My earlier assumption of needing to have my defenses drawn was apparently right. I don't even know if I can trust my friends while they work in this office, trusting someone who looks like they could give Lilah a run for her money would be downright stupid.
She tells me she oversees all visitors and employees in this office and I smile with not a hint of warmth, "Oh, so you work for Wesley?"
I think that pisses her off a little bit. She probably wasn't one of the greatest advocates of Angel Investigations getting hold of the reigns of Evil Law Firm Extraordinaire to begin with - the fact that I'm on a first name basis with bossman himself must really set her teeth on edge.
She's polite when she speaks again, sure, but I have visions (not actual visions, just thoughts I guess) of me levelling a crossbow at her throat and not feeling the slightest bit remorse.
"Thanks, but I stopped needing an escort when I was about 13," I tell her with a saccharine-sweet-would-totally-kill-her-if-she-were-diabetic smile, "Wesley told me wait around. He didn't exactly specify where and I'm sure he would have told me if there were any place that was off limits so if you don't mind..."
I turn and walk away. Funny, but that last part about Wesley was a lie. If he'd turned round and said to me that some place was off limits, that's probably the place I would have headed first - I hate that he knows me so well sometimes.
She tells me she oversees all visitors and employees in this office and I smile with not a hint of warmth, "Oh, so you work for Wesley?"
I think that pisses her off a little bit. She probably wasn't one of the greatest advocates of Angel Investigations getting hold of the reigns of Evil Law Firm Extraordinaire to begin with - the fact that I'm on a first name basis with bossman himself must really set her teeth on edge.
She's polite when she speaks again, sure, but I have visions (not actual visions, just thoughts I guess) of me levelling a crossbow at her throat and not feeling the slightest bit remorse.
"Thanks, but I stopped needing an escort when I was about 13," I tell her with a saccharine-sweet-would-totally-kill-her-if-she-were-diabetic smile, "Wesley told me wait around. He didn't exactly specify where and I'm sure he would have told me if there were any place that was off limits so if you don't mind..."
I turn and walk away. Funny, but that last part about Wesley was a lie. If he'd turned round and said to me that some place was off limits, that's probably the place I would have headed first - I hate that he knows me so well sometimes.
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