|Trying to hide
||[Aug. 27th, 2006|07:37 pm]
I'd spent the last week throwing myself into my work. The little free time I did allow myself,was spent in my apartment with my orange tabby and a bottle of the best red wine money could buy.
In the course of the week I'd finished off about four cases, and made three phone calls to Wes. I'd chickened out and hung up everytime. I just couldn't go through with it. I did however manage to find the time to return my mother's twenty phone calls.
She was doing alright according to the nurses. She wants me to come visit her. I told her I couldn't, because work was crazy and I wasn't living in Los Angeles anymore.
I decided to leave Rupert Giles the hell alone for a while. I had enough to worry about, with out adding more trouble to my life.
I was in my office finishing up my report for my last four cases. My assistant buzzed me on the intercom. 'Ms. Morgan there's man here to see you. He claims it's urgent that he speak with you right away.'
I sighed,looks like I'll be looking for a new assistant. Since this one clearly didn't understand the words do not interrupt me for anything. I hit the intercom button on my phone.
"Tell him to make an appointment like everyone else I'm busy" I clicked the button off and went back to typing up my reports.
((Open to Giles))
I stood up,and walked around to the front of my desk. "I'll call you as soon as the problem is taken care of." I smiled and walked over to the door. "It was a pleasure doing busniess with you, Mr. Giles."
I opened my office door. "We'll be in touch" I waited until he walked out,then shut the door. After he was gone, I went back to my desk and started making calls.
"We'll be in touch."
I can only hope so, Lilah, I think leaving.
I stop be her assistant's desk. She's an atractive young woman. She reminds me of Tara. I try to keep the sudden sorrow from showing when I approach her desk.
I think she's been crying. She looks up at me and gives me the ghost of a professional smile. I put a hand on her shoulder, and give her a warm look.
"There's more to life than the job," I tell her.
I wish I could tell her that if Lilah fired her, it would actually do her a favor. I can't say that though. So I just leave her my card.
"If you ever need to talk to someone, give me a call."
It's a risky move, but one I'm compelled to make. On one hand, I feel sorry for the girl. I can deal with, maybe even enjoy, Lilah's cold attitude, but I can see why she wouldn't be able to. On the other hand, I can always use a more or less trustworthy source inside Wolfram and Hart.
I get out of the building, wondering how I can drop Wesley's name in my next conversation with Lilah. Something about the way she talked about Watchers... I have to know more.