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AN: Hope this clears up the seemingly pointless presentation thing.
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"What?" Ephram laughed. "You're surprised?"
"No- yes!" Buffy corrected herself hastily.
"No wonder you two aren't together," Ephram shook his head. "You're both stubborn-assed who can't see what's right in front of them. Could there be two more people more perfect for each other than you two?"
"What makes you such an expert?" Buffy asked.
"Nothing," Ephram admitted. "I'm all talk. I've never been in love. But, with you two? It's so friggen' obvious."
"What do you mean?" Buffy pressed.
"The way he looks at you," Ephram began. "You're the only one in the room. The way he says your name; like it's crystal or something breakable. The way he smiles more when you're around. The way-,"
"The way I do all of those things too," Buffy whispered.
"Ah ha!" Ephram jumped up. "See! I told you! You two are perfect for each other. Look, I've got these tickets to a concert. My dad got them for me so that we could go together but he's not going to make it."
"Has he told you that?" Buffy asked.
"No," Ephram sighed. "Here's how it'll play out. Concert's starting in five minutes and he calls from the hospital," Ephram made a finger telephone and continued. He'll say 'Sorry, son, I'm too busy to take you to the concert. I'll make it up to you. Oh, gotta go, somebody's brain to poured out of their ears' and hang up. Okay, that last part was a bit of an exaggeration but point is, he won't make it and Mom's taking Delia, my sister, out shopping."
"The point being?" Buffy asked.
"I'm not going, they're a waste unless someone does," Ephram pulled the tickets out of his back pocket and set them on the table. "Point is, you and Angel take them. Go to the concert, sparks fly, come back here and-,"
"EPHRAM!" Buffy laughed. "That's enough. Thanks for the visual."
"You like it though," Ephram winked.
"Get out!" Buffy threw a pillow at him.
"Fine," Ephram smiled. "I'm going.
Ephram walked towards the door as Buffy reached over to look at the concert tickets. She noticed they were great seats; front row center; they must have cost a bit. She then read the name off them and called out:
"Ephram?" Buffy smiled, waving the tickets. "Clay Aiken?"
"Not a word," Ephram warned.
"It's cute," Buffy smiled.
"The guys all right," Ephram shrugged. "Oh, if he sings 'The Way', listen closely. Now forget I said anything about it."
"Then how am I supposed to remember to listen closely to 'The Way'?" Buffy teased.
"Just-,"Ephram groaned. "Just- ah, forget it. Women."
Buffy laughed as he walked of the apartment, shaking his head.
* * * * *
"WHAT?" Lindsey screamed again. "What do you mean you're firing me? I've done nothing but work my ass off for this company! Where as HE goes off for three days and I have been here everyday!"
"EXACTLY!" Holland yelled. "One, if you work too hard, you lose quality. Angel works as hard as the next person, but he knows when to have a break! You don't have the right attitude for this type of job. You see everything as black and white; Angel sees the gray, the point where there is a side to both stories and the possibility that both sides are correct to some degree. And also, Lindsey, I saw you steal that disk. I was hoping that you'd have the courtesy to return it, but when I saw you pull it out this morning, you were finished. I don't want you working for me."
Lindsey was stunned at this sudden turn of events. He had the look of a man that that had just screwed himself into the ground, and couldn't believe he had resorted to it.
"I just-," Lindsey started.
"Were going to clear out your desk," Holland finished for him. "You will be out of this office by two o'clock."
Lindsey hung his head and walked out of the room.
"Now, Angel," Holland smiled. "Let's see what you have for me?"
"I'm sorry?" Angel asked, shaking off the haze that had settled when Holland told Lindsey he had been fired.
"You disk," Holland said. "You're real one. Let's see it."
"I don't know if it'll work," Angel admitted. "If it's been messed up, then- ,"
"Angel," Holland held up his hand. "The programs weren't compatible, that's all."
"Oh," Angel laughed nervously. "Ok then."
Angel placed the disk into his computer and started his presentation. All the while, Holland was smiling and laughing.
A few minutes later, Angel walked out of the room and was immediately surrounded by workers congratulating him on his new job.
"Nice work," Lilah praised. "A job and you got to see Lindsey screw himself up. Sounds like a good day to me."
"It's been good," Angel agreed. "But now, I'm going home."
"Yeah," Lilah joked. "You've got a pretty blonde waiting for you."
"Yeah," Angel smiled. "I do."
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I write, you read, you review, I write more.
Feedback: PLEASE?
AN: Hope this clears up the seemingly pointless presentation thing.
AN2: Yes, I'm a Claymate.
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"What?" Ephram laughed. "You're surprised?"
"No- yes!" Buffy corrected herself hastily.
"No wonder you two aren't together," Ephram shook his head. "You're both stubborn-assed who can't see what's right in front of them. Could there be two more people more perfect for each other than you two?"
"What makes you such an expert?" Buffy asked.
"Nothing," Ephram admitted. "I'm all talk. I've never been in love. But, with you two? It's so friggen' obvious."
"What do you mean?" Buffy pressed.
"The way he looks at you," Ephram began. "You're the only one in the room. The way he says your name; like it's crystal or something breakable. The way he smiles more when you're around. The way-,"
"The way I do all of those things too," Buffy whispered.
"Ah ha!" Ephram jumped up. "See! I told you! You two are perfect for each other. Look, I've got these tickets to a concert. My dad got them for me so that we could go together but he's not going to make it."
"Has he told you that?" Buffy asked.
"No," Ephram sighed. "Here's how it'll play out. Concert's starting in five minutes and he calls from the hospital," Ephram made a finger telephone and continued. He'll say 'Sorry, son, I'm too busy to take you to the concert. I'll make it up to you. Oh, gotta go, somebody's brain to poured out of their ears' and hang up. Okay, that last part was a bit of an exaggeration but point is, he won't make it and Mom's taking Delia, my sister, out shopping."
"The point being?" Buffy asked.
"I'm not going, they're a waste unless someone does," Ephram pulled the tickets out of his back pocket and set them on the table. "Point is, you and Angel take them. Go to the concert, sparks fly, come back here and-,"
"EPHRAM!" Buffy laughed. "That's enough. Thanks for the visual."
"You like it though," Ephram winked.
"Get out!" Buffy threw a pillow at him.
"Fine," Ephram smiled. "I'm going.
Ephram walked towards the door as Buffy reached over to look at the concert tickets. She noticed they were great seats; front row center; they must have cost a bit. She then read the name off them and called out:
"Ephram?" Buffy smiled, waving the tickets. "Clay Aiken?"
"Not a word," Ephram warned.
"It's cute," Buffy smiled.
"The guys all right," Ephram shrugged. "Oh, if he sings 'The Way', listen closely. Now forget I said anything about it."
"Then how am I supposed to remember to listen closely to 'The Way'?" Buffy teased.
"Just-,"Ephram groaned. "Just- ah, forget it. Women."
Buffy laughed as he walked of the apartment, shaking his head.
* * * * *
"WHAT?" Lindsey screamed again. "What do you mean you're firing me? I've done nothing but work my ass off for this company! Where as HE goes off for three days and I have been here everyday!"
"EXACTLY!" Holland yelled. "One, if you work too hard, you lose quality. Angel works as hard as the next person, but he knows when to have a break! You don't have the right attitude for this type of job. You see everything as black and white; Angel sees the gray, the point where there is a side to both stories and the possibility that both sides are correct to some degree. And also, Lindsey, I saw you steal that disk. I was hoping that you'd have the courtesy to return it, but when I saw you pull it out this morning, you were finished. I don't want you working for me."
Lindsey was stunned at this sudden turn of events. He had the look of a man that that had just screwed himself into the ground, and couldn't believe he had resorted to it.
"I just-," Lindsey started.
"Were going to clear out your desk," Holland finished for him. "You will be out of this office by two o'clock."
Lindsey hung his head and walked out of the room.
"Now, Angel," Holland smiled. "Let's see what you have for me?"
"I'm sorry?" Angel asked, shaking off the haze that had settled when Holland told Lindsey he had been fired.
"You disk," Holland said. "You're real one. Let's see it."
"I don't know if it'll work," Angel admitted. "If it's been messed up, then- ,"
"Angel," Holland held up his hand. "The programs weren't compatible, that's all."
"Oh," Angel laughed nervously. "Ok then."
Angel placed the disk into his computer and started his presentation. All the while, Holland was smiling and laughing.
A few minutes later, Angel walked out of the room and was immediately surrounded by workers congratulating him on his new job.
"Nice work," Lilah praised. "A job and you got to see Lindsey screw himself up. Sounds like a good day to me."
"It's been good," Angel agreed. "But now, I'm going home."
"Yeah," Lilah joked. "You've got a pretty blonde waiting for you."
"Yeah," Angel smiled. "I do."
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