Another Shade Of Lack Of Comfort

[mixed_berry]

Well, the lack of conversation with Xander was a shade of uncomfortableness and now I was moving on to another thing that I was less than excited to do. See Angel. CheckI couldn't help but be surprised at the new local for him. A notoriously evil law firm? It didn't seem like his style really. But we live in two different worlds now. We have for a

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[loaded_gunn_]

I stood in the hall, pushing the button for the elevator. You'd think for such a high-and-mighty lawfirm, they'd have more than just two elevators, right?

I waited for the doors to open, watching the lights on the one elevators go down from below me, and the other coming up... I sighed. Of course; I would have to go up before I could go down... whatever.

The doors to the elevator opened, and I got in, glancing at the only other person in the elevator. A small, slim blonde woman... I nodded to her, as the doors slid shut. Reaching over, I pushed the button for the lobby, then noticed the other button that was lit. The button for the thirteenth floor. Angel's floor.

And no, the irony of the 13th floor for Angel's office hadn't escaped anyone's notice.

"Hey," I said, looking at the woman. "I don't think I've seen you here before... which department do you work in again?"

[mixed_berry]

"Hey, I don't think I've seen you here before... which department do you work in again?"

I glance up to the man at the question, tugging gently at my shirt to straighten it out.

"I don't actually work here," I told him, "I was told I could see Angel?" Who knew it would be so hard to get to see him? Then again, he wasn't a CEO last time.

[loaded_gunn_]

"You don't?" I asked, then listened as she continued. "Oh, Angel. Yeah, he's always busy... why do you need to see him?" I asked, confused. I knew I didn't know everyone that Angel knew, but I would know if he'd had a meeting today or not...

Usually anyway.

"I'm Charles Gunn, by the way... and you are?"

[mixed_berry]

Guess that was the big question: why are you seeing Angel?

"I'm Buffy Summers." I tell him, "Angel and I sort of know each other from way back." Old friends? Not really. I remembered what Spike said that one time. You'll never be friends.

[loaded_gunn_]

I shrugged Wesley's concern off, and offered, "Maybe he just reminded ya of someone you saw on TV or a commercial, Wes. I mean, it is LA..."

"And how would we find a way? I mean, aside from locking them all up and starving the truth out of them... I don't think there's a way to ever completely know." I glanced at Wesley, then glanced up as my door opened, and a young intern peeked in. "Yeah?"

"Um, there's a package for you..." she said, looking shy and intimidated.

"I'll get it later," I said, and she vanished. I glanced back at Wesley, and sighed. "Never a moment of peace around here, huh?"

[mixed_berry]

"More than likely," I agreed with Gunn about Connor. The boy was probably nothing.

"As for the truth, perhaps a spell? A truth spell?" I offered, "Though that seems like it might backfire somehow." My forehead crinkled in discontent.

[loaded_gunn_]

"Yeah," I said, and smiled slightly. "I mean, not like we've ever had the best of luck with spells around here, right?" I nodded slightly, then sobered.

"I don't know. We can't trust anyone around here," I said bluntly. "Tell 'em what they need to know, nothing more, and... hopefully that will be enough," I said softly. We could hope... and deal with whatever came as is it did.

[wyndampryce]

"I don't think that'll be enough. We're running a company now. We need to be able to trust some people and not put it all on ourselves." I replied, pointedly.

"I truly think it is needed." I sighed. It was practically impossible, what I was asking. How could we trust people around here?