Party time ( Read more... )

When: Three Thirty-Seven in the afternoon ( Read more... )

The day didn't start out good, and it didn't end well, either. By the time I left Wolfram and Hart, I was stomping and glaring and just acting generally irritated, which I was. LA traffic sucked as usual, and I vented through road rage, speeding and running stop signs. It was a miracle I wasn't pulled over ( Read more... )

Ding! The Elevator doors opened onto the executive lobby of Wolfram and Hart ( Read more... )