What to do...
Means we give. You win. We're moving out. The Senior Partners are ceding this territory to you, and to prove it, they want to give you controlling interest in our L.A. Office. You get the building, assets, personnel, letterhead, paper clips, all of it. It's yours to do with as you see fit.
None of this sat right with Wesley.
After spending some time trying to help track down Cordelia and Connor, he had gone back to his flat to try to get some sleep and mull over the offer Lilah had made them. Wolfram and Hart. They were being offered Wolfram and Hart - or at least the L.A. branch - to do with as they saw fit. They would be in control; they wouldn't have to worry about the Partners getting in their way. It seemed too good to be true.
And it probably was.
Sighing, he rolled up to sit at the edge of the bed and looked at the clock. He didn't know what the others thought about this - they hadn't actually talked about it. However, there was only one person whose thoughts he really cared about in all this.
He just hoped she was awake. They hadn't had a chance to talk like they had planned...it seemed like eons ago now.
Getting up for the bed, he got dressed and ran his fingers through his hair before heading out to the Hyperion. It didn't take him long to get there. The promised limosine hadn't shown up yet, so he parked the car and used his key to get into the hotel. After everything that had happened, the whole place seemed unnaturally quiet. He stood at the bottom of the steps for a moment, casting a glance outside for a moment before heading upstairs.
When he reached her room, he knocked softly on the door. "Fred? Fred, are you awake? It's me. I...I'm sorry if you were sleeping, but I was hoping we could talk."