[WaM] 026 - I Put in a call...
"Hey there Champ," Eve's voice intoned with that hint of talking down to him that he hated just a little too easily.
"Eve."
It was all he really needed to say to her after all. She'd been taken off of liaison duties after the first year, difference of opinions was his official stance on it, but she still oversaw a lot of the bigger clients. Now she was in contracts, and she seemed to actually excel at it. It was good though, considering the people he had working for him, and those he didn't want working for him having someone that knew how to step through the loops was good.
"So I put in a call to Gina over in Boston," she continued as she moved into his office. Her hands shifted a stack of papers atop themselves as she took a seat at the edge of his desk. He hated that. Sasha had the decency to sit on the couch at least, not like some desk decoration. His gaze steeled at her, narrowing a bit as he tried to keep things on the level without shoving her off the desk and to her feet.
Instead he stood up and moved toward the windows. He still couldn't get over that one, "Did you find her? The Ste- the Prescott girl?"
"Boy howdy, she's a regular trouble starter. Legal snags, the firm snatched her up, put her to work, gave her a handler...blah blah blah."
Angel nodded as his arms folded across his chest for the moment. The pause that she left hanging there is because he knows what she wants... she wants him to ask for what he actually already asked her for. It's a repetitive thing and he hates it. Why can't she just cut to the chase? Sasha does. She storms in tells him he was a moron for whatever his most recent fumble was and then tells him how she's going to fix it and that's that.
Eve pulls teeth.
Angel has teeth to spare, but he likes his teeth. He doesn't like little things pulling at them either.
Twisting around he meets her eyes again, wondering just how they can be so bright and cheery when she's delivering such crap news.
"Who was her handler?"
"Some off books guy... well at least he was. Head hunter of sorts, the firm liked him offered him a piece, but he never signed. Until the girl walked. She was under contract, Slayer plus Prison... you know how it is right? Faith didn't have that much of a choice except for you pulling strings right? She would've been lock and key too."
"Faith isn't up for discussion Eve, this Steed girl.. her handler took over her contract didn't he."
"Aces Champ."
Angel shook his head, "Did you get a copy of his contract? I want you to switch it over to our branch. He can still work out of Boston, but if he's on the payroll I want his check to be cut from our budget. He's got a Slayer and I owe them this much after Dana."
"Ouch, see this contract of his? Kinda tied up all nice and neat. They really got him by the teeth so to speak."
"Eve, I don't care. Transfer it over. Send them... what's his name... we have to have someone on our staff they still want. I don't care who it is."
"Sweetie, they only want you and I'm thinking you're not up for negotiations."
He nearly growled at her snide remark, but held it in letting it fester a bit beneath the surface. "Trade clients then, I still have a few that are in review and waiting, hand them off. I don't care. Just get me this guy... this... wait, what's his name?"
"Sebastian Cale, he's human."
"Eve? Put in another call."
"Eve."
It was all he really needed to say to her after all. She'd been taken off of liaison duties after the first year, difference of opinions was his official stance on it, but she still oversaw a lot of the bigger clients. Now she was in contracts, and she seemed to actually excel at it. It was good though, considering the people he had working for him, and those he didn't want working for him having someone that knew how to step through the loops was good.
"So I put in a call to Gina over in Boston," she continued as she moved into his office. Her hands shifted a stack of papers atop themselves as she took a seat at the edge of his desk. He hated that. Sasha had the decency to sit on the couch at least, not like some desk decoration. His gaze steeled at her, narrowing a bit as he tried to keep things on the level without shoving her off the desk and to her feet.
Instead he stood up and moved toward the windows. He still couldn't get over that one, "Did you find her? The Ste- the Prescott girl?"
"Boy howdy, she's a regular trouble starter. Legal snags, the firm snatched her up, put her to work, gave her a handler...blah blah blah."
Angel nodded as his arms folded across his chest for the moment. The pause that she left hanging there is because he knows what she wants... she wants him to ask for what he actually already asked her for. It's a repetitive thing and he hates it. Why can't she just cut to the chase? Sasha does. She storms in tells him he was a moron for whatever his most recent fumble was and then tells him how she's going to fix it and that's that.
Eve pulls teeth.
Angel has teeth to spare, but he likes his teeth. He doesn't like little things pulling at them either.
Twisting around he meets her eyes again, wondering just how they can be so bright and cheery when she's delivering such crap news.
"Who was her handler?"
"Some off books guy... well at least he was. Head hunter of sorts, the firm liked him offered him a piece, but he never signed. Until the girl walked. She was under contract, Slayer plus Prison... you know how it is right? Faith didn't have that much of a choice except for you pulling strings right? She would've been lock and key too."
"Faith isn't up for discussion Eve, this Steed girl.. her handler took over her contract didn't he."
"Aces Champ."
Angel shook his head, "Did you get a copy of his contract? I want you to switch it over to our branch. He can still work out of Boston, but if he's on the payroll I want his check to be cut from our budget. He's got a Slayer and I owe them this much after Dana."
"Ouch, see this contract of his? Kinda tied up all nice and neat. They really got him by the teeth so to speak."
"Eve, I don't care. Transfer it over. Send them... what's his name... we have to have someone on our staff they still want. I don't care who it is."
"Sweetie, they only want you and I'm thinking you're not up for negotiations."
He nearly growled at her snide remark, but held it in letting it fester a bit beneath the surface. "Trade clients then, I still have a few that are in review and waiting, hand them off. I don't care. Just get me this guy... this... wait, what's his name?"
"Sebastian Cale, he's human."
"Eve? Put in another call."