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WORK IN PROGRESS
Angel ran into the highly prestigious law firm that he had been granted an intern spot at. In his arms, he carried his laptop, a stack of papers, and a disk that held his presentation for the Kramer case that he had been assigned to.
He really loved this job; it let him help people in ways they couldn't help themselves. The only bad part about it was when Wolfram and Hart defended criminals and got them off the charges.
"McConnles," a slimy voice said behind him. Angel jumped a little and didn't notice when he dropped his disk.
"What do you want?" Angel said harshly.
"Where you been man?" Lindsey sneered. "Taking vacation as I hear it. Thanks for doing that, gives me an in with Holland. I think I'm going to get somewhere in this firm."
"Know what Lindsey?" Angel said. "You could be here for your entire life and the only place you'd get to would be the mail room."
"You know what?" Lindsey started but was cut off by a sharp voice calling down the hall.
"McConnels!"
Angel and Lindsey recognized the voice. Angel breathed in deeply and walked down the hall. He knew he'd have to face Holland today, but he had been hoping it would have been later.
Lindsey smirked as Angel walked off to Holland's office. Everything was going so well. Angel was in trouble with the boss. Angel was behind in his work due to Lindsey's 'slight alterations', as he liked to call them, to his files. Lindsey thought he might as well start packing Angel's stuff up for him.
Lindsey turned around and noticed a black disk on the floor. He flipped it over to see whose it was. And on the label was Angel's signature drawing, a gryphon straddling a capital A.
"Well," Lindsey muttered. "What do I have here?"
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"Come here Angel," Holland said gently. "Sit down."
Angel smiled weakly and sat down in the chair Holland had offered him. Holland sat behind the desk and looked every inch the CEO of his division.
"Now," Holland began, smiling and clasping his hands in front of him. "You're a fine young man, attractive might I mention. You're good at what you do in this firm, even as an intern. I would hate to see you lose the chance to become part of this firm. You, and not to mention we, would lose so many opportunities. Do you know what I'm saying?"
Angel nodded and replied, "Yes sir, I do."
"That's why you cannot disappear for three days like you did," Holland insisted.
"Sir, I have an explanation for that," Angel said hurriedly.
"Please, share," Holland, said, motioning with his hands to say he had the floor.
"My friend in California," Angel began. "She's been having some problems with- with her home and she was upset. I had to go get her."
"Oh, this is about a girl," Holland smiled knowingly. "Romantic feelings, possibly?"
"Ye-NO!" Angel corrected himself hurriedly. "No, purely platonic."
Holland nodded. "Good, we're agreed. No more vacations, stay at work and impress me with your Kramer case presentation and you might get to stay. Good afternoon, I'll see you tomorrow at nine for the presentation."
Angel nodded again and stood up to leave. Then he stopped and turned back to Holland. "Just wondering, sir."
"What is it?" Holland replied.
"What does being attractive have anything to do with the firm?"
Holland smiled and replied, "Everyone thinks of lawyers as old ugly men. And let's face it, they are. We send a good image. Plus, our lady clients will take nicely to you."
Angel lifted on eyebrow, shook his head, and muttered, "Sorry I asked."
Angel walked out and went to his desk, well, what they called a desk. He pulled out his laptop and knocked a pen off the desk as he did. He bent down to pick it up and noticed a photo laying face down under the desk. He picked it up and smiled.
It was one of him and Buffy. The day she and the other girls had ambushed the guys with the water balloons and water guns in the park. He had been soaked that day and was having trouble running in his too-large wet shirt and had pulled it off. Buffy had worn a pale purple shirt and short shorts. Tara had taken the picture as he picked her up and spun her around after everyone had calmed down and Faith had put on some music.
He suddenly pulled himself out of that memory and remembered her graduation. More specifically he remembered the dance they had, the one they had kissed during, even for that brief second. He remembered the way he had felt. Free, alive, full of passion.
"SNAP OUT OF IT!" he screamed at himself in his mind. "She's just your friend. You're not falling in - you CAN'T be!"
Angel shook his head and placed the picture next to his computer. He looked at it one more time and a sneaky thought entered his mind.
"Yes, you are. This is love."
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Feedback: Would die for it.
AN: Sorry about the long wait, been working my ass off to bring my geometry grade up to a 70. Which I did, yay me!
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WORK IN PROGRESS
Angel ran into the highly prestigious law firm that he had been granted an intern spot at. In his arms, he carried his laptop, a stack of papers, and a disk that held his presentation for the Kramer case that he had been assigned to.
He really loved this job; it let him help people in ways they couldn't help themselves. The only bad part about it was when Wolfram and Hart defended criminals and got them off the charges.
"McConnles," a slimy voice said behind him. Angel jumped a little and didn't notice when he dropped his disk.
"What do you want?" Angel said harshly.
"Where you been man?" Lindsey sneered. "Taking vacation as I hear it. Thanks for doing that, gives me an in with Holland. I think I'm going to get somewhere in this firm."
"Know what Lindsey?" Angel said. "You could be here for your entire life and the only place you'd get to would be the mail room."
"You know what?" Lindsey started but was cut off by a sharp voice calling down the hall.
"McConnels!"
Angel and Lindsey recognized the voice. Angel breathed in deeply and walked down the hall. He knew he'd have to face Holland today, but he had been hoping it would have been later.
Lindsey smirked as Angel walked off to Holland's office. Everything was going so well. Angel was in trouble with the boss. Angel was behind in his work due to Lindsey's 'slight alterations', as he liked to call them, to his files. Lindsey thought he might as well start packing Angel's stuff up for him.
Lindsey turned around and noticed a black disk on the floor. He flipped it over to see whose it was. And on the label was Angel's signature drawing, a gryphon straddling a capital A.
"Well," Lindsey muttered. "What do I have here?"
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"Come here Angel," Holland said gently. "Sit down."
Angel smiled weakly and sat down in the chair Holland had offered him. Holland sat behind the desk and looked every inch the CEO of his division.
"Now," Holland began, smiling and clasping his hands in front of him. "You're a fine young man, attractive might I mention. You're good at what you do in this firm, even as an intern. I would hate to see you lose the chance to become part of this firm. You, and not to mention we, would lose so many opportunities. Do you know what I'm saying?"
Angel nodded and replied, "Yes sir, I do."
"That's why you cannot disappear for three days like you did," Holland insisted.
"Sir, I have an explanation for that," Angel said hurriedly.
"Please, share," Holland, said, motioning with his hands to say he had the floor.
"My friend in California," Angel began. "She's been having some problems with- with her home and she was upset. I had to go get her."
"Oh, this is about a girl," Holland smiled knowingly. "Romantic feelings, possibly?"
"Ye-NO!" Angel corrected himself hurriedly. "No, purely platonic."
Holland nodded. "Good, we're agreed. No more vacations, stay at work and impress me with your Kramer case presentation and you might get to stay. Good afternoon, I'll see you tomorrow at nine for the presentation."
Angel nodded again and stood up to leave. Then he stopped and turned back to Holland. "Just wondering, sir."
"What is it?" Holland replied.
"What does being attractive have anything to do with the firm?"
Holland smiled and replied, "Everyone thinks of lawyers as old ugly men. And let's face it, they are. We send a good image. Plus, our lady clients will take nicely to you."
Angel lifted on eyebrow, shook his head, and muttered, "Sorry I asked."
Angel walked out and went to his desk, well, what they called a desk. He pulled out his laptop and knocked a pen off the desk as he did. He bent down to pick it up and noticed a photo laying face down under the desk. He picked it up and smiled.
It was one of him and Buffy. The day she and the other girls had ambushed the guys with the water balloons and water guns in the park. He had been soaked that day and was having trouble running in his too-large wet shirt and had pulled it off. Buffy had worn a pale purple shirt and short shorts. Tara had taken the picture as he picked her up and spun her around after everyone had calmed down and Faith had put on some music.
He suddenly pulled himself out of that memory and remembered her graduation. More specifically he remembered the dance they had, the one they had kissed during, even for that brief second. He remembered the way he had felt. Free, alive, full of passion.
"SNAP OUT OF IT!" he screamed at himself in his mind. "She's just your friend. You're not falling in - you CAN'T be!"
Angel shook his head and placed the picture next to his computer. He looked at it one more time and a sneaky thought entered his mind.
"Yes, you are. This is love."
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I write, you read, you review, I write more.
Soras Ort!