I'm a working girl now....

[_harm_kendall_]

Oh my gosh, I'm like actually working here! I have like the coolest job in the world. I work for team evil...or is it good...I'm not sure, but I mean they have this like no drinking human blood policy which I think is stupid but then again this is Angel and company we're talking about here.

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[_harm_kendall_]

Blah, blah, blah. Geeze.

I look up at him and give him a not so amused look. "Yeah, ok, you have a staff of like what? Fifty people at your total disposal. They can do some of that, you're the boss ya know, not the lackey." Wait, I'm the lackey, eh, it pays good. And I get to do my nails!

Pifft! Books with legs? Whoever thought of that? I mean this is Wolfram and Hart...well...ok it's possible...

"Because silly, do you realize how many people in this place ask me for it? I go to Coscos at night and buy a case of bottles at least once a month, you'd be surprised how fast it goes." I gave him a smart ass smile. "Hello. High stress job, you're liable to get headaches and what not. Said so in Cosmo ya know." I picked up my book that was covering the photo frame and shoved it in his face to the page. "See."

I shook my head and then nodded. "You look deader then me Wes, that says a lot. You really need to rest, getting sick and stuff isn't gonna help you any. And it's not gonna get her back." I gave him a sad little smile, I hated bringing Fred up or anything but it was the truth and yeah, the truth hurts but sometimes it's better that way. He can't keep livin' in denial land or somethin', not good for his health and stuff. Not to mention the big boss would be mighty upset.

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As if I'd trust Wolfram and Hart people with such important matters. I don't even bother explaining that to her. I'm to tired and my headache isn't getting any better with her nattering. Giving her a tired, glare I pop the bottle open and take out two pills. Quickly I Glance around and swallow them with some water. I've no idea why I'm being so cautious, call it a habit. They've bloody camera's everywhere here.

Taking a step back when a magazine was shoved in my face, I blinked down at it. The bright colors assaulting my eyes and I narrow them to prevent them from bleeding. You'd need sunglasses to read those magazines. "Dear god, get that thing out of my face." And since when is Harmony here our pill supplier? That thought scares me. Deeply. It's...disturbing.

Sighing, I shake my head with her and freeze when a 'she' is mentioned. For a moment I'm uncertain as to who she means. Cordelia? But she's in a coma, there's still a chance she might wake up. But I doubt that's who she's talking about. Who's going to come back then? And then it dawns on me.

Fred.

"You can't get something back, you didn't have in the fist place, Harmony," I say through gritted teeth, giving her a cold look. Bloody hell, who does she think she is? What's her name, Oprah? "May I suggest you spend less time watching day time television shows, and more time on actually doing your job. Which, I feel the need to point out, does not include painting your nails." For gods sake. When do these pills start to work. Any time now would be good.

"Err...Did Angel have a meeting today or not?" Damn, I forgot. Did she say that already?

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I bite my lip, not really caring that I'm messing up my perfect lipstick, but I feel bad I mentioned Fred because of the look on his face. These guys have misery enough, why should I add to it and stuff.

Giving Wes my own hurt look. "Hey, I so do stuff around here. I don't watch daytime TV, I'm usually here remember?" Not to mention Angel took my mini TV that I had back here. Spoil sport.

"I do my nails when it's slow and whatever, I still answer phones and do whatever the big guy needs me to do." I look down at my desk and start fixing it up, putting my Cosmo away and fixing back up Cordy's picture before looking back up at Wes when he askes me again if there's a meeting.

Giving him a pointed look - whatever those are - I get up and grab my purse and keys. "Alright, that's it buddy, come on, off you go. Let's get you home and in bed, Angel will be just fine today. He has a lawyerish meeting with Gunn at three and that's it for the rest of the day, I think he's like pickin' out cars or something."

Without giving Wesley much choice I take the water and Advil, stick it in my purse before putting my arm around his back and ushering him to the elevator. I love being a vampire sometimes, it means I'm stronger then him and stuff. "You're going home and resting. I'll handle your calls. Come on, let's go. I'll drive." He's likely to drive off the road.

[_wes_pryce_]

Yes, well. The only reason she's not watching he current running of what's her name, is because Angel took away her mini television. I was there when he did that, not that she noticed. She was to busy pouting and ranting. Raising my eyebrow, I give her a dry look, choosing not to comment on that. Because, she does do things around here. Otherwise I wouldn't be here asking her about Angel's schedule wouldn't I?

And if she's not going to answer my question, I might as well go back to the office. Wait, he's picking out cars? "Again?" Sighing, I stare at the bottle of advil and wonder if I should perhaps take some more. How many cars does that man need? Just one should suffice, surely. I'm starting to wonder about that. I guess Spike was right when he mentioned a car fetish something or other. Good lord.

And where is Harmony going? Before I can ask though, she's rounding her desk and steering me toward the lift. What the... Where are we going? I try to pull away but the twit is using her vampire strength. "Harmony, I'm perfectly fine. I'd like to go back to my office now and work if you don't mind." Which she obviously does. She's going to drive? Oh dear god have mercy.

"Harmony! Really!" Snatching her wrist before she can push the button on the lift I turn my head to glare at her. "I'm going back to my office," I tell her, doing my best to sound patient. Though, I think it' not working well with that glare. "I've work to do. You can however, since you seem to insist, take my calls unless they're *important*" What am I? Five? And when did she become such a mother hen. It's...frightening.

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I cross my arms and give him a look. "Fine. Fine? Uhhuh, not buyin' it mister. You're head's pounding and you look like death. I wouldn't even bite you if I still you know, bit people." Not to mention he does nothing but drink tea, so much he probably has it in his veins.

Hot...warm...viens...ohhhh

C'mon Harm, snap out of it. Quick like a bunny!

Ok, and we're back. What were we doing? Oh! That's right, helping Wesley. Helping, yay team me. I'm being all useful and stuff.

Tapping my very expensive - and cute - heels I give Wesley a look, matching his. "Don't give me that bullcrap Wesley, it only works on Angel because he's got other things to worry about too. I don't, so that makes you a focus. Deal. You look like crap. You need to go home, get that watcher nose out of a book and sleep. Ya know the thing you do and when you wake up you don't have ink on your face?"

Using my other hand I slap his hand away, not meanly, and press the button to the garage. "The work can wait five hours or whatever. If you fall flat on your face then nothing will get done, not to mention most likely break those quite cute frames." I commented offhandedly to him as the elevator opened.

I stepped out and looked back at him and he just stood there. "Ohhh, nice impression of a statue. Now, can you do one of a ummm well person walking, c'mon Wesley. If it'll make you feel better give me a list and I'll have stuff put together or whatever for you. You're going home mister and if I have to throw you over my shoulder and ruin my Prada I will." I crossed my arms over my chest and held the door open with my foot. I hope he realizes that I can be here forever, I don't age and whatever.

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My hand comes up automatically to rub over my face confused. "I've ink...I do not have ink on my face!" I glance at my hand and dart a suspicious look at her. What does she mean by that, what does she mean 'Angel has other things to worry about too'. What? And I don't? And what's wrong with reading books.

Oh wait. What am I saying. I'm talking about Harmony again here. I really ought to remember that.

"Ow! Harmony!" I frown at the hand she just slapped and then glare at her. What the bloody hell is going on here. All I wanted to know was if Angel had a meeting today. Well, what I *wanted* to know was if Angel had a meeting with me today. Since...I forgot. And Jennifer has a day off. I think.

And she's still talking. Good lord.

I gave her an even look, no matter that it was a little more tired then usual. She's going to take me home and she's going to drive. I shudder at the thought. Especially that last one. My eyebrow raised when she mentioned throwing me over her shoulder. "Do that and I'll stake you myself. Is that clear?" What the hell. This is starting to sound like the speech Gunn gave me the other day. What's wrong with people?

"Wait, how is throwing anything over your shoulder going to ruin your prada's?" Oh god! Why did I have to say that? The lift pings and I look up startled. Empty, of course. "Never mind. I've work to do," I say, pretending to get in the lift. I quickly sidestep, dart past her and try to make a clean get away toward the safe sanctuary of my office.

Bloody hell.

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"Carrying heavy things wears down the heals." I say matter of factly, my arms crossed over my chest. "Now. I'm taking you ho- Hey!" I watch as he heads down to his office.

What the hell? I'm only trying to help ya know. I was gonna risk sunburn to take his stuffy British butt home.

"Fine!" I yelled after him, trying not to pout because pouting gave wrinkles and I didn't want any of those. "He's so taking care of himself if it's the last thing I do."

Huffing I went over to my desk and ordered up lunch, it was nearly noon. Ok, so it was only eleven, close enough! I had them bring up something for both of us. I thought I'd have a salad and join him, see what he wants from other departments.

Why the fuck am I so helpful? Maybe because you're trying to prove something huh, Kendall? Shut up.

I heard Wesley's door close and lock, I couldn't help but smile, reaching down I went into my bottom drawer and pulled out a janitors key ring that had copies to all the offices. Wesley's had a dark tan rubber ring around it. Representing tea, Angel's is red for blood and so on...

Hey, it's a system.

Now all I have to do is wait for lunch to come up. Ohhh! I'll go heat up my blood while I wait.

[_wes_pryce_]

Not looking behind me I practically run toward my office. Of course I run straight into some girl with a handful of files. They fly all over the place and I sigh, grouching down to pick them up.

"Can't you watch where you're going I mutter, giving her a quick stern look. For gods sake, is everyone ganging up on me today? I really shouldn't have made the mistake of leaving my office.

"I'm sorry, Mister Wyndam-Pryce sir," the girl stammers in a hushed whisper. She looks up at me with bright eyes that are far to big, looking rather pale. And I don't think she's a vampire.

Which makes me wonder if vampires disintegrate if they get a tan in one of those salons Cordelia used to frequent. Oh bloody marvelous, now Harmony has me thinking the most *random* things. And why is that girl looking at me as though I'm some ogre? Was it something I said?

"It won't happen again, Sir," she whispers, clutching the files to her chest.

And now I feel like pondscum. Wonderful. I'm snapping at the girls from files and accounting now. "No, don't worry about it," I sigh, rubbing a hand over my forehead. "It was my fault at well. Ah...I...err...I'm sorry." Flashing her an apologetic smile, I quickly dive into my office.

"Finally, thank god!" I lean back against the door for a moment, letting the peace, the quiet, the tranquility sink in. And then turn around fast to lock the door. Right. I'm not leaving this office again this century. Or at least not until late tonight when I know everyone is gone.

Books. Research. Peace. Right. Yes, indeed.

[_harm_kendall_]

I'm so gonna have to talk to the people down that take care of the food, I've been waiting for nearly thirty minutes. Hello? Don't they know who I am damnit? I'm...ok I'm not anybody but I work for the head boss, the big cheese, the head honcho. C'mon people, some speedy service would be nice!

Sheesh.

"You know, you should be quicker, how long does it take to make a damn lunch?" I sighed and rolled my eyes, snatching the tray away from the girl, setting my blood on top of the tray I grab my keys and head down to Wesley's office.

Without so much as knocking I unlocked the door, stuffed the key in my pocket and sauntered into his office. "Alright Mister Stubborn Pants, if you insist on staying at least eat something." I stood happily in front of his desk, tray in hand, waiting for him to move his important looking type papers so I can put the tray down. "I'm not goin' anywhere."

[_wes_pryce_]

Research was something I could handle. Something I was familiar with, something I could get lost in. Something I knew what to do with. Something I felt competent with. It was...reassuring. A save haven, if you will. A port in the storm and various other none sequester metaphors.

Fred snogging with Knox? Angel suddenly boss of a multimillion dollar firm? Me, working for the very firm we'd been fighting against for years? I didn't know what to do with that, so I did what I did best. Pretend it wasn there and buried myself in research. Which was going smoothly thus far.

Wait a minute.

How the bloody hell did Harmony get in here?

I looked up startled from my books and blinked at her. She was standing in front of my desk and looked at me with that look. The one where she was all smug as though she'd just worked out Einsteins relativity theory. Dear god, that comparison should be enough to get me shot.

"What I would like to know is how you got in here in the first place," I ask, still slightly startled. I glance over her shoulder toward the door. I keep my hands flat on my books and papers, just in case whirlwind Kendall decides to take matters into her own hand. "I thought Spike was the ghost around here?"

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He gave me one of those British looks that I have yet to understand. Well, I don't think they're meant to be understood and stuff. Uhhh...how did I get in? Good question...ummm he'd so take away my key ring if he knew... ohhh! You're so brilliant!

"Janitor." I shrugged slightly and grinned. "I just smiled and uhh dropped something, he let me in." I noticed that he still didn't move his things, looking around the room I walk over to the side bar and put the tray down. "I had them make some sandwiches and tea, they also sent up some Cola but I didn't know if you Brit types drank that and whatever." I shrugged and leaned against the table, waiting for him to come get what I brought.

I opened my mug and took a sip of blood. Ugh, straight to your hips. Whatever, it kept me with this great job...too bad I have to prove myself to everyone.

"Well." I give him a wide eyed look and point to the tray. "You're so eating mister. I'll use vampire strength again." I crossed my arms over my chest and gave him a look. "I'm Harmony Kendall, I learned stubborn from none other then Cordelia Chase." Damnit. I miss Cordy, she'd know how to handle this. I'm so not good with this stuff.

[_wes_pryce_]

Remind me to fire the janitor. For gods sake, is nothing sacred here? Wait. If I fire the janitor he's not going to get sacrificed in some obscure ritual of getting booted is he? I think we forbid that sort of action. I'd have to ask Gunn to make certain before I show that git the door.

Sandwiches, tea and cola? What? Is she my mother now. Well, no. Scratch that, definitely not. "I'm not hungry, Harmony," I sighed. Why, oh why can I not get some rest in my own office? What do I have to do here to...

Ooh, right. That's her game. I get it now. She's going to be here and annoy me so much I'll be forced to go home! Just like Gunn tried with his boring tails of equally boring cases. Well, it's no going to work. I have work to do, and I don't want to be in my apartment. It's dark, it' gloomy, it's depressing and it's...lonely.

Looking up startled at her words, I frown when I notice the blood in her hands. Near my books. Oh dear lord. Quickly I get up and walk over to her, carefully removing the glass from her hand and taking her by her elbow.

"Fine, fine," I start, pulling her over to the chair in the middle of the room. Far, far away from any books. I push her down and hand her mug back. "Just...stay...there. And don't move until you had your...lunch." Lunch. Blood. You'd think after working with Angel for so long, you don't really think about that.

Sighing, I walked over to the tray and gingerly picked up a sandwich. A rather fake smile is on my face I as glance at the tray and then at her. "See? I'm eating?" The sooner she's out of here the better. Good grief, what did they put on this? Yesterday's coffee?

Swallowing several times, I reach for the tea...and pause. "Bloody hell! Tea bags?" I raise my eyebrow and give her a pointed look. This is exactly what is wrong with this country. They cannot even make descent tea!

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Not hungry? Ha! Whatever, he so needs to like lighten up and stuff, well then again I can see why he doesn't in a place like this. This place is all full of the heebie jeebies. If it freaks a vampire like me out? It's definitely bad.

He moved over and moved me to a chair. Ok, for a guy having a vampire for a friend for so long and being a watcher and stuff he sure doesn't know how to take the sight of a vampire drinking blood. Sheesh, it's not like I'm draining a human or anything.

Ohhh human...warm...thick...hot...blood....ohhh

Ok, snap out of it.

Alright, I'm back, better then ever.

Why does he have a funny look on his face, ok now he's looking at me all pointy and stuff. "What?" I get up and put my cup down on the tray then notice I have blood on my hands.

I reach over and take a rag to wipe my hands before tossing it back down. Looking over at Wesley I shrugged. "Sorry, I ordered it from downstairs, I figured they'd know how you wanted your tea and stuff. I didn't know what else to get but you kinda need to eat." I gave him a small smile. "You can have my salad, it's normal and stuff, chef salad."`