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Chapter Three

Harmony walked into Gunn's office with his coffee. "So, are we still going out tonight?" she asked.

"It's all booked. The meal, the table. . . just got to get down there," Gunn replied. Harmony smiled.

"And how's that going to be?" she asked.

"I'm gonna ask Angel for one of his cars. . . though. . . I'd have to tell him I was seeing someone. Won't tell him who. . . but I may get one of his classy cars," Harmony smiled at this comment. "Only the best for my girl," Gunn continued. Harmony walked over, and sat on his desk.

"So, I am your girl am I now?" Harmony asked.

"Officially. . . I'm hoping that's what you would agree to. . ." Harmony stood up and walked over to him. She put her hands on his shoulders and whispered in his ear.

"I would agree to that," she said softly. Suddenly, she jumped backwards, taking her hands off his shoulder.

"Uh. . . hi Angel. . . bossy. . . boss. . ." she said, shaking. Did he see anything?

"I just wanted a word with Gunn," the souled Vampire explained.

"And I was just bringing his coffee," the blonde giggled nervously. "And I'm going now." Harmony smiled and walked out of Gunn's office.

"Anyway Gunn," Angel said, sitting down. "I heard you wanted to talk to me."

"Yeah," Gunn replied. "I know you'd probably disagree. . . but I'm going on a date tonight, and I'd like to show up in something flashy so. . ."

"You'd like to borrow my clothes?" the Vampire questioned.

"No! Your car! Well. . . one of them." Angel nodded and handed Gunn some keys. "Thanks Angel."

"No problem. Take any you like." Angel stood up and left.

--

"Wow Gunn. This is amazing!" Harmony said, looking around the restaurant.

"Always the best. And there's our table." Holding hands, Harmony and Gunn made their way over to their table.

"And again, wow!" she said. She looked up and the chandeliers over looking the wooden tables, with their intricate carved legs. "And there are little candles and everything!" At that moment, a waiter walked over and lit the small candles. He turned down the chandelier making the lighting over the table slightly dimmer.

"Thank you," Gunn said to him.

"It's so romantic!" Harmony almost squealed.

"Will you be ordering your starters?" the waiter asked.

"Yes," Gunn replied. He flashed his Wolfram and Hart card. "Can we please have the specially requested champagne ordered by the company and could we please have the official business standard of work from those evening?" Gunn requested. The waiter nodded.

"As you wish sir."

"And now for starters. . ." Gunn continued. "Soup for me please. The vegetable soup. And Harmony?" The blonde looked through the menu.

"The same please," she decided. "And can we please have the bread rolls in the basket? And butter?" she asked.

"Certainly madam," the butler said. "Will that be all for now sir?" Gunn nodded, and the waiter wondered off.

"Don't you order the main course as well?" Harmony asked.

"If you did that, we'd still be eating the starter when we get the main course!" Harmony watched shocked, as their starter was placed in front of them. "Wolfram and Hart run restaurant. The quickest service to those who work at the law firm," Gunn explained.

"Great. Can I start?" Harmony asked. Gunn laughed and nodded.

"Course you can!" Gunn replied. "You don't need to ask. Just tuck in."

--

"Thank you so much!" Harmony said, hugging him. "I have had the best night ever."

"Anytime Princess." They broke apart and Harmony looked at him.

"I'm your princess?" she asked.

"Harmony, of course you are," Gunn replied. From behind the column, Eve rolled her eyes.

"Gunn's getting soft," she muttered. "That implant really is doing it's job. . ."

--

Gunn looked through his door at Harmony sitting at her desk, filing her nails. He saw Spike wonder over, and he wished he could hear what they were saying. . .

--

"Spike. Angel called, said maybe you should take the day off. Or the year. You're choice," Harmony said.

"Can't wait to see that back of me hey?" Spike questioned.

"Hey! I never said that!" Harmony retorted.

"Yeah well. Sooner I can get out of here the better. Think I wanna stick around when I could be looking for Buffy? Nah, I wanna leave. But I can annoy Peaches, so I suppose there really is a cause." Spike stood there, thinking.

"You and that stupid Slayer obsession!"

"Jealous are we Harm?" Spike asked.

"If you want to go around sucking her mouth that's fine with me. I have my own life now, and I don't need you!"

A crash, and a demon, around eight foot tall, crashed through the ceiling. Shrieking, Harmony tried to grab onto Spike. Channeling all of his power, he made his hand corporeal, grabbed her hand and they ran into an office.

"Should be safe in her," Spike decided.

"My god! How many floors did that thing crash through?" Harmony asked.

"About eight," Spike decided. "Maybe nine." The two Vampires watched through the glass walls, as Angel took on the demon single-handed. Gunn stood to the right, Wesley on the left. Gunn could see Harmony and Spike, crouching down under a table. That really was enough. . .

--

He'd seen them together, alone, on three separate occasions that day. It was beginning to get ridiculous. He decided to take matters into his hands. He waited until Spike was gone, and then stormed over to the front desk. He grabbed Harmony's wrist.

"Hey!" she said, and he practically dragged her into his office. "What's the big idea pal!" she questioned.

"I have had enough! I've tried to be patient, but everywhere I turn it's you and him!" Gunn shouted at her.

"So that's it. You're jealous. Well, you know what? I don't care either way!" Her sharp words hit him like knives. She really didn't care what he wanted.

"Then maybe we should break up!" He fired at her.

"Maybe we should!" He pointed to the door, and she angrily stormed out.