|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))
Well someone's awfully touchy about my calling them by their first name. I smirked back at him. "Of course Mr. Giles" A small shiver ran down my spine,as he informed me I didn't have his permission. If I didn't know any better I'd swear Wes got lessons in being cold and emotionally detatched from him. It's actually kind of a turn on.
I let out a small laugh,when he explained why he was here. "You want me to help you with a demon? I don't help the good guys. Well not unless there's something in it for me. And even then it has to be well worth my time"
I turned back to my computer,and continued typing up the reports I'd started.
I sigh, annoyed. I address her as I would a petulant child.
"I did not ask for help now, did I? I'm hiring your firm, in a special project. You were head of the special projects department at your old firm. Should I be in someone else's office?" I ask, half turning to leave.
I'm sure that the senior partners would not be impressed with her attitude if he refused to work with me.
I sighed in annoyance. "Fine have a seat. Now what can I do for you?" I asked him,while keeping my business like tone. I know the Partners are always trying to get Watchers,especially highly respected ones like Rupert Giles on our side.
I closed my reports folder and shut off my computer,and looked directly at him. I'd play nice for now.
I lay out my story.
"We have reports of a skilosh settlement in the area of the Eilean Donan castle. As you probably know, we have a training facility there. As I happen to know, you have facilities on the nearby Isle of Skye. I'd venture a guess that our interests coincide on this matter. Am I wrong?"
No one likes the skilosh. And Wolfram and Hart use the Isle of Syke to schmooze their more sensitive clients.
I watch her, wondering if she chooses to take personal charge of the situation or she just puts together a removal squad. I lean toward the first choice, since the skilosh have a strong clan loyalty, and they'll fight to the last if they're insulted. I'm counting on Ms Morgan to use her diplomatic skills to persuade the skilosh to relocate. Preferably, to another dimension.
I leaned back in my chair and listened to him,as he explained his situation. He has a point, the firm does have a vested interest in the Isle. "You're not wrong, we do have an interest in keeping the Isle free of the Skilosh demons."
I thought over how exactly to handle this situation. I'd have to make a few calls. And see what the Senior Partners wanted to do about this. I jotted down the important specifics of what he'd said.
"I can make some calls and we can hopefully have them moved to another location. Possibly another demension all together." I smiled as I put my pen back down. "Was there anything else you wanted to discuss besides the Skilsh problem?"
"Nothing else comes to mind," I answer. "I'll be waiting to hear from you. And, in the interest of our new official cooperation, I hope that the bill won't be outrageous."
I stand up, trying to catch the glimpse of a reaction. Did she get the hint? That I can be influenced through financial means. In any case, all I can do now is wait and see. I played my card. Hope I wasn't too subtle.
"If your reputation is well deserved, I'm sure that this situation will be resoved as soon and as cleanly as possible. Always a pleasure to see you, Lilah," I say. And I mean it.
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.