My evening with Dawn had been instructive, I reflected, and although Dawn had not proved as amenable as I had anticipated, I had high hopes for her. Yes
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The phone call that I got woke me up way too fucking early. It was like nine in the morning, come on. But when I saw 'Wolfram and Hart' on the caller ID, well, I had to pick up. They were the ones paying the bills, after all, and passing out the fun little jobs for me to do. What a girl won't do for a nice pad and a bit of money.
"Lindsey, what?" I groaned into the reciever. But the voice on the other end wasn't Lindsey's. It was some whiny bitch I vaguely recognized as his secretary.
"It's not Mr. Macdonald, Ms. Lehane," she practically whispered. Over her voice, I could hear distant shouts, shrieks. What the hell?
"Yeah, well, what do you want? Do you know what time it is, for fuck's sake?" I was so not in the mood for this.
"Yes, Ms. Lehane." Fuck, I hated it when people called me Miss anything. Faith is just fine, thanks. "It's Mr. Macdonald, Mr. Lehane
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I watched the people mill below me. Some simply wandered aimlessly through the snow, mouths agape, whilst others entered into the spirit of things, throwing snowballs, pushing smaller people into snowdrifts, and so on. All quite amusing.
Then a girl walked in, crackling with energy and bad humour. I liked her.
"What the fuck is this all about?" she said, waving a folder at me. I tutted
( ... )
What the hell? I snatch the folder back from the weirdo, glaring. Who does he think he is? More importantly, what is he and what did he do to the city?
"What are you, some kind of demon?" I narrow my eyes at him. Demons are easy. Not as easy as vampires, but I can take 'em. If he's a demon, he's a whole new kind. This is why Watchers are useful. 'Course, then they go and try to run your life and everything you do and shit, so really, it's not worth it. But still, sometimes it's nice to have someone to tell you what you're up against. That's why I like the W&H. They lay it out real simple.
And pay real well.
Of course I'm in it for the money, are you surprised?
I could stand here asking him how the hell he knows my name, about the W&H and how I feel about being their new head honcho, but I don't really wanna. I could beat it out of him... but for some reason, I don't wanna do that either. I don't wanna deal with anything right now. A bubble bath would be good... or another go 'round with Spike.
Winter-freaking-wonderland. Everyone thought the woman was crazy when she started babbling on about how whole buildings had vanished, and snow abounded all around.. everyone but me. I had first-hand knowledge of what crazy people are like, and she was definitely believing every word she was saying. So like a good little somewhat Investigatie-type person, I decided to look into it some more. The woman, Ann, demanded to take me there rather than describe it more.. so I decided to go along. Angel had mentioned trying to keep an eye out for Faith, but I had no idea where I would find her, and I could always start digging around after I figured this snow business out
( ... )
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"Lindsey, what?" I groaned into the reciever. But the voice on the other end wasn't Lindsey's. It was some whiny bitch I vaguely recognized as his secretary.
"It's not Mr. Macdonald, Ms. Lehane," she practically whispered. Over her voice, I could hear distant shouts, shrieks. What the hell?
"Yeah, well, what do you want? Do you know what time it is, for fuck's sake?" I was so not in the mood for this.
"Yes, Ms. Lehane." Fuck, I hated it when people called me Miss anything. Faith is just fine, thanks. "It's Mr. Macdonald, Mr. Lehane ( ... )
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Then a girl walked in, crackling with energy and bad humour. I liked her.
"What the fuck is this all about?" she said, waving a folder at me. I tutted ( ... )
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"What are you, some kind of demon?" I narrow my eyes at him. Demons are easy. Not as easy as vampires, but I can take 'em. If he's a demon, he's a whole new kind. This is why Watchers are useful. 'Course, then they go and try to run your life and everything you do and shit, so really, it's not worth it. But still, sometimes it's nice to have someone to tell you what you're up against. That's why I like the W&H. They lay it out real simple.
And pay real well.
Of course I'm in it for the money, are you surprised?
I could stand here asking him how the hell he knows my name, about the W&H and how I feel about being their new head honcho, but I don't really wanna. I could beat it out of him... but for some reason, I don't wanna do that either. I don't wanna deal with anything right now. A bubble bath would be good... or another go 'round with Spike.
Yeah, that sounds like fun.
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