Six Months Later

Wolfram & Hart

Standing at the upper level of his very prestigious law firm, Wolfram & Hart. Angelus stared down over the rail taking glory in his achievements.

Years ago, Angelus had inherited the esteemed law firm from his grandfather due to his declining health. Angelus' father passed away not long before his grandfather. Angelus' father could have never built this law firm the way his son has. Taking notes from his grandfather, Angelus made Wolfram & Hart into a reputable international name.

He accomplished this by intimidation, slick intelligence, and ruthlessness. Firing everyone his father and grandfather had previously hired before their untimely deaths, Angelus meticulously created an elite force of attorney's that would do nothing but win and never settle for anything less.

Angelus' piercing dark eyes ran over the people running around like tiny ants on the ground level with a scrutinising glare.

Glancing down at his watch for the time until his conference meeting when something caught his attention from the corner of his eye. He narrowed his gaze down to the main area, following a golden-haired woman entering the law firm and heading to the front desk.

Angelus felt his heart pound. It couldn't be. He tilted his head to the side recognising the golden shade of her long, softly curled hair. Straining his eyes, trying to determine her features, Angelus failed.

A familiar cool shiver that heated his entire body shot down his spine. Untrusting of his vision from this great distance, Angelus pushed himself from the side rail desperately needing to know if she was the woman that has plagued his every thought for months.

It irritated him and angered him how much he thought about the woman he had brought home over six months ago. As much as he tried to desperately convince himself that he was unaffected by 'the golden-haired woman from the club,' Angelus just couldn't shake her from his mind. He wished he remembered more about her but his lust and the alcohol clouded his mind.

All he could remember was the colour of her eyes, the shade of her blonde hair, the taste of her lips, the heat of her body, and the breathlessness of her voice as she cried out his name in climax.

Walking to the elevator to take him down to the main floor, Angelus buttoned the front of his tailored black suit coat.


The employees running around on the ground floor jumped back, parting a swift path like the Red Sea when Angelus appeared.

Angelus didn't notice any one of them, keeping his gaze firmly on the blonde haired woman standing at the front desk talking to the attendant.

Rolling his eyes over her backside, Angelus took in her cherry printed sundress worn with a pair of light brown sandals. He took a step closer, stuffing his hands into his trouser pockets when a familiar scent entered his nostrils.

The front desk attendant did a double take noticing Angelus standing behind the woman he was helping. The mischievous smirk tugging at Angelus' mouth as he traced the woman's curves did not sit well with the attendant.

The attendant swallowed nervously which gained Buffy's attention.

She frowned at the man's sudden change of demeanour and followed his wide eyes to whoever was behind her. Pinching her brows together, Buffy turned.

She released a sharp gasp not expecting to see her 'one-night-stand' standing directly behind her. He appeared as gorgeous as ever. His dark eyes, that she could drown in were fixed on her. His smirk was smug and rattled her senses. Buffy swallowed nervously, similarly to the desk attendant and stared unblinkingly at Angelus' gorgeous face.

"Angel?"

Angelus felt a tug in his chest when he heard her breathless voice say his name. "Buffy," he began, "this is a surprise—which is not un-welcomed, I must add." Angelus didn't even bother to argue with himself about what just came out of his mouth. Not un-welcomed?—What's happening to you?

"I didn't realise you worked here." She said.

Angelus' smile widened, "I don't work here, per-say."

"Oh?" She frowned feeling the heat to her cheeks.

"I'm the CEO of Wolfram & Hart," Angelus finished.

Buffy's brows shot up high up her forehead and she slowly nodded her head comprehending his words, "Oh."

Angelus knew she was nervous by the way she tossed her eyes around the large law firm for a moment, taking in her surroundings.

"It's, um, very… clean," she meekly told him.

Angelus' smirk turned into a wide smile, a smile no one had ever seen before. He looked down at the beautiful woman wondering what had brought her here. "I wasn't expecting to see you."

"I wasn't expecting to see you either." Buffy's tension didn't ease unsure what to say next. Back at the club six odd months back, there wasn't much conversation between herself and Angelus. From her groggy memory of that night, she drank a lot of umbrella mojitos and she 'seised the moment' but there wasn't much of a conversation in-between.

"How have you been?" Angelus asked her awkwardly, never had he ever asked a woman—hell, anyone how they were before. He didn't care to, except for some strange reason that was beyond him, he actually wanted to know how she has been.

Buffy looked at him surprised by his question, figuring he wasn't one to frequently ask someone how they were.

With a soft half-smile, Buffy opened her mouth to reply when a man calling her name broke the attempted conversation.

Both Buffy and Angelus turned their heads and looked at Lindsey McDonald, startled by his sudden appearance as he approached them.

"I thought I was meeting you at the café," Lindsey said, not yet noticing Angelus' presence. He leaned forward, kissing Buffy's cheek.

"Um, yeah," Buffy looked at Lindsey suddenly feeling overwhelmed, "but you said you had a conference meeting in an hour, so I wasn't sure if you still had time." She told him. "I tried calling you before but… your secretary was—"

"—It's okay, I'm happy you came," Lindsey smirked at the beautiful woman when he finally noticed Angelus' domineering presence.

At the drop of a hat, Lindsey's entire manner changed to one that was tall, proud, and hard, matching Angelus' serious expression.

Angelus turned his eyes from Buffy to Lindsey. Lindsey McDonald was one of, if not the best hire he's ever made during the time he was reconstructing the law firm. He started as a 'mailroom boy' and worked his way up.

Lindsey grew up somewhere in the South; Angelus never thought to ask where, but that is what is stated in his file. Lindsey's family was broken, but he kept in touch with his mother. That was what Angelus assumed since the only time Lindsey had ever taken off from the firm was to go back to the South to see his mother in the hospital, but he was back the next day, so determining the strength of the mother and son's relationship was hard.

Just like himself, Lindsey was unmerciful in the courtroom and masterful under pressure, especially the pressure Angelus held over him. He seemingly devoid any moral conscious when it came to a case; which Angelus appreciated.

Lindsey stood a few inches shorter than Angelus, not as broad-shouldered either, but he was slim and fit. With his bright blue eyes, longish brown hair; which sometimes fell into his eyes, and his smart fashion sense, Lindsey was very pleasing to the opposite sex.

"Mr O'Connor," Lindsey said, puffing out his chest.

Keeping his face expressionless, Angelus did not let anyone see his boiling jealousy rising in his chest. How do they know each other? He thought to himself. "Mr McDonald," he said stiffly.

Angelus tore his eyes from Lindsey and looked back at Buffy. Much to Lindsey's amazement, Angelus' infamous glaring expression softened and a hint of a smile tugged at his lips. "Its good to see you again, Buffy." The look of surprise Lindsey gave Buffy did not escape Angelus' notice. "I'll leave you to your lunch." He told her politely, oozing on his charm.

His dark eyes hardened he shifted his attention back to Lindsey, "Mr McDonald," Lindsey stood a bit straighter when Angelus addressed him, "I suspect you are prepared."

"The case files are ready on my desk, sir."

With a nod, Angelus watched with an unsmiling glare as he watched Lindsey place his hand on Buffy's lower back guiding her towards the front door.

Wanting to know everything about his best employee's connection to Buffy, Angelus watched them closely and felt his heart beat faster when Buffy tossed him a glance from over her shoulder.

He gave her a small smile watching the pair walk out and into the afternoon daylight, while he was stuck inside, standing in the background, watching her walk away again.


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