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Dawn Summers, Personal Assistant.
Chapter One – Wanted: One Assistant.
Dawn sat, twisting her fingers onto knots and trying not to look as if she had a bad case of stage fright.
Giles peered at her over her CV.
"A summer job?" He asked.
Dawn untangled her fingers and nodded. "Something that doesn't involve Buffy or people telling me I'm some kind of linguistically inclined prodigy, if possible."
Giles glanced at Dawn, at her CV, then back at Dawn. "I might… have something that may interest you."
"Really?" She sounded surprised.
"Of course," Giles gave a slight frown, "You may not want the job."
"Does it involve Andrew's Star Wars inspired soups?"
Giles hid a smile. "No."
"Her Royal Highness Princess Pain In The Ass Kennedy?"
"Unlikely."
"And I would be…?"
"Taking messages, delivering and picking up items, watering plants."
"Like a personal assistant?"
Giles grinned. "Exactly."
Dawn narrowed her eye in suspicion. "What's the catch?"
"Catch?" Giles place two nondescript black notebooks on the desk, "Extensive travel, hazard pay, almost unlimited expense account-"
"Hazard Pay!?" Dawn went pale, "You want me to work for Xander?!"
"I was hoping you wouldn't notice that until later." Giles sighed ruefully, tapping his fingers against the notebooks.
Dawn's gaze followed his fingers, suddenly curious. "What are those?"
Giles patted the books, apparently oblivious to her curiosity. "These?"
"Yes Giles. Those."
"Xander's Address book and his schedule," Giles smiled smugly, "Everything you need to know about what Xander does is in these books."
"Everything?" Dawn eyed Giles suspiciously. "How much Hazard Pay are we talking about?"
Giles, Rupert (G-Man, Ripper) – London, England.
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To be continued…
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