The meeting is over. Angel made his decision, the idiot.

I've alerted the Partners, and they're allowing me to remain here until they summon me for a very long debriefing. I've decided that I'm going to spend this time over at Wes's, with a large bottle of rum. Don't bother contacting me- for the first time in twelve years, I'm turning the cell ( Read more... )

Well, today's the final day. Time's up, gang, but before we go, I've still got some things to say.

( The Truth About the Right Thing )

I'm not going to mince words, it's not my style, and it won't do anything. After many hours of research, involving every department available, we found that if the S'opi S'alz continues on the rack it's on, there is nothing anyone can do to stop it. We did find, however, two loopholes to the entire thing. Neither of the options are great, but one ( Read more... )

You know, I'm actually finding this whole thing slightly amusing. The Good and Plentys may have finally met their match- I mean, when something like the Prevost turns on it's tail and tells you you're royally fucked- and not in the fun way- well... I have to say, it makes me feel all warm inside. Except for that "Everyone's Going to Die" part. ( Read more... )

I'm going to Canada. To the fucking middle of nowhere Canada. Today. And something tells me that no, I won't get to find some incredibly hot Mountie to fuck or dress Wes up like oneI'm not being paid enough for this. This wasn't in the god-damned contract. I don't do snow. I don't like snow. And I'm charging my new mink jacket to the company ( Read more... )

Had a very successful day- spent most of it in bed with Wesley, as I like it. However, since Morrigan and I are meeting here for drinks tonight, I figured it would be best if I sent him into the office to research, with instructions to return back here in a certain amount of time, and if not, I'll go there and remind him of why he wants to be here ( Read more... )

You know, two-day long stays at the Home Office aren't fun. Well, they are in the way that you come back feeling all tingly and refreshed, and with a renewed sense of purpose- oh, no, wait, that last one was due to that long meeting with the Senior Partners about getting back on track and reminding you what failure would cost. It's not like they ( Read more... )

Cordelia had a prophecy about some sort of Big Bad. Whoopdee doo. I'm sure the Good and Plenty's will nilch it in no time. In the meantime, I'll be out of the office for the afternoon- meeting with the Home Office, and then I'm going to drop by Wes's office and try to help him out ( Read more... )

You know what's a bitch? Incredibly drunk and depressed boyfriends who appear in your living room in a slightly suicidal state.

Yes, I found Wes. In quite such a state, I must admit. Came home after searching every bar in the city to find him right there, with a knife, talking about that bitch Justine (note to self: When I run into her next, ( Read more... )

Well. Wes seems to be past not picking up the phone, and downright avoiding everyone. I'm a little beyond worried, since I can't imagine he's had the greatest past couple of days. I've dropped my theory about this being about our fight- if it was just about that, he would have at least come back for incredible make-up sex, but I'm starting to think ( Read more... )