right back to that job. Draw up those requisitions and I'll sign them right away, got it? And you go have a good day."
Harmony stood and I showed her to the door. My hand must've grown itself a mind of its own as it gave her a very short, very small pat on the rear as I sent her out into the office.
So maybe this Wolfram & Hart thing wouldn't be 100% bad, after all.
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