I'm a working girl now....
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.
( Dis-Harmony )
( Dis-Harmony )
"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!"
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"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?"
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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.
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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."
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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..."
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