Wolfram and Hart's New Guest

By jessebelle

A/N: Okay, despite one, really horrid review, I don't plan to Go back to reading fanfiction and leaving writing to the people who actually thought their plot's through. Ugh, I don't really mind criticism; but I do mind how rude it's written. So, everyone, if you don't have your favorite character in the story and want to make a complaint, or, if you don't think that the plots thougjt through, which, is kinda hard to pick up on since it's THE BEGINNING OF THE FRICKIN' STORY!, or if you think I should stop writing fanfiction, please send all of your comments to my e-mail address, rogueaikorn.com, and they can go straight to the trash. Now, for those of you who are still interested in reading my story, go ahead, here's the next chapter, and I hope you'll read and review.

Toodles, jessebelle

After entering the huge lobby, Hermione had decided that she was underdressed. Therefore, she was now in one of the bathrooms trying to fix her appearance up. Looking at herself in the mirror, Hermione made a face. She remembered her cousin Harmony and knew how good her cousin looked. Unfortunately she had gotten the bad jeans. Compared to Harmony and Cordelia, she was definitely the ugly duckling of the family.

After seeing her hair, Hermione had to chuckle. Spending all night on a plane had made it extra frizzy. She wondered what Charles had thought when he saw her. The only thing that could be done was put her hair up. So, that's what she did. Her hair was now in a high ponytail and she had a few pieces framing her face. It wasn't the most stylish hairdos, but it'd have to do.

The next thing she had to criticize about her appearance was her clothing. Charles had taken her bags so she had nothing to change into. Luckily, her jeans looked all right and the sweater wasn't too bad either. Though she rarely wore it, she felt it was her duty to carry a bit of lip-gloss in her purse, which she didn't use much either. Putting a bit on her lips, she nodded in the mirror satisfied with her quick clean up. Grabbing her purse, she took another deep breath before exiting the bathroom. She'd already found out that she needed to get to the 13th floor, so she headed for the elevators. If she'd been just a few seconds slower, she would have scene Lorne exiting the opposite elevator.

"Is she here yet?" Harmony had been extra peppy all day. Quite frankly, no one thought they'd be able to handle when her cousin did arrive.

"No Harmony." Angel found himself wishing he had a stake. He turned toward the rest of the group, his employees, making sure they understood what he'd been saying. "Okay, everyone, just remember not to mention anything to do with magic, the supernatural, demons, or anything like that. Harmony's cousin doesn't know about anything in our line of work and we want to keep it that way as long as possible. And when she does need to know, we'll break it to her gently. Okay?"

Everyone nodded. Angel found he was enjoying being in charge. He dismissed everyone except his friends. When everyone was gone, he plopped himself lazily in his chair. "Ugh."

"I here ya Peaches."

"When is she due to arrive?" Wesley was sprawled out on one of the couches.

"Is she here yet?" Harmony was bouncing on the balls of her feet.

Angel rubbed his forehead. "Harmony, why don't you go and wait for her in the lobby. You can impress her with your desk."

Harmony's smile got brighter. "Good idea boss." She practically skipped as she left.

"Finally, one more minute of her and I think I would have staked myself."

Angel looked at Spike. "Maybe I should call her back in."

Spike scowled. "Ha, Ha. Seriously though, can you imagine two of them, for an entire year, and this one's part cheerleader? Why did you agree to this again?"

Angel looked up and faced Spike and Wesley. "Honestly, I don't remember. I just hope she gets here before-"

"Boss, is she here yet?" Harmony's annoying voice came over the intercom.

Wesley cracked a smile and Spike rolled his eyes. Angel groaned. "Harmony, I wouldn't know. But if you ask me one more time-"

"Okay boss, I'll just leave you alone now. Do you want me to let you know when she comes?"

Angel sighed. "Yes, Harmony." He looked at the window and observed his secretary watching the elevators. Each time one opened, she started bouncing in her seat.

"I think I'll just wait somewhere else before the new chit arrives. Let me know when she gets here so I can hide." Spike left the office.

Wesley sighed over on the couch. "Do you think we'll be able to handle it?"

"What, having a Harmony clone or having a Cordelia clone?"

Wesley swung his feet over the couch and straightened his clothes. "Both really."

"Honestly, I don't know. But hey, think of it this way, I highly doubt that anybody could be worse then Harmony. And she's British like you, doesn't that imply she's got some type of manners."

Wesley rolled his eyes. "We can only hope."