Owen Burnette was the personal aid of one of the wealthiest and influential men on the planet, the fact that he was also one of the most powerful and well known Fey within three hundred dimensions was simply another point in his favor.
Walking through the ostentatious double door, he blinked slightly at his opponents.
On the far side of the board room table sat the three senior partners.
A slavering grey werewolf, a shaggy albino man with horns curling up out of his hair and a black skinned man with antlers.
Snorting at the theatrics Owen shrugged, set his briefcase on the table and poured himself a glass of water before he looked back at the law firm owners.
"Let me guess Peter, Billy and John?" Owen guessed as he pointed at the three demon lawyers respectively.
At their confused looks the masquerading Puck shook his head. "No one understands good humor these days." He muttered before taking his seat across from his foes.
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Three hours later Holland Manners stood in front of two huge doors. He'd had an appointment with the senior partners nearly two and a half hours ago and despite the hours of standing, Holland remained where he was because it was never a good idea to upset the senior partners. He looked up as the huge door finally ground open when the blond haired man stepped out and adjusted his tie.
Looking around at the shocked faces, Owen finally settled his eyes on Manners himself before letting loose a truly feral grin. "They shall see you now." He said before walking towards the elevator.
Holland stepped through the doors in a rush before actually dropping his briefcase in shock.
The three class two demonic entities that were the namesakes of the law firm sat huddled in a corner in tears.
Looking back through the door in shock, Holland Manners just managed to catch a glimpse of the blond man's grin before the elevator cut off his view of him.
Swallowing heavily Holland turned to his bosses as they started to issue incoherent sounds at him in a rapid fire manner.
Reaching for a pen Holland tried his best to keep up.
It was going to be a long day.
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Xander stood on Dominique's balcony and stared out the window at the glowing city with a smile. Dominique had agreed to the marriage, Xanatos agreed to be the best man and Owen had recently returned with a smug look that meant that David's stuffy assistant had either gotten laid (Unlikely, for several reasons, in Xander's opinion.) or his 'talk' with the Senior partners went better then expected.
Hearing a light rustle above him, Xander reached inside the balcony door and jerked the shotgun there up and into the face of the startled Gargoyle.
With a shriek of surprise the small winged 'Not Demon' lost its grip on the building side and collapsed in a heap on the balcony.
Blinking at the still pile that represented one of his fiancée's race, Xander slowly inched forward and pushed the small creature over so he could look at it.
Maybe three feet tall with a dark blue skin color, wherever it came from it wasn't one of the New York clans.
"Just what I need, a mystery." Xander grumbled just as the small Gargoyle sat up with a shout.
The next few minutes were rather chaotic as the small blue hellion tore around the inside of the room while jabbering away in a psychotic cross between Swahili and Japanese.
At least that was Xander's best guess as he didn't speak either.
After several minutes of this, Xander finally collapsed on the bed in exhaustion and glared up at the blue monster as it hung from the ceiling and returned the glare still shouting in that weird language of its own.
As Xander lay there he considered his options. His first option (And the one he was currently considering.) was to simply blast the small annoyance and be done with it.
Xander of course knew that it was a bad idea and quickly dropped the Mossberg.
His second option was to lace a moon pie with valium and let the little guy have it, but as tempting as it was, he decided on the third and by far worse option. Leave the thing alone and let Demona swat it when she got back.
Letting out a growl, Xander lay back in bed and continued to watch the small Gargoyle.
He never noticed his eyes grow heavy as he slowly drifted off to sleep. He was so exhausted he never stirred as the small blue gargoyle crawled down and curled up beside him.
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David Xanatos watched his son quietly as he tried to put his emotions in some semblance of order. He was a self made man, quite literally as the money he had used to start himself on the near meteoric rise to power had been given to him by himself, but rise he had. In twenty years he had become the second richest man in the world, had quite literally built a castle in the sky, married a fairy princess and been blessed with an amazing son, and yet, he always seemed to feel as if something was missing. As if something was held just out of arms reach for one of the most powerful men in the world.
He hated it, even as he craved it, he hated it with all his might. This was the thing that drove him and even through years of searching he still could not put into words what he was looking for. Turning from his son's room, Xanatos headed for his own bed.
"Maybe tomorrow I'll find it." He whispered to himself as he prepared for another nights rest.
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(A/N) I Got a Shiny Penny for anyone that can tell me where Owen got the three names from?
Huh huh? Someone, Anyone? Come-on… you know you wanna share.
