When she arrived at Virgin, the lines were horrendously long. She flashed her press pass and cut to the front where Cordelia was checking her makeup and applying her Dior lipgloss.

"Cordelia." Buffy regarded her nemesis, flipping her hair.

Cordelia closed her compact and put it in her Chloe bag. "Buffy" She smiled cruelly.

"What are you doing here?"

"Daddy's a huge fan." She replied.

Buffy rolled her eyes "Sure."

"So, I heard about your 'date'." She snickered.

"Oh, you did, did you?" Buffy wrinkled her nose.

"The details were so juicy." Cordelia yawned in sarcasm. "Too bad he didn't kiss you. He has the most wonderful lips."

"That's great, Cordelia."

"He's coming over tonight." Cordelia smiled.

"I'll believe that when-" Her phone rang.

"Hmmm. Speak of the devil." Cordelia leapt ahead in line.

"Hello?" Buffy answered her phone.

"Hey. Look, I know I called you about dinner in Central Park, but-"

"You have to cancel?" Buffy sighed.

"The boss wants me to work late-"

"Sure." She replied sarcastically. "Cordelia's already told me that you're going over to her place."

"You're going to believe Cordelia? Buffy, she's lying." He replied angrily.

"Somehow she knew about our 'date'."

"Hey, I'm not gonna lie to you, Cordelia and I have a history. I dated her in college, bad decision on my part…but there is nothing going on. I swear to you. She's just being her regular bitchy jealous self."

"Oh, that makes me feel so wonderful, Angel." She replied, rolling her eyes.

"Look, I'm just being honest. Point is, I'm not with her anymore. I realized that I didn't like her world. I left it. I put myself into schoolwork. Studied hard. I got out of there."

"Oh."

"I guess I'll talk to you later. I'm getting the evil eye."

"Okay." Buffy replied.

"I'll call you."

"I'll answer."

"Good."

"Bye."

"'Hello New York! You're watching New York One and tonight we have a socialite television special. We'll be coming to you live from the most bangin' clubs, hottest cribs, and of course, the big spender boutiques.'" Buffy rolled her eyes. She hated these shows, always flaunting and bragging about the rich and famous. Sadly, it was either this or Back to the Future 3 on TBS.

"'Our first segment is about the haunts of our city's 'Working Girls', publicists, stylists, journalists, artists…We'll start with Buffy Summers-'" She just about died. She was a socialite? She was at home on a Wednesday night with a pint of Ben and Jerry's! Were the producers smoking crack?

"'Beautiful and talented, Buffy lives near Central Park. She is often seen out with her darling chocolate lab, Ernie. She's also been photographed at Virgin Records and Serendipity. She shops, she sleeps, she sneezes, she writes! A weekly columnist for Ellison, she gives must-read advice for the twenty-something set. Always at odds with former-comrade, Cordelia Chase of McAllister, she's always on her best behavior. Though not a conspicuous socialite, she always finds a way to get herself out there. Next on our list, Marika Hollingsworth. Born in the Hamptons…'"

Buffy took some Tylenol as the phone rang. She shook, unsettled. Everything was ringing: her work phone, her personal cell, her home phone, her head.

She answered the work phone first. "Hello?"

"Hello, darling."

"Cordelia?"

"Correct."

"Why are you calling?" Buffy spat.

"Hasty are we?"

"I just want to know why you're calling me! Jealous?"

Cordelia snorted "Of course not, just informing you that you might want to keep your eye on New York One. Two little someone's are going to get face time."

"If you're dumb, who's dumber?"

Cordelia cackled as the phone disconnected.

"'We're to our final socialite…drum roll, Cordelia Chase! We're here at her office. Rival of once-best-friend Buffy Summers, she's at the top of her game, highest paid columnist in New York City. We have a personal interview.'

'Hi, Cordelia!'

'Hello, Melissa!' kiss kiss

'How does it feel to be on the New York One Socialite List?'

'I'm euphoric, actually, as you probably know, this is my third year on the list…'"

Buffy rolled her eyes

" 'Yes! That must be great.'

'It is! My boyfriend and I are going out to celebrate tonight! Probably out to Spider.'

'Who is your man-candy these days? Wasn't it Aaron Lewis?'

'Aw! I wish! He's so amazing! Actually, my newest is Angel O'Connor'"

Buffy's jaw dropped

'Angel! Sweetie!' Angel ran in, frenzied and sweaty, obviously displeased.

'Wow! He's gorgeous!' Melissa, the idiotic overpaid sycophant, gushed

'Isn't he? Angel, come here and sit down!' Cordelia practically barked. He rolled his eyes and sat down

'I believe we've got a brooder' Melissa said proudly to the camera

cue fake audience laughter"

Buffy turned the television off in disgust. Her work phone rang again.

"Hello?" Buffy replied to the buzz.

"Hello? Buffy?"

"Yes?"

"Hello, I'm from Chanel and I'm just wondering whether you'd like to be involved with our latest campaign."

"Oh, that'd be amazing." She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

"We'll call you tomorrow."

Her column went out and she wrote another one.

A monumental week!

This week has been insane! I met Paul McCartney, I was listed on New York One's Socialite List, and I got an amazing modeling contract with Chanel! All on Wednesday, nothing so awesome and yet so ironic has happened in one day before. My life is slightly boring. A day in the life of Buffy Summers:

I get up and walk the dog, I come to work, get some coffee, write for a few hours, leave, shop, eat, and sleep

There's nothing miraculous about me, and yet! …

Buffy's cellphone rang and she checked the caller. Angel. She groaned and closed it immediately. She left for the bathroom and when she came back, a gift basket was on her desk.

For my favorite socialite! A note read. It was chock full of gifts: chocolates, coupons for couture, spa gift certificates, and also a necklace with a pearl pendant.

She was beginning to wonder who admired her that much. She looked around, clueless, searching for any semblance of meaning. A paper airplane soared gracefully into her office. She picked it up.

It's not that easy, pet. You'll find out soon enough.

It was an enigma she didn't mind solving. She took a bite of a chocolate truffle with satisfaction.

At home, there was a note waiting for her, practically shellacked to her door.

She opened it.

"Buffy,

I'm sorry. It was an accident. Please answer my calls. I miss you.

Angel."

Her eyes narrowed and she ripped it off and once inside, she stuffed it into the trash.

Her photo-shoot was well underway. She was in a gorgeous Chanel gown cradling a bottle of overpriced perfume. Oh yeah, this is the life, She smiled.

Putting her clothes back on, her phone rang again. She almost wanted to throw it against the wall. But instead she answered it.

"Hello? Buffy?"

"Ummm. Yeah?"

"Hey, it's William. We've gotten horrible news." He muttered.

"What horrible news?"

"You know that guy at McAllister?"

"Which one?"

"Angel O'Connor? The guy on the thing on New York One last night?"

"Uh-huh?"

"Well, he um…"

"WHAT?"

"He took Cordelia Chase's job. He's your leading competitor."

"OhmyGod!" She cried.

"Do you need ice cream, coffee, what?"

"It's…er…nothing." She replied, her voice shaking slightly.

"Oh. Okay." He said, relieved.

"Thanks, William."

"You can call me Spike."

She laughed. "Okay, thanks, Spike."

there's a long chappie for yah, it was going to be longer, butI lost some of it. :(