A/N: I checked all the links late last night and they've finally been
changed, they work now!
Charmed At Last
Chapter 32: Angelnooooo Way
Prue got out of her car and grabbed her purse and her camera supplies. She quickled waved her hand, telekinetically locking the car doors, then turned and rushed into her office.
"You're three minutes late!" Prue's boss hissed, as he saw her enter the room.
"I know, I know. I'm sorry. My niece...she was sick this morning and vomited all over my suit so I had to change..." Prue said. She hoped that he would by the story, after all, it had only been partially false. Pearl had been sick this morning, but she was late because a demon decided he wanted to try and kidnap Pearl. Prue, Piper, Phoebe, and Paige had to vanquish him with a Power of Four spell, which took up valuable time.
"Well...don't let it happen again." The man said. He threw out a manilla folder. "That's your new assignment." He said.
Prue sighed in relief. 'Whew...First day back after a little more than a year and I'm already getting yelled at...Nice going Prue.' Prue thought. She grabbed the manilla folder. "Thanks." Prue said, as she exited the room. The Elders had just altered the world's memories of her last night, so she had to go back to work today. She walked into her office and sat down at her desk. With a wave of her hand the door shut and locked. Prue opened the manilla folder and examined the file. She was being sent to a Native American tibe up in the mountains, to take some pictures of their ancient artifacts and native dress, for an article in the 415 Magazine. Prue shrugged and looked down, the reporter she'd be working with was Angelo Armando. "Oh great!" Prue said out loud, in a sarcastic tone, to herself. Angelo was such a jerk, he thought he was a real lady's man, but he wasn't. Just about every woman who worked around or with him despised him. "Well, isn't this just grand?" Prue asked herself, in a sarcastic tone. She closed the file and stuffed it into her bag. Then she heard a knock at her door. "Yes?" Prue called.
"Angelo Armando, at your service!" Angelo called.
Prue rolled her eyes. "I'll be right out." Prue yelled, in annoyance.
"Good, it's a date. I'll meet you at my car..I believe it's parked in the front." Angelo said, in a slick sounding voice.
"'Date'? Ha, date my wiccan ass!" Prue said, as she grabbed her purse and bag. She waved her hand and telekinetically unlocked the door, then she squinted her eyes, and the door telekinetically flew open. Prue walked out the door and with another squint of her eyes, the door slammed shut and locked. She exited the building and saw Angelo waiting at his car. She walked over to him.
"Mmmm...you look tasty today." Angelo said, with a wink.
Prue cringed. He disgusted her so. "Just open the door." Prue said.
"Oh, hard to get? I see..." Angelo said, as he opened his car door and climbed inside. He clicked a button and it unlocked Prue's door.
Prue grabbed the handle and hopped inside, quickly buckling in, and shutting the door.
A steaming cup of hot coffee was sitting in the cup holder of Angelo's car. He started the car and backed out of the parking lot. Angelo picked up the cup and took a sip. "So, Prue..." Angelo began.
'This is getting old..' Prue thought. She casually flicked her wrist, pretending to flick her hair instead, and then Angelo's coffee went flying all over him.
He squealed in pain and embarrassment. "I uh..uh..." Angelo stuttered. He grabbed some napkins and tried to soak up the coffee. He decided to keep his mouth shut this time.
'That is what I thought.' Prue thought, with a sly smirk. TO BE CONTINUED....
Charmed At Last
Chapter 32: Angelnooooo Way
Prue got out of her car and grabbed her purse and her camera supplies. She quickled waved her hand, telekinetically locking the car doors, then turned and rushed into her office.
"You're three minutes late!" Prue's boss hissed, as he saw her enter the room.
"I know, I know. I'm sorry. My niece...she was sick this morning and vomited all over my suit so I had to change..." Prue said. She hoped that he would by the story, after all, it had only been partially false. Pearl had been sick this morning, but she was late because a demon decided he wanted to try and kidnap Pearl. Prue, Piper, Phoebe, and Paige had to vanquish him with a Power of Four spell, which took up valuable time.
"Well...don't let it happen again." The man said. He threw out a manilla folder. "That's your new assignment." He said.
Prue sighed in relief. 'Whew...First day back after a little more than a year and I'm already getting yelled at...Nice going Prue.' Prue thought. She grabbed the manilla folder. "Thanks." Prue said, as she exited the room. The Elders had just altered the world's memories of her last night, so she had to go back to work today. She walked into her office and sat down at her desk. With a wave of her hand the door shut and locked. Prue opened the manilla folder and examined the file. She was being sent to a Native American tibe up in the mountains, to take some pictures of their ancient artifacts and native dress, for an article in the 415 Magazine. Prue shrugged and looked down, the reporter she'd be working with was Angelo Armando. "Oh great!" Prue said out loud, in a sarcastic tone, to herself. Angelo was such a jerk, he thought he was a real lady's man, but he wasn't. Just about every woman who worked around or with him despised him. "Well, isn't this just grand?" Prue asked herself, in a sarcastic tone. She closed the file and stuffed it into her bag. Then she heard a knock at her door. "Yes?" Prue called.
"Angelo Armando, at your service!" Angelo called.
Prue rolled her eyes. "I'll be right out." Prue yelled, in annoyance.
"Good, it's a date. I'll meet you at my car..I believe it's parked in the front." Angelo said, in a slick sounding voice.
"'Date'? Ha, date my wiccan ass!" Prue said, as she grabbed her purse and bag. She waved her hand and telekinetically unlocked the door, then she squinted her eyes, and the door telekinetically flew open. Prue walked out the door and with another squint of her eyes, the door slammed shut and locked. She exited the building and saw Angelo waiting at his car. She walked over to him.
"Mmmm...you look tasty today." Angelo said, with a wink.
Prue cringed. He disgusted her so. "Just open the door." Prue said.
"Oh, hard to get? I see..." Angelo said, as he opened his car door and climbed inside. He clicked a button and it unlocked Prue's door.
Prue grabbed the handle and hopped inside, quickly buckling in, and shutting the door.
A steaming cup of hot coffee was sitting in the cup holder of Angelo's car. He started the car and backed out of the parking lot. Angelo picked up the cup and took a sip. "So, Prue..." Angelo began.
'This is getting old..' Prue thought. She casually flicked her wrist, pretending to flick her hair instead, and then Angelo's coffee went flying all over him.
He squealed in pain and embarrassment. "I uh..uh..." Angelo stuttered. He grabbed some napkins and tried to soak up the coffee. He decided to keep his mouth shut this time.
'That is what I thought.' Prue thought, with a sly smirk. TO BE CONTINUED....