Title: Change of Heart (#1 in Untitled Series)
Author: Pixie
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Author's Note: AU fic! Buffy comes from a very different past than she is
from the show.
AN2: #1 in Untitled Series
Spoilers: None, this is an AU fic.
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Summary: Buffy Summers has led a troubling childhood and she must conquer
her fears, but when her handsome boss enters her world, she feels
threatened that he might destroy her fragile life that she had built for
herself. Will she ever allow her walls down and allow someone to teach her
the powers of love?
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Part Three
It was a Friday morning when an annoying alarm clock rang at precisely 4:30 A.M.
Groaning, Buffy Summers reached out an arm and turned the alarm off.
*Thank God it's Friday.*
Friday meant no work on Saturday, which meant she got to be able to catch up on the sleep that she's missed during the week.
*Friday! Oh, no! Why today? Oh God.*
Buffy panicked. Her still sleep induced mind had been able to remember that it was Friday, May 30th. One of the most important days of the year. She get to meet her boss.
No one had ever had the privlege to meet the person who ran their successful business.
And, because of her success and the money that she brought with her with her success, she had the opportunity to meet him.
Which also meant that she had to dress up.
She *hated* dressing up.
It was rarely, if ever, that she even wore heels. Only to work, and they were two inch heels.
She wasn't going to enjoy this.
The way she thought of it was that dressing up equals tons of make-up, a dress that's too short and too uncomfortable, heels that are high enough to make her dizzy, and her hair so fancy that she had to worry about it every few seconds. Worrying that it would fall apart.
Groaning once more, Buffy went to her bathroom to take a shower to wake herself up. And hopefully relieve the stress she felt building up.
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Dressing herself up was a horror.
She had never done half of the stuff that she was doing to herself right now.
The only make-up she ever wore was simple chap stick and some natural eye shadow.
That was it.
Now, she was curling her eyelashes, putting on lipstick, powder, colorful eye shadow, and all this other crap that made her look like a clown.
This was insane. But she wanted to make a good impression on her boss.
*And if I ever figure out how to use these things I can hopefully have a raise.*
That was the best she could hope for.
And she hoped that her first meeting with the boss would be her best ever, she wanted to make a good impression on him.
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Part Three
It was a Friday morning when an annoying alarm clock rang at precisely 4:30 A.M.
Groaning, Buffy Summers reached out an arm and turned the alarm off.
*Thank God it's Friday.*
Friday meant no work on Saturday, which meant she got to be able to catch up on the sleep that she's missed during the week.
*Friday! Oh, no! Why today? Oh God.*
Buffy panicked. Her still sleep induced mind had been able to remember that it was Friday, May 30th. One of the most important days of the year. She get to meet her boss.
No one had ever had the privlege to meet the person who ran their successful business.
And, because of her success and the money that she brought with her with her success, she had the opportunity to meet him.
Which also meant that she had to dress up.
She *hated* dressing up.
It was rarely, if ever, that she even wore heels. Only to work, and they were two inch heels.
She wasn't going to enjoy this.
The way she thought of it was that dressing up equals tons of make-up, a dress that's too short and too uncomfortable, heels that are high enough to make her dizzy, and her hair so fancy that she had to worry about it every few seconds. Worrying that it would fall apart.
Groaning once more, Buffy went to her bathroom to take a shower to wake herself up. And hopefully relieve the stress she felt building up.
******
Dressing herself up was a horror.
She had never done half of the stuff that she was doing to herself right now.
The only make-up she ever wore was simple chap stick and some natural eye shadow.
That was it.
Now, she was curling her eyelashes, putting on lipstick, powder, colorful eye shadow, and all this other crap that made her look like a clown.
This was insane. But she wanted to make a good impression on her boss.
*And if I ever figure out how to use these things I can hopefully have a raise.*
That was the best she could hope for.
And she hoped that her first meeting with the boss would be her best ever, she wanted to make a good impression on him.