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 8
It was 9 o'clock. It was time for her appointment with the big boss. The one that could change her entire career forever. If he was impressed with her work at the company, he would, hopefully, give her a raise. If he was not.....well....the best she could hope for was that he was impressed.
Up until the time of their appointment, Buffy had tried in vain to concentrate on her paper works. Nothing unusual, the same boring crap that she got every morning before a client walked through her office. Although she did love her job, reading business papers were never very interesting to her. In fact, it was rather boring.
Doing research on her clients, finding out whatever she could about their case, which, typically, could take weeks. And when all the research had been done, she passed it on to the lawyer that was hired for the client.
Each week, she had a new client to research on. The job was stressful, but she could handle it. Besides, it's not as if she never had this much stress before. In fact, every day of her worthless life could add up to ten people's stress in three years.
After about an half an hour of staring at the same piece of paper, Buffy decided to give up on it. If she wasn't able to concentrate half an hour ago, or now, she wouldn't be able to concentrate for the rest of the day. At least, until after her both meeting with the boss. She both dreaded and anticipated the meeting. She wanted to meet the genius behind the successful firm, Connors Inc., and,yet, she wanted to crawl into a deep hole and never come out.
The fear she was accustomed with, but the anticpation was killing her. She wanted to meet him so bad she could just imagine how he looked like. She imagined him sitting in front of a massive desk, papers and files organized neatly on his desk, a picture frame of his wife and children. She imagined him as a man in his forties, hair dark with light streaks of gray, small wringles at the corners of his eyes and mouth. Frowning, she would guess.
Buffy glanced at the clock and realized that it was almost time for her appointement with the boss.
She took a deep breath, walked out of her office, and entered the elevator.
She waited as patiently as possible for the secretary, Fred, to inform the boss of her arrival.
Fred smiled at her and told her to enter the office, the boss was waiting for her, she had said. But she had barely heard her words of the pounding of her heart. She was so nervous, one would think she was facing her execution or something even worst.
Her hand reached for the knob, turned it, and entered into the dark room. Disappearing behind the oak door.
******
When Fred buzzed in to tell him that Miss Buffy Summers awaited for him, he had smiled and couldn't retain the serious tone that he often use.
Before their appointment was to take place, he had taken up drinking coffee. All black. No sugar. Preparing himself for the meeting, he had turned his chair around so that he looked silhouetted against the bright light that entered through the office.
Angelus heard the door knob turn, his heart rate escalating with the anticipation of meeting the beautiful woman again, and could feel as soon as her entire body was within close distance with his. His body throbbed with awareness.
Buffy cleared her throat.
"Um....hello?" she said weakly, trying to capture his attention.
Angelus took awhile to answer. He turned his chair around slowly, for the dramatic effect he knew would happen, and heard her gasp.
"Y-y-you....what?....this...impossible!" She stuttered.
Angelus smirked, he was amused by her reaction to the fact that he was the one who had picked her up from the deserted road.
"Hello, Buffy. How are you?" He asked politely. "Would you care to take a seat?"
Buffy was too surprised to answer, she just plopped herself down on the uncomfortable seat, her mouth agape.
"You...." Buffy couldn't even finish her sentence, she had been shocked speechless. He was the man that had picked her up this morning, the one that she had treated like a verman. Oh, Dear God, she was so impolite to him.
She glanced at her lap, where her hands were twisting. What if her behavior in the car had affected his judgement of her? Well, of her worth at the company. Could he be so cruel?
Of course! He's a man! What did you expect? That he'd be happy with all you've done for the company and forgive you for the moment, however breif, of impoliteness.
But, whatever he did to her could never be as bad as what had already happened. No, because this time she wasn't about to let anybody, not no man or any other person, step all over her like she was a doormat to be used and disposed of.
She steeled herself, put up the proverbial wall between herself and everyone else, looked up and into the warm, chocolate-brown eyes. She gasped inaudibly at the intensity of the gaze. She had felt as if an electric current was running it's course throughout her body.
Too much emotions. She immediately put up the wall again, her eyes holding no warmth or feelings whatsoever, something that had not taken her long to learn.
Angelus reflected in remorse as he saw the light in her eyes disappear behind the imaginery wall. He knew now, for sure, that a troubled pass lay behind her. All he needed to know now was what it was.
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Part 8
It was 9 o'clock. It was time for her appointment with the big boss. The one that could change her entire career forever. If he was impressed with her work at the company, he would, hopefully, give her a raise. If he was not.....well....the best she could hope for was that he was impressed.
Up until the time of their appointment, Buffy had tried in vain to concentrate on her paper works. Nothing unusual, the same boring crap that she got every morning before a client walked through her office. Although she did love her job, reading business papers were never very interesting to her. In fact, it was rather boring.
Doing research on her clients, finding out whatever she could about their case, which, typically, could take weeks. And when all the research had been done, she passed it on to the lawyer that was hired for the client.
Each week, she had a new client to research on. The job was stressful, but she could handle it. Besides, it's not as if she never had this much stress before. In fact, every day of her worthless life could add up to ten people's stress in three years.
After about an half an hour of staring at the same piece of paper, Buffy decided to give up on it. If she wasn't able to concentrate half an hour ago, or now, she wouldn't be able to concentrate for the rest of the day. At least, until after her both meeting with the boss. She both dreaded and anticipated the meeting. She wanted to meet the genius behind the successful firm, Connors Inc., and,yet, she wanted to crawl into a deep hole and never come out.
The fear she was accustomed with, but the anticpation was killing her. She wanted to meet him so bad she could just imagine how he looked like. She imagined him sitting in front of a massive desk, papers and files organized neatly on his desk, a picture frame of his wife and children. She imagined him as a man in his forties, hair dark with light streaks of gray, small wringles at the corners of his eyes and mouth. Frowning, she would guess.
Buffy glanced at the clock and realized that it was almost time for her appointement with the boss.
She took a deep breath, walked out of her office, and entered the elevator.
She waited as patiently as possible for the secretary, Fred, to inform the boss of her arrival.
Fred smiled at her and told her to enter the office, the boss was waiting for her, she had said. But she had barely heard her words of the pounding of her heart. She was so nervous, one would think she was facing her execution or something even worst.
Her hand reached for the knob, turned it, and entered into the dark room. Disappearing behind the oak door.
******
When Fred buzzed in to tell him that Miss Buffy Summers awaited for him, he had smiled and couldn't retain the serious tone that he often use.
Before their appointment was to take place, he had taken up drinking coffee. All black. No sugar. Preparing himself for the meeting, he had turned his chair around so that he looked silhouetted against the bright light that entered through the office.
Angelus heard the door knob turn, his heart rate escalating with the anticipation of meeting the beautiful woman again, and could feel as soon as her entire body was within close distance with his. His body throbbed with awareness.
Buffy cleared her throat.
"Um....hello?" she said weakly, trying to capture his attention.
Angelus took awhile to answer. He turned his chair around slowly, for the dramatic effect he knew would happen, and heard her gasp.
"Y-y-you....what?....this...impossible!" She stuttered.
Angelus smirked, he was amused by her reaction to the fact that he was the one who had picked her up from the deserted road.
"Hello, Buffy. How are you?" He asked politely. "Would you care to take a seat?"
Buffy was too surprised to answer, she just plopped herself down on the uncomfortable seat, her mouth agape.
"You...." Buffy couldn't even finish her sentence, she had been shocked speechless. He was the man that had picked her up this morning, the one that she had treated like a verman. Oh, Dear God, she was so impolite to him.
She glanced at her lap, where her hands were twisting. What if her behavior in the car had affected his judgement of her? Well, of her worth at the company. Could he be so cruel?
Of course! He's a man! What did you expect? That he'd be happy with all you've done for the company and forgive you for the moment, however breif, of impoliteness.
But, whatever he did to her could never be as bad as what had already happened. No, because this time she wasn't about to let anybody, not no man or any other person, step all over her like she was a doormat to be used and disposed of.
She steeled herself, put up the proverbial wall between herself and everyone else, looked up and into the warm, chocolate-brown eyes. She gasped inaudibly at the intensity of the gaze. She had felt as if an electric current was running it's course throughout her body.
Too much emotions. She immediately put up the wall again, her eyes holding no warmth or feelings whatsoever, something that had not taken her long to learn.
Angelus reflected in remorse as he saw the light in her eyes disappear behind the imaginery wall. He knew now, for sure, that a troubled pass lay behind her. All he needed to know now was what it was.