Chapter Four
"Champion"
Angel walked down the hall toward his office, eyes travelling over the papers stacked in his hands, Three cases, four murder victims, and one lawyer he had to have Lorne read. Wonderful. Another really long list...
"I need to get more sleep." Angel sighed, letting the stack of papers he had been reading drop to his side. He ran a hand down his face. It was true, he hadn't slept in days. Not since... Not since Spike.
He sighed again, opening the door to his office and walking into the darkened room. As he dropped the papers down on his desk, he saw movement off to his right. Quickly, he reached out and flipped on the desk light.
"Eve." he said, voice stone cold, eyes starring at the little blonde on his couch. He had to say, he wasn't exactly surprised. He really had no desire to deal with her right now. Or anytime for that matter. "What do you want? My office hours are-"
"I know your hours Angel. I just came to tell you that you might want to check on Spike." she said, standing and smiling slightly.
"Spike? He's fine. He's-"
"In your penthouse. I know. The Shaman's are reading high levels of stress from your end of the building. I'm just saying-"
"Yeah, what did you want from me again?" Angel asked, crossing his arms and furrowing his brows. "Somehow I doubt this little chat is really about Spike."
"Spike's now an asset to this firm. Anything should happen to the newest Champion..."
"Get out." Angel ordered. I really hate that word.
"Look, all I'm saying is, maybe it wasn't such a good idea to take him away so soon."
"I can look after Spike. I've had pets before." he replied coldly. Eve smiled slightly and nodded.
"Just trying to look out for the Cham-"
"Get out." Angel snarled, a growl growing in his throat. Eve's eyes widened slightly. Just enough for Angel to know he scared her. But she smoothed it all over with a casual nod.
"You got it, Boss." she replied, giving him a little wave and closing the door behind her.
I really hate that word...
