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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[watcher_pryce]

"Chill? What kind of a word is chill

[_harm_kendall_]

"You are so over stressed you're not even in the loop anymore Wes, you need to rest and then come back all refreshed and everything. You'll feel better." I tried to fix the papers on his desk but again, he was in my way. Stupid brit! And I'm wondering why they won't allow biting and thrall in the office anymore, I mean really. It would make life so much easier

[watcher_pryce]

What is she doing? What the bloody hell is she doing? In my office? And what does she mean ‘taking one for the team’. As though I’m that horrible. Thank you very much Harmony. Raising my eyebrow I glance at her and blink. She seems to be under the impression I’m in desperate need of something. As if all men are the same.

“You can leave your heels on,” I say, my voice dropping in temperature. “In fact you can pick up your belt as well and get dressed. I’m not at al pleased by this sort of behaviour. Do you this often?” Does she? I rather hope not. She doesn’t seem to know better, but whomever is on the other side should. I might have to hit some people if it turns out she did.

“You’re lucky I’m not pushing for sexual assault charges, Harmony. What were you thinking?” Shaking my head, I round my desk and pick up the belt still laying on the floor, handing it to her. “Close your mouth, you’re catching flies. Now…about the work that needs to be done around here now that *everyone * seems to have gone, as you Americans say, MIA?”

[_harm_kendall_]

"For the record I don't do an-" I stop and look over at him, I could swear if he was a cartoon he'd have smoke coming out of his ears and his eyes would be red or something

[watcher_pryce]

"Harmony, I'd appreciated if you would curb your language. There is no need to shout and I mentioned no such thing. It's not my fault your overly hormonal body and mind chose to take it that way. I am most *certainly* not in need of 'a little happy

[_harm_kendall_]

I sat at my desk answering phones and trying to keep busy, I'd lost my nail file so it was back to doing icky office work. Damnit. The mail came at about noon and I would have been more excited about Wesley's package coming if I hadn't just ticked him off back there. Why doesn't being a good guy and all that come with an instruction manual? It would be helpful you know

[watcher_pryce]

"Andre Bruns," I echoed, giving her a pointed look. Was I talking Tazlonian? I didn't think so. I do believe Harmony is capable of understanding perfectly normal English. After all, she's a master when it come to rambling on in it. I swear, there was something in the Sunnydale water supply; they're all like that

[_harm_kendall_]

Twenty minutes, it took me twenty minutes of my immortality to get that stupid Legos demon's tie out of the copy machine. Ugh! Why do I bother? I mean this place would like so fall apart if I wasn't around

[watcher_pryce]

The box wasn't moving. It didn't make any strange sounds. It didn't smell funny. There was no light shooting out from it and when I did a magic check, nothing really happened. Just the normal vibrations one usually got in this building. Well, one being me. I've no idea about others but I doubt it. They only seem to dabble in the black arts and the dark magic. Not to be trusted

[_harm_kendall_]

Where is it? Oh god, where the hell is it? It couldn't have just walked away...could it? No, it wasn't enchanted or anything. I mean it was special but it wasn't evil. I don't think, no. It didn't come from an evil place. Not that evil was a bad thing or anything.

"Mort! Have you seen my unicorn pen?" He popped his head out of the copy room and grunted before going back to what he was doing. "Don't get stuck, I'm busy right now!" I'm so not gonna stop looking till I find it.

I can't get upset. I won't get upset. I can't, it's not pretty and it's not lady like. I won't cry over a lost pen. I'm Harmony Kendall, hot, sexy, single undead and forever young vampire who works for one of the best places ever and I will not cry in the office over a pen. But it's not just any pen...

Sitting down at my desk in a huff I took a deep - and very unneeded - breath and pulled out the directory for the firm. I wonder if I can abuse any of the firm contacts

[watcher_pryce]

"You are certain, Fred?"

"She already said she was five time, Merlin."

I glared over at Knox, ready to beat the living daylights out of him is she opens his mouth one more time. Was I talking to him? No. Did I ask him any questions? No. Is his name Fred? No. Was I being terribly childess? You bet your arse I was. But he was asking for it. Rolling his eyes at me, and making those stupid little below the belt coments. Little shit, that's what he was. I don't use that word often, but really.

"Wes," Fred sighed and I turned my attention toward her. "I looked it over four times. There's nothing in there but tea and some other things. No bombs, no hidden booby traps, no wires, no spyware, no daggers ready to leap out and..." she paused, giving Knox a sheepish look. Knox. She was talking to me and she's giving him look

[_harm_kendall_]

It's gone, it's like totally gone. Did it just like get up and walk away? In this place...it could have. Damnit! I should have left it home or in my bag. Something but I shouldn't have brought it here. I should have known that a place that gives such great dental would have to be totally evil!

Someone comes out of the elevator but I ignore them - hey, I'm not paid to greet everyone - and continue to rummage through my desk. Pulling the drawers out one by one and dumping them onto the top. Top drawer, no pen. Middle drawer, no pen

[watcher_pryce]

Taking a step back at her outburst, I raise my eyebrow. What the hell is going on here? I look at her blankly as she starts to apologize and my eyebrow climbs even higher. Someone must be really frustrated about something.

Ah, she lost something. She's crying because she lost something. In the office. It's probably some important file for which Angel will kill her if she lost it? Or some document on the computer which she now has to re-type? Did she mix up some order? What?

She took a deep breath, which made me blink. Since when did she need to breath? Dear god, she must be really upset. I do wish she'd stop crying. I don't know how to handle crying women. Where's Fred when you need her? Fumbling in my pockets, I pull out a handkerchief and hand it over to her.

"Here. And no, I don't need anything. What exactly did you loose? It can't be that bad, I'm sure it's around here somewhere."

[_harm_kendall_]

When I took a deep breath it did nothing for me except remind me that I'm dead. Hello, DUH. Sheesh, Harm, get a damn grip. Alright, it's important and all that but you're a vampire trying to take a deep breath.

That's like a fish out of the bowl...or something.

I looked up at Wes and took the napkin thingy from him and wiped my eyes, I already knew my make-up was already shot to hell and I probably looked like death warmed over...ohh wait...

"It's not..." I could feel my chin quivering and I cursed myself for getting this upset over something as simple as a pen. But it wasn't just any pen. This one was special, it was from Cordy which made it even more important

[watcher_pryce]

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