Read: Okay, if I owned any of the characters on Angel, do you seriously think I'd be writing fanfics instead of flirting up a storm with James Marsters?

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It was two weeks later. Angel had not heard a word from the mysterious Clara. He was thinking about that as he sat at his desk, his fingers templed beneath his chin. Wesley came in just then and saw that Angel was in deep thought. He had had that look now for two weeks, and whenever he looked like that, Wesley thought he must be thinking of either Cordy or Fred. Certainly Wesley thought of Fred enough that everyone knew the look on his face when she was on his mind. This Illyria was bugging the hell out of him. All he wanted was for the weird clothes, the blue stuff around her face, and the bulbous and gross blue eyes to disappear, and to see Fred underneath that hideous costume.
He was closing the door when Angel snapped out of his reverie. "Wesley!" he called. Wes stepped into the office and looked at Angel. He still looked troubled and confused, but Wes decided to tell him anyway. He took off his glasses and wiped them on the end of his shirt. "There still haven't been any leads for a way to save Fred, and I was wondering if -"
"No, Wes," he said, looking down at his desk top, looking as sad as ever. "We can't do that. I miss her as much as you do, but it's still against the law." Wesley nodded and stepped out of the room. No harm in asking.
As he closed the door behind him and took a step out into the main area of the building, he ran into a girl wearing all black, tight clothes. She looked like what might have been a female Spike. Except her hair wasn't blonde. Wesley guessed it was just the way she walked and the attitude that surrounded her that made him think she was a female Spike. She looked at Wes with disdain and said, "Watch where you're goin'." Then shoved him out of the way. Quite taken aback, Wesley just stared as the girl walked into Angel's office. Wesley doubted she had made an appointment.
Angel looked up to see Clara walk into the office. She looked like she was going to kick someone's ass again, so he felt a little scared. He couldn't even help it. The last time she had looked like that he had ended up thirty something feet up in the air. She slammed the door unnecessarily and sat down in the chair across from his desk, throwing her leg over the arm.
At his surprised look, Clara said, "I'm here for the job offer?"
Angel nodded and then Clara bit out, "And don't think that I came because I had a choice. It was either homeless and asking, 'Would you like fries with that?' all day or -" she stopped and motioned around the office - "This."
Angel nodded again and continued shuffling around in his desk .The filing system was that there was no filing system. Finally he pulled out what he was looking for and with ease, tossed it directly into Clara's lap. She looked down and picked it up. Then she flicked her wrist and a pen came flying into her outstretched hand. Angel looked at the top of his desk and noticed that he was now pen-less. She filled out the form and easily sent it over to him. He looked down at it and said with surprise, "Toxic?"
"Oops," said Clara, and flicked her wrist again. The form came back and so did the pen. She crossed out Toxic and wrote Clara. "That's what all my friends called me before I ran away." She sent the form back over to him and he looked down at it again. "You know there's going to be a little bit of a problem with you only being seventeen. I mean, this job does recquire some actual work and a little bit of a tough stomach. I also think you have to be able to -"
"Please Angel," she said. "Do you really think I can't handle myself? Just tell me if you think I have a job or not."
"Well with that kind of attitude," Angel said, not able to help himself.
"With this kind of attitude what? And don't tell me you don't hire people like me. Don't think I can't see Spike in there."

"Stop looking in my head!" he yelled. Clara didn't even flinch. "I guess you have the job. Come to work on Monday."
"Am I gonna have a lame job?" she asked , standing up and impatiently shifting her weight to one side.
"I would like a jumbo shake and fries with that please," Angel said warily. Clara got the point and left the room. She bumped into Gunn, who turned and stared after her as she left the building.
Gunn burst into Angel's office without knocking and made Angel start, and look up sharply in surprise. "Now, tell me who that girl was with the fine butt and no one gets hurt."
"Gunn," Angel said, waving a hand at him dismissively. "This is a working environment and that happens to be one of our prospective employees."

"Can I be partnered with her?"
"She's a mind reader and a telekenetic," Angel said in warning.
"So what? Anyone with a booty like that has GOT to be partnered with me."
"Whatever Gunn. Was that all you had to say?"

"Well, no. But I can't remember what else it was, so I guess I'll go. See ya man!"