Office Politics
I think I need another vacation. I'm excruciatingly tired of dealing with my co-workers at this point. On the positive side, though, the cute little drug addict is still a reluctant guest of Angel and his crew. One less headache if you ask me.
Christian Ryan, current bane of my existence, is still irritatingly smug. Everything the man touches turns to gold, and I have yet to figure that out. I took a small excursion into his office the other day-- he should have been in that meeting for another half-hour at least, dammit-- and found nothing. Plus he caught me. I wonder if he has sonar?
Charles is still in hot pursuit, and while it's flattering, I suppose, he's wasting his time. I have a policy that I never sleep with the soon-to-be-dead. Bad for one's personal feng shui, I've found. Tsk.
And my latest client? Good Lord. He really should be told that female lawyers generally do not take to live scorpions running amok in their offices; I don't care if he does have a low blood sugar problem...
[Open to Angel]
Christian Ryan, current bane of my existence, is still irritatingly smug. Everything the man touches turns to gold, and I have yet to figure that out. I took a small excursion into his office the other day-- he should have been in that meeting for another half-hour at least, dammit-- and found nothing. Plus he caught me. I wonder if he has sonar?
Charles is still in hot pursuit, and while it's flattering, I suppose, he's wasting his time. I have a policy that I never sleep with the soon-to-be-dead. Bad for one's personal feng shui, I've found. Tsk.
And my latest client? Good Lord. He really should be told that female lawyers generally do not take to live scorpions running amok in their offices; I don't care if he does have a low blood sugar problem...
[Open to Angel]