Wolfram and Hart Offices

[lilah-esq.livejournal.com]

*hangs up the phone* Good, a potential client.

*Looks around, sees mostly empty office and bare walls* Hmmm...need to do some hiring...and some redecorating...

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[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus pulled his coat down from over his head as he stepped into the entrance of the office building. He patted himself down, smoothing out any errant clothing wrinkles, then looked around for someone who looked like a receptionist.

[lilah-esq.livejournal.com]

Angelus? *extending hand* Such a pleasure to meet you. Please forgive our lack of receptionist. It's so hard to find competent virgins these days, you know?

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Or, you know, actual ones," Angelus took her hand. He gave a long, thoughtful look to her ass assets legs rack professional demeanor and said, "you're hired."

[lilah-esq.livejournal.com]

Lilah made a note on her PalmPilot to see about opening a virgin import company. "Wonderful. What can I do to for you today? I'd offer you a glass of blood, but we're still waiting for our first shipment."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"I'll try not to hold that against you," Angelus finally tore his eyes off of her to get a look at the place. "In the meanwhile: coffee. And let's talk what you can do for me. I have a feeling I'm going to need skilled legal representation."

[lilah-esq.livejournal.com]

Lilah smirked. "I bet."

She got him a cup of coffee, vowing to hire a new receptionist before the day was over. Angelus might be a client, but fetching and carrying wasn't part of her professional job description.

She directed him down the hall towards her hovel broom closet office, admiring his ass as she followed behind him.

She closed the door behind her and pointed him towards a leather chair in front of her desk, then took a seat in the chair behind the desk, crossing her legs as she pulled a legal pad and pen out of a desk drawer. She licked her lips. "Now, how may I be of service?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus sat down in a comfortable sprawl, his body at a diagonal to the natural line of the chair as he let one leg stretch out in front of him, the other rest over the side of the overstuffed arm rest.

"Oh I'll tell you how you can service me."

"Where to even begin?" he asked. "Death threats, unfair persecution, and my rights as an undead-American are definitely being trampled on."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Understood," Angelus leaned to the side, resting his chin against his hand. "I should probably warn you about the bake sale then."

[lilah-esq.livejournal.com]

Lilah laughs. "A bake sale?" She pulls a stack of business cards from the holder on her desk and hands it to him. "For your friends."

Lilah put the pad back in her desk and was, for once, thankful that there were no windows in her office through which people could potentially lipread. She also took the phone off the hook.

"Give me the big picture, but not any details that I might have to report to the authorities because they include threats of imminent harm. Not that either one of them could find their asses with both hands, a flashlight, and a revolving head, but you know what I mean."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus took the cards and slipped them into an inside coat pocket. He noticed her moves towards privacy. "You get spies around here? I've noticed that people do seem to be reading my mind lately, which is interesting since they can't."

[lilah-esq.livejournal.com]

"Honestly? I don't know if there are spies, but it never hurts to be careful. Is the mind reading anything I need to be concerned about, as your counsel?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Mind reading, no," Angelus said. "I'm a vampire. My thoughts don't reflect into other people. My aura, my future, those might be fair game. But I could be sitting here right now thinking how much I'd love you to hike up that pretty skirt and your best psychics would never know. Well - " he gave a feral grin " - not from looking at my mind."

[lilah-esq.livejournal.com]

Lilah stands and walks slowly around the desk. She sits down on the top, directly in front of Angelus, crossing her legs. Her skirt slides up as she dangles her right shoe from her toes.

"I believe you were going to tell me about the bake sale?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"I admire a girl who can take a hint," Angelus sat back for a better view. "And plans on that are still in the preliminary stages. There's one person I still need to talk to. But suffice it to say I wouldn't be surprised if this escapade leads to another misunderstanding that could prove dusty or soulful for me. I'd rather plan ahead."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

He sat back in a comfortable sprawl. "Very nice. So where do we go from here? You be my beck and call girl for all things legal?"

[lilah-esq.livejournal.com]

"If the price is right. What can you do for me?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"And there's the kitten's claws," Angelus said, his tone merely observant, and not offended. "Let's hear it. What do you want out of the deal? Tell me it's a soul because I'll sign that contract right now."

[lilah-esq.livejournal.com]

Lilah smiles, amused. "What the hell would I do with your soul, Angelus? I'm not even using mine."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus snapped his fingers as though mourning a just-missed opportunity. "Oh well. There goes my hope of sticking my lesser half in a jar and leaving him there. Okay, hit me. What can my devlishly handsome self do for you?"

[lilah-esq.livejournal.com]

She shrugs. "You keep me connected to what's really going on around this town, help me keep the Senior Partners happy, and make sure your people know who to come to with their problems and we'll be okay for awhile ."

Lilah ponders for a minute. "Are you sure there's nothing that eat souls on that campus?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Hey, just got a job as a grief counselor down at the coronor's office," Angelus gave her a look, "I'll let you savor that irony for a moment. But if that and my usual charm doesn't help out with everything you need, I don't know what will. And there's some chick on campus who mentioned something about it, but I don't know the full story. Actually I'm meeting her after I'm done with you."

[lilah-esq.livejournal.com]

"You're such a sweetie. That whole school's just got the wrong idea about you."

Hands him a piece of paper. On it is written:


Wolfram and Hart is Now Hiring:

Legal Intern(s):
Must have flexible ethics working hours, no convictions (arrests okay), no outstanding curses that affect others in your direct physical vicinity, interest in pursuing future legal career and prior experience with interdimensional travel a plus.

Day Receptionist and occasional bloodletting:
Typing 70 wpm; Knowledge of Multi-line Phone System; Fluent in English; Dictation, Windows 2000, and MicroSoft Word a plus; Discretion and Virginity mandatory.

Please Contact Lilah Morgan if Interested.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"I'm a saint," he took the flyer from her. "Anybody comes calling, I'll send them to your inbox."

He gave her backside a light slap as he readied himself to go out. "See you later, doll."

[lilah-esq.livejournal.com]

She gave him the once-over (again) and kissed the bottom side of his jaw, then whispered in his ear. "You better believe it. Have fun in class."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Yes, ma'am," he winked at her and left.