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And here's chapter three...
Hank woke up the next day with an awful headache. Getting off of the couch, he looked around. The basement was littered with empty whisky bottles. He got up and took several painstaking strides towards the stairs. With each step he took, it felt like his head was exploding.
Going up to the second floor of the house, Hank walked to his room and chose a suit from his closet. Putting it on slowly, he glanced around. Silently thanking Buffy for closing the curtains, Hank picked up his briefcase and walked out. He walked down the staircase and into the foyer. He glanced at the large mirror and stared for several moments.
His clothes were are rumpled, his tie askew. His thinning hair was sticking up at odd angles and his eyes bloodshot. Today was just not his day.
Opening the main door, Hank walked out of the house and into his car. His keys laying forgotten on the dining table. Hank pushed the gas pedal and frowned when the car didn't react. Hank pushed it again, harder this time and again the car didn't do anything. Angry, he slammed the briefcase into the car until there was a decent dent, about six inches in diameter.
Hank got back into the car and pushed the gas pedal again. Nothing. He reached into the ignition to pull out the keys, but found nothing was there. Groaning, Hank jogged up to the house, grabbed the keys, and twenty minutes later, reached the law firm.
As he opened the heavy wooden doors to his office, he noticed the place was surrounded by cardboard boxes, all marked William S. Giles. Walking towards his desk, Hank noticed all of his things were gone.
As if knowing Hank was already there, one of the Senior Partners entered the room. "Morning Hank." Hank didn't even look up. "I expect you're a bit puzzled to see your things not here." The man looked up and seeing Hank's non-responsive face, he continued. "Well, Mr. Giles preferred this room from the one we have given him. We hope you don't mind. Your office is just down the hall, here I'll show you. By the way, your forty-five minutes late. Mr. Giles came here early."
Hank followed the man down the long hall, two thoughts passing through his mind. One: His day couldn't get any worse. Two: He hated William Giles.
His new office was nothing compared to his old one. The desk was pathetically small and the window wasn't even half the size of his old one. Thanking the Senior Partner, Hank went to the lobby to get his daily coffee. On his way there, he was able to hear different conversations all on the same topic– the new director.
"I hear he's from England."
"Why are they making a twenty-five year old Director?"
"He's the heir to one of the biggest fortunes in England!"
"I heard he's gonna fire half of us."
"It's an outrage!"
"A scandal!"
Hank kept walking to the lobby, when he spotted two of Buffy's friends, Anya-the company's auditor and Xander-one of the new interns. Both of didn't seem pleased with the current arrangements.
"He's here to steal our money." Anya protested. Xander nodded, "The new guy's all bark but no bite, unlike us real men." He pounded his chest for good measure.
Anya turned and looked at Hank. "Buffy isn't going to stop by today is she?" The look on Hank's face answered her question. Without even meeting him Buffy already hated Mr. Giles. Who could blame her?
"Attention, would all of WolframHart's associates and staff report to the front lobby immediately. Thank you." One of the intercoms blared.
"What could that be for?" Anya asked sarcastically.
"Probably the new guy." Xander answered.
As if on cue, a large door opened and the Seniors Partners walked in, leading a very good looking Mr. Giles.
"Let us welcome," The tallest of them said, "Our new Director of Commissions, Mr. William Giles."
"Please, call me Spike" The new director said as he winked at a small cluster of females who began to giggle uncontrollably. Even Anya's face was in awe.
They took the next couple of hours questioning the young man, and to Hank's dismay, everyone seemed that they thought Spike was perfect for the job. Even Hank's closest friend's believed Spike had potential. By the end of the day, the females all thought Spike rivaled the Greek gods and the males all considered him to be the best thing that had happened to the law firm.
This chapter doesn't say much, but I needed it to get out of the way so that the Spuffyiness could start!
Reviews wouldbe much appreciated.
Rowe