fandomtownies | Wolfram and Hart, Friday Afternoon

Lilah was on the floor, surrounded by paper, open books, reference indeces, and a lone brownie she'd bought earlier that day.

She took a bite of the brownie, then went back to work, only to find that one of her stacks of paper was written in some demonic language she didn't know.

Muttering, she got up and made a call:

"I'd like to register a complaint."

"No, this isn't what I ordered."

"I don't care if it's more expensive. Did you see who's paying the bill?"

"You lazy piece of...yes, it's more work to do things that require actual thinking. I'm sorry for assuming you were capable of that. Is there a monkey there to whom I could speak?"

"Well, if you're just not interested in your reputation in this community, I'd be happy to take all of Wolfram and Hart's business elsewhere."

"Three o'clock, no later. And use the good ink. The stuff you used on this one comes off on my suit."

*click*

Satisfied, she set the bad translation aside, sat back down on the floor, and took another bite of brownie.