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AN: Sorry it took so long; it was the usual stuff... geometry, blah... then I got the idea for a fic for "The Tribe" (great show) and I couldn't focus on other stories until I got that one up and running... we all know how that goes.
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"This is as good as we're gonna get it, honey," Lilah sighed, finishing the last slide.
"Damn it," Angel groaned. "I may as well quit now. I have no shot, whatsoever."
"Don't say that," Lilah threw the disk at him. "You've got a better shot than Lindsey does. Unless-,"
"Don't say unless," Angel said, taking his head in his hands.
"Unless," Lilah continued. "Lindsey is stupid enough to try and use your presentation. I mean, then you'd be a goner."
"You're so helpful," Angel sneered.
"You bet your ass I am!" Lilah said. "I was the one up here at 2 in the freakin' morning helping you with this. Get in there and kick Lindsey's ass out of this place. And don't' be late!"
"Okay, I'm going!" Angel made sure he had the disk and grabbed his laptop. Lilah swiveled around in his chair and watched him run off to Holland's office.
"That boy better make it or I swear I will murder him in that fine blue shirt he wears," Lilah muttered. "Well, maybe I'd keep the shirt."
Angel arrived at the presentation room a few minutes early and plugged his laptop in to the main computer that would project the slideshow onto the wall. He went through it one last time, making sure he hadn't left anything out of the case.
"Making out your will, McConnels?" Lindsey asked behind him. "You should, you're so dead today. I'm going to bury you."
"In my own work?" Angel asked, putting up a brave face. "No likely."
"Gentlemen," Holland came into the room and closed the door. "You're both here. Excellent, we can start."
"Where are the others, sir?" Lindsey asked politely.
"No, it's just me and you two today," Holland smiled. "That's not a problem is it?"
"No sir, not at all," Lindsey smiled.
"Well, then Lindsey, with that attitude, you've earned the honor of presenting your case analysis first," Holland said, sitting down in his chair.
"Oh, no sir, I couldn't," Lindsey's smile faltered a bit.
"Now Lindsey!" Holland demanded.
Lindsey jumped and his slick act was dropped immediately. He fumbled through his pockets until he pulled out a black disk, Angel's disk. He clumsily put in it the main computer and hoped for the best.
Yesterday, he hadn't been able to open it correctly. His computer was compatible with the program and anything he opened came out encrypted. He could only hope that it was compatible with the main computer.
* * * * *
"Hello?" Ephram called out as he entered the apartment. "Buffy, are you here?"
"Yeah," Buffy said, leaning against Angel's doorframe. "Why are you here?"
"I told you I have a key," Ephram smiled.
"It's nine in the morning on Thursday," Buffy pointed out. "And it's October, no breaks."
"I felt like skipping," Ephram explained. "You okay?"
"I'm fine," Buffy smiled.
"Then what was that screaming thing yesterday?" Ephram asked.
"It's this thing I do by forcing air out my lungs that causes my vocal chords to vibrate really fast," Buffy joked.
"Alright, smart-ass," Ephram laughed.
"I've had some- bad experiences," Buffy said softly. "Something reminded me of it and I freaked."
"Well, if there's one person to help you, it'd be Angel," Ephram supplied. "I mean, my dad is never around. It's- hard, I barely know him."
"What does he do?" Buffy asked.
"He's a doctor," Ephram sighed. "The great doctor Andy Brown. The sorry-ass father Andy Brown. Same person. One day, I ran into Angel, literally. I must have hit my head when I hit the sidewalk because the next thing I know, I'm lying on a couch with a door wide open behind me. I remember he said to me 'I'm not going to make you stay, but I need to know if you're alright.' Such a weird thing to say, but I didn't want to leave. Angel sends off this vibe; makes me feel safe, you know."
"Yeah, I know exactly what you mean," Buffy agreed.
"I kept finding reason to come over until he laughed and gave me a key to his apartment," Ephram smiled. "He really helps me; letting me escape from my life for a little every day."
"Is it that terrible?" Buffy asked.
"I guess if I looked at it closely enough, it wouldn't be," Ephram sighed. "But the fact that everything in my house comes from a man I never see and his money; the goodness is overshadowed."
"Maybe," Buffy nodded.
"You know," Ephram felt a need to change the subject. "He loves you."
"Who?"
"Angel."
* * * * *
"I'm waiting Lindsey," Holland sighed, annoyed.
"The disk," Lindsey stuttered. "Someone's messed with the disk."
"No matter," Holland exclaimed. "We're out of time. But I want you to know, this case really had nothing to do with your evaluation. My partners and I had decided on our selection early this morning."
"Who is it?" Lindsey blurted out.
"That's not very professional, Lindsey," Holland smiled. "I'm sorry, but we have to let you go... Lindsey."
"WHAT?!" Lindsey screamed.
* * * * *
"WHAT?!" Buffy cried.
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I write, you read, you review, I write more.
Feedback: You still love me right?
AN: Sorry it took so long; it was the usual stuff... geometry, blah... then I got the idea for a fic for "The Tribe" (great show) and I couldn't focus on other stories until I got that one up and running... we all know how that goes.
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"This is as good as we're gonna get it, honey," Lilah sighed, finishing the last slide.
"Damn it," Angel groaned. "I may as well quit now. I have no shot, whatsoever."
"Don't say that," Lilah threw the disk at him. "You've got a better shot than Lindsey does. Unless-,"
"Don't say unless," Angel said, taking his head in his hands.
"Unless," Lilah continued. "Lindsey is stupid enough to try and use your presentation. I mean, then you'd be a goner."
"You're so helpful," Angel sneered.
"You bet your ass I am!" Lilah said. "I was the one up here at 2 in the freakin' morning helping you with this. Get in there and kick Lindsey's ass out of this place. And don't' be late!"
"Okay, I'm going!" Angel made sure he had the disk and grabbed his laptop. Lilah swiveled around in his chair and watched him run off to Holland's office.
"That boy better make it or I swear I will murder him in that fine blue shirt he wears," Lilah muttered. "Well, maybe I'd keep the shirt."
Angel arrived at the presentation room a few minutes early and plugged his laptop in to the main computer that would project the slideshow onto the wall. He went through it one last time, making sure he hadn't left anything out of the case.
"Making out your will, McConnels?" Lindsey asked behind him. "You should, you're so dead today. I'm going to bury you."
"In my own work?" Angel asked, putting up a brave face. "No likely."
"Gentlemen," Holland came into the room and closed the door. "You're both here. Excellent, we can start."
"Where are the others, sir?" Lindsey asked politely.
"No, it's just me and you two today," Holland smiled. "That's not a problem is it?"
"No sir, not at all," Lindsey smiled.
"Well, then Lindsey, with that attitude, you've earned the honor of presenting your case analysis first," Holland said, sitting down in his chair.
"Oh, no sir, I couldn't," Lindsey's smile faltered a bit.
"Now Lindsey!" Holland demanded.
Lindsey jumped and his slick act was dropped immediately. He fumbled through his pockets until he pulled out a black disk, Angel's disk. He clumsily put in it the main computer and hoped for the best.
Yesterday, he hadn't been able to open it correctly. His computer was compatible with the program and anything he opened came out encrypted. He could only hope that it was compatible with the main computer.
* * * * *
"Hello?" Ephram called out as he entered the apartment. "Buffy, are you here?"
"Yeah," Buffy said, leaning against Angel's doorframe. "Why are you here?"
"I told you I have a key," Ephram smiled.
"It's nine in the morning on Thursday," Buffy pointed out. "And it's October, no breaks."
"I felt like skipping," Ephram explained. "You okay?"
"I'm fine," Buffy smiled.
"Then what was that screaming thing yesterday?" Ephram asked.
"It's this thing I do by forcing air out my lungs that causes my vocal chords to vibrate really fast," Buffy joked.
"Alright, smart-ass," Ephram laughed.
"I've had some- bad experiences," Buffy said softly. "Something reminded me of it and I freaked."
"Well, if there's one person to help you, it'd be Angel," Ephram supplied. "I mean, my dad is never around. It's- hard, I barely know him."
"What does he do?" Buffy asked.
"He's a doctor," Ephram sighed. "The great doctor Andy Brown. The sorry-ass father Andy Brown. Same person. One day, I ran into Angel, literally. I must have hit my head when I hit the sidewalk because the next thing I know, I'm lying on a couch with a door wide open behind me. I remember he said to me 'I'm not going to make you stay, but I need to know if you're alright.' Such a weird thing to say, but I didn't want to leave. Angel sends off this vibe; makes me feel safe, you know."
"Yeah, I know exactly what you mean," Buffy agreed.
"I kept finding reason to come over until he laughed and gave me a key to his apartment," Ephram smiled. "He really helps me; letting me escape from my life for a little every day."
"Is it that terrible?" Buffy asked.
"I guess if I looked at it closely enough, it wouldn't be," Ephram sighed. "But the fact that everything in my house comes from a man I never see and his money; the goodness is overshadowed."
"Maybe," Buffy nodded.
"You know," Ephram felt a need to change the subject. "He loves you."
"Who?"
"Angel."
* * * * *
"I'm waiting Lindsey," Holland sighed, annoyed.
"The disk," Lindsey stuttered. "Someone's messed with the disk."
"No matter," Holland exclaimed. "We're out of time. But I want you to know, this case really had nothing to do with your evaluation. My partners and I had decided on our selection early this morning."
"Who is it?" Lindsey blurted out.
"That's not very professional, Lindsey," Holland smiled. "I'm sorry, but we have to let you go... Lindsey."
"WHAT?!" Lindsey screamed.
* * * * *
"WHAT?!" Buffy cried.
* * * * *
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