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_]

"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!

Ok, well mine!

"I can't leave..." I mimicked him, crossing my arms. "Yes you can, it's not like you're under some spell or something. Hmm...or are you..."

My brow shot up and I looked at him for a minute, what is all that stuff they talk about this Fraud dude? Hmm...

"You know, if that's what it'll take to get you to rest so this place really doesn't go into the crapper." I started shrugging my pink suit jacket off and then my belt. "Then I'm more then ready to take one for the team..."

Dropping my belt I started to take my heals off. "Ok, do you want the heals on or off? Oh, and where do you want me? The couch or bent over your desk?" You know that look on his face isn't going to get anything done, he should hope it doesn't freeze like that or something.

[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.

Ok, is he like annoyed at me or whatever? What, like I'm not good enough to have sex with?! Whatever! I am so hot damnit! I mean Spike does lust after me even if he won't admit it.

Crossing my arms over my chest I looked him over, trying to figure out what the hell I did wrong this time, I mean sheesh! He was the one that mentioned getting him into bed, I was just trying to be helpful! I swear.

"Assault charges?! What the fuck?" I sighed and took the belt from him. "You were the one that mentioned getting you into bed mister! I just figured you needed to have a little happy or whatever to get you unwound..." I slipped my belt on and fixed my skirt before running my hands through my hair. How the heck did things get so damn wrong? People working here - vampires included - should so get aggravation pay! Hmmm, maybe that's what all that FICA stuff is about...

"Sorry, sheesh." I felt embarrassed and if I could have blushed I'm sure I would have. I can't believe...I thought that he...damnit, can't I do anything right?

Picking up my papers I started to head for the door. "Sorry Wes, I'ma gonna go..." Pulling the door open I glanced back at him. "Everything for today should be on your desk, right under the lamp. I had everything set up and put together for you..." I don't think I'm cut out for this good guy job, it's too hard and I'm always screwing something up.

"If you need me, I'll be at my desk..." I turned and walked out of the office, hoping to hide at my desk and sulk. "This good guy stuff is hard!"

[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.'"

She's a natural blond isn't she? I know there have to be brains in there. No wait, she doesn't actually *need* to breath these days does she? One would think the one brain cell she used for that while alive would be put to better use now.

Sighing, I glared at her and then looked over at the papers on my desk she pointed out. Wait, just a moment ago she was amended I go home. Or she’d hump me up against some wall, either way she wanted me to relax. And now she prepared everything for today? The girl is seriously confusing!

Rubbing a hand over my forehead, I sighed. Didn't seem to help much, but I did make me realize why I'd hired her as Angel's Assistant. She does actually know what she's doing. I've very little doubt those papers are in order. Now if only she could be this clever and efficient when it comes to the rest of the world.

Shaking my head, I picked up the papers and riffled through them. Until I reached a memo, which said, that Angel was supposed to have an appointment today with an Andre Bruns. The name sounded vaguely familiar, I couldn't place it though. It was marked extra important and there was very little doubt it had been rescheduled. But there was no Angel. Bugger.

Walking out the office toward Harmony's desk, I read through the files and frowned. "Harmony? Who's Andre Bruns and why is he having an meeting with Angel marked 'important and confidential'?"

[_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!

Whatever, hopefully he'll fall back asleep in his stuffy office and forget everything that happened. How could I be that stupid and foolish? Ugh.

I’m just going to chalk it up to me not being the same since Cordy died. God I miss her, sometimes more then I’d admit to anyone. I mean they’d think we were like lesbians or something, ICK, no! Yeah, I loved Cordy but she was like a sister to me. I am so not into those incest scenes…no matter how much money they offered to pay me to kiss someone and call them ‘daddy’.

Ewww.

I tossed my hair over my shoulder and had all of the phone calls incoming from any outside line transferred over to someone else while I picked up the phone and called someone who I knew would understand. I mean she always did - never as good as Cordy - but until I was able to get Angel to give me access to that special room that can bring in the dead, I was stuck with her.

“Hello? Cleo? I’m having such a bad day, I don’t know what’s going on…what is going on?” I leaned back in my chair and sighed, listening to her talk before cutting her off and going into my new problems.

Wes came in to the hall and I quickly hung up on Miss Cleo - who I was whining to about being a good vampire without a soul and all, I don't think people get just how hard it is. I always have to try to prove myself twice as hard as anyone else.

Tilting my head to the side I looked at him and smiled, it quickly faded into confusion. "Andre Bruns? Ummm..." Think Harm, think! Andre...Andre...

I stood and looked at the paper Wes had in his hand. “Ohhh! Andre Bruns.” I leaned back over my desk and started to pull up a few papers from the pile I had for him before. “It’s not with Angel anymore, it’s with you. He needs some spells and potions done and you’re the best we got.” I gave him a bright smile, trying to forget everything that’d gone on before, but the ache in my gut wouldn’t let me.

“Wes…” I gave him a sheepish look. “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean…It won’t…I messed up…” I sat back down in my chair and my foot nudged the box under it. A smile crossed my lips and I pulled it out, setting it in front of Wes and grinning. “Here, I got you something.” He gave me a look and I held up my hands and shook my head. “No, nothing like that silly! I ordered this before…well before that stupid stunt and I thought it might make you smile. Hell only knows you don’t do that enough.”

There was a noise in the copy room and I sighed. “Gotta go bossy, if you need me just holler.” I picked up a pair of scissors and headed for the copy room, half way there I paused and turned back to him. “I still think you should go home and sleep, this place so won’t fall apart if you’re gone.” Turning back on my heel I headed into the copy room. “Oh Mort, I don’t get you.” How on earth does he always get his tie stuck?

[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.

I frowned when she actually needed to get up to look at the small note I held. The one she had written her bloody self. My eyebrow rose when she skipped over to her desk again to riffle through an assortment of papers. Rolling my eyes, I sighed and looked up at the ceiling. Nope, still no deity coming down to safe me. Bugger them; I'll do it myself.

Finally she found it, and I grabbed a pen, started at the little unicorn on top perplexed for a moment before shrugging and jotting down some notes. "He has a meeting with me today. Of which I wasn't informed, and yet you want me to go home?" I gave her another pointed look while sliding the pen back into my breast pocket.

"Right well," I started, getting ready to prepare for this meeting. Except, Harmony still had something on her mind apparently. "Yes?" She started to stammer and stutter and my eyebrows climbed higher and higher.

"For gods sake, Harmony. Spill it...-- What is that?" I blinked at the box she shoved toward me. My head jerked up and I narrowed my eyes, giving her a suspicious look. Nothing like that. Just like 'nothing' happened in my office. What does she mean I don't smile enough? Of course there is so much to smile about lately isn't there?

"Look, Harmony," I sighed, and then looked up startled as she bounced off toward the copy room. What the hell? Scratching my head, I stared at the box again, before lifting up a dangerous looking letter opener. Should we even allow Harmony to use this? Carefully leaning back, I poked the box with the letter opener, ready to flee is needed.

[_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.

Plus there's nothing as pretty as me around here, someone has to keep Blondie Bear's attention. I mean when he's not trying his hardest to get under Angel's skin, which I think works quiet tell. He gets the same look with me that he has with Spike...hmmm, I wonder...

I headed back to my desk, fully ready to wash that damn icky stuff off my hands. I mean like ewww, gross! Ugh. I saw that Wesley was gone from my desk but I didn't see any remains of the package.

Ok, rude much? Hmph! Did he like think it was gonna bite him or something? Probably I guess, who knows with any of these men around here anymore. I mean all I did was call up over the pond - on the company phone of course! - and get some things I thought he'd like...

Whatever, this being good and nice thing seems to be more of a pain then anything. I can't get a handle on it. Damnit! Where's that handbook?

Sitting at my desk I started answering a few phone calls after I cleaned off that nasty stuff from Mort. Icky, gross! It was way too quiet around here in the office so I turned my little radio on - low because hell knows I don't want to have anyone come out and complain - and started bopping around as I post-it flagged all the places for Angel to sign tomorrow. I'm so glad these flags come in pink! It's so pretty!

I got up from my desk and headed to Angel's office to leave it on his desk along with a note marked important. I hope he's not colorblind or anything, I mean he should be able to notice the different colors for the signatures, some need blood and some need ink...

[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.

Just as I don't really trust this box. Not to mention that Harmony gave it to me. She'd gotten me something because....what? I'm not entirely certain about that. But....I don't trust the box. What it boils down to is that I don't trust Harmony. Especially not after that little display in my office. Though, I have to admit that he apology took me rather by surprise. I've no idea what to do with that girl. Or why she keeps popping up wherever I go, showing up in my office, demanding I get some sleep.

Giving me boxes.

Normal, in brown paper packed boxes.

I don't trust the box. Narrowing my eyes at it, I finally picked the damn thing up carefully and strode toward the lift. I'll have Fred take a look at it. Not that I really want to go there. Because that idiot is no doubt going to be there as well. His paws all over Fred, little touch here, little touch there. Is it really bad to wish there's bomb in this box and it'll go off in front of Knox's face?

I don't trust this box.

[_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...

Over an hour later and almost more than half the book - not to mention people laughing at me - I gave up. Slamming the book shut and putting my head on the desk for a moment before looking up and grunting. Why does nobody take me seriously here? This is important, it's like an emergency and stuff. I bet if Angel called they'd have a swat out here in a heartbeat.

I wasn't giving into the idea that the pen was gone.

"Ohgodohgodohgodohgod." I could feel the tears running down my face as I searched around in open sight, hoping I could find it somewhere. Wiping my eyes on my sleeve I saw the faint smudge of black that ran across my pink Channel suit. "Damnit!" Now my make-ups ruined and I'm going to look a damn mess. I can't even look in the mirror to fix myself; ugh! Let alone take care of those puffy crying eyes.

Sniffling I started throwing things off my desk, not caring where it landed, hoping it was stuck to a paper or something. "C'mon!"

[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?

I'm getting a headache. Harmony's suggestion of going home is starting to sound better and better. I could crawl into bed and not come out for the next decade or so.wouldn't that be wonderful. If only there wasn't so much work to do around here. And with the way these two here are going they're more busy with making googly eyes at each other then anything else.

"Sign here," Knox's no nonsene voice come and I blink at him.

"Pardon? Sign what?" Putting the box back down, I give him a confused look which turns into another glare as he rolls his eyes.

"Here, this," he sais in a voice as though he's talking to a five year old. My glare grows worse and I'm rather satisfied to see he's taking another step back. Good. Git. Next time maybe I should swing my guns around and look a little loony. Then again, Fred might not be finding that very funny. She's already heaving sighs as though they're coming out of her toes.

"For explaining why we used these here things," he mumbles, waving his hand at the equipment they've used.

Oh. Ah. Sighing, I reach into my poket to get my pen out and sign the form...s. It's not until I hear Fred giggle that I look up and give her a confused look. Knox apparently is also amused. Well, I'm *so* glad to be the entertainment around here. No, really. "Something amusing?"

Fred tried to compose herself. "Cute pen, Wes." She giggled again, pointing at my hand.

Frowning, I look at the pen. Unicorn? Great. Why not go around playing with tiny little smurfs as well. They already seem to think you're five. "Must've gotten it from Hamony's desk," I mutter. I'm half tempted to just toss it in the bin, but for some reason I put it back in my pocket again. "Well, I'll be on my way again then. Thank you..."

"No problem," Knox waves me off.

"....Fred." Growling, I give him a final glare before turning around on the balls of my feet and stalking off. Git. Good lord, what does she see in him? Sighing, I make my way up to the office to get a better look at the contents of this mystery box. Though, not so much of a mystery anymore. Why the hell it takes me forty five minutes to make it there I'll never know. I keep getting stopped by people who have questions now that the boss isn't around and can they ask me. By the time I'm finally on my floor, I'm thoroughly frustrated.

Stomping out of the lift, I open my mouth only to snap it shut at the sight of Harmony, crying at her desk. Huh? "Uhm, Harmony? What's wrong?"

[_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.

By the time I got to the last drawer I shoved it against the wall, hearing the metal crack from the force. Oops.

Someone touched my arm and I whirled around. "Did you take it?!" It was only Wes and I sighed, shaking my head and running my hand through my hair. "Oh, hey Wes. Sorry about the little explosion...I kinda lost something like really important to me...I can't seem to find it..." I bit my lip and sighed, leaning back in my chair and wiping my eyes gently and trying not to smudge more of my make-up. I've been telling him to go all day and I'll be the one leaving the office so quick.

Taking a deep breath I stood up and fixed my suit, trying to compose myself even as the tears kept rolling down my face. "Is there something you needed boss?" I sniffled and it sounded so damn pathetic to even my own ears.

[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.

Slumping in the chair I started picking at the edges of my skirt, trying to get my barings. "I've looked, everywhere. I even tried all of Angel's resources. The mystic's laughed at me and it's like nobody takes me seriously...this was important to me Wes and I...I can't find it. I can't not have it..."

My voice dropped and I hated this, I hated acting like this and I hated being like this in front of someone even more. All that crap with Spike broke me enough to hope that I'd never end up crying again. Yet here I am.

"I-It's just gone...I can't, I can't get it back and I h-have to realize that it's gone...just like she is..."

[watcher_pryce]

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