Wolfram & Hart was averagely busy for a rather unremarkable morning. No huge crisis had descended upon Los Angeles in the middle of the night. No important clients were caugt accidentally in some scrupulous act that found the authorities dogging them. In fact, it had certainly been at least twenty-four hours since any unwanted demons had appeared in the city. Humans, demons, and undead alike bustled up and down the stairs, through doors, and in and out of offices. Most of the people in the intimidating building wore suits, but a few of them wore the traditional clothes of their dimension
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Buffy heard an oddly familiar voice. One she had not heard in who knew how long. She turned toward the direction the voice came from to see Cordelia, dressed very fashionably and professionally. She glanced down at her own pathetic attire, feeling almost ashamed of her skinny jeans and lacy white button-up shirt. She bit her lip nervously as she glanced around the place. A few demons seemed to be taking more notice of her since Cordelia had called out her name. S
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Cordelia was incredibly relieved to find she wasn't just confusing memories or a vision with reality and showed on her face. Her lips spread into a broad smile and she confidentally pushed through the crowd of people so they didn't have to yell too much. All Buffy's stammering was actually eerily familiar, since she certainly felt the same way when she awoke and found everyone she knew employed by Wolfram & Hart.
"Haha, don't worry. I hate it too," she said lowly, gesturing around. At heart Cordelia was certain that they were working ultimately for good, but the law firm just made her feel incredibly uncomfortable a lot.
"So ah... what are you doing here? Last anyone had heard, you were in Italy? I think." The woman frowned as she seemed to mull over what she had said a moment. "Well anyway, long time no see and all that! You probably don't want to hash out life and business after just getting here."
"Hate it? Well, what is here?" Buffy asked generally curious as she surveyed the crowded room once more. She assumed it was probably a lawfirm considering the conversations she was overhearing, but at the same time, why the hell were there demons and vampires everywhere?
She nodded to Cordelia's statement, "Oh, Italy, right. Well, I got Dawn all settled in there and some of the other newbie slayers, but I..." she trailed off. She didn't really have a good excuse for leaving Italy. "It was a little boring. I guess Colesseums aren't really my thing," she shrugged her shoulders slightly.
She glanced around slightly, searching for the one non-human face she wanted to see. Not that seeing Cordelia wasn't a relief in all of this insanity, but she had a purpose for coming here. "And actually, I came to talk to Angel about some cookie-related things," she knew her statement made no sense to anyone but herself or Angel, but that was the only way she knew how to put it.
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"Haha, don't worry. I hate it too," she said lowly, gesturing around. At heart Cordelia was certain that they were working ultimately for good, but the law firm just made her feel incredibly uncomfortable a lot.
"So ah... what are you doing here? Last anyone had heard, you were in Italy? I think." The woman frowned as she seemed to mull over what she had said a moment. "Well anyway, long time no see and all that! You probably don't want to hash out life and business after just getting here."
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She nodded to Cordelia's statement, "Oh, Italy, right. Well, I got Dawn all settled in there and some of the other newbie slayers, but I..." she trailed off. She didn't really have a good excuse for leaving Italy. "It was a little boring. I guess Colesseums aren't really my thing," she shrugged her shoulders slightly.
She glanced around slightly, searching for the one non-human face she wanted to see. Not that seeing Cordelia wasn't a relief in all of this insanity, but she had a purpose for coming here. "And actually, I came to talk to Angel about some cookie-related things," she knew her statement made no sense to anyone but herself or Angel, but that was the only way she knew how to put it.
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