Couldn't leave you with only one chapter, had to give you another one. Do not own Buffy or Angel, just Robyn and Melody. Enjoy and please review!

-CandiLand95

xXx Chapter Two xXx

Lorne strode down the hallway skimming over yet another script, thinking of all his clients and his mountain of work on his desk back in his office. He was wearing one of his new outfits today, a ruby red suit with golden buttons, blue striped shirt, red cravat, white scarf and shoes. Very Lorne-like. He stopped in the lobby and sat down on the black leather longue and tried to concentrate on his work but he found it almost impossible. Ideas, thoughts, plans and jobs were flying through his mind, screaming at him to focus on them. He had been there for two weeks and he had given in to the evil of Wolfram and Hart, not that he would mention what he did to his friends… they would never understand the pressure he was under and still is under.

Lorne groaned as he flung the papers on the seat next to him and rubbed his red eyes, trying to deal with his newly found migraine. He rested his head on his hands and stared at the cream carpet trying to get a moments peace while everyone walked past him, ignoring the green demon and his moaning. 'Get it together Lorne, the show stops for no demon…' the annoying voice in his head sang a little too cheerful for Lorne's liking.

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Meanwhile Robyn hurried over to the elevator shouting "Hold the elevator!" her high-heels slowing her down tremendously. Fred who was in the elevator holding her box of homely stuff for her office quickly stood in the doorway so Robyn could get past the sensors. "Thanks." Robyn said to Fred who adjusted her hold on the box. Robyn looked at Fred and noticed how tiny she was, so thin but she looked really healthy, her hair a tangle of brown waves and her eyes a light but rich brown. "I'm running late for an interview with a Mr…" Robyn said as she fumbled with her handbag and pulled out a scrunched up piece of paper and quickly blew a strand of loose hair out her face. "Wyndam-Pryce"

Fred's doe-like eyes lit up and her smile widened like a Cheshire cat's. "Oh Wesley? You must be the new applicant for Angel's sectary job." Robyn laughed and nodded as she stuffed the paper back into her handbag. Fred noticed her accent wasn't from America and felt a pang of sympathy for the girl 'She must be new to LA…she's so wide eyed and lost' "My name's Winifred Burkle, but everyone calls me Fred." She said warmly.

Robyn smiled at the petite brunette. "Robyn White. No preferred nicknames, just Robyn." They both giggled and began talking about little things that didn't really matter until the elevator opened and Robyn looked and saw it was her stop. "Well, see you around Fred. It was really nice meeting you."

"You to Robyn, I hope you get the job." Fred said shyly, praying Wesley would be nice and let her have the job.

"Thanks!" Robyn shouted over her shoulder. The elevator doors closed and Robyn took a deep breath and hummed a song her mother sung to her to comfort her when she was scared. Feeling a little more relaxed, she strode confidently across the lobby, still humming the song.

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Lorne heard the elevator door open and someone walk out. His instincts whispered to him, telling him to look and so he slowly raised his head. His eyes widened as he saw the beautiful auburn haired woman walked with confidence and pride. Her skin was so pale, contrasting with her red hair that was tied back into a bun, her green eyes dark and filled with life and joy. His eyes were hungrily drinking in her curvy form wrapped tightly in her yummy professional outfit. Lorne watched as her confident stride made her breasts bob up and down creating naughty images in the Pylean's head.

Lorne quickly looked away and mentally scolded himself. 'Oh god Lorne Stop it! Get a grip! She's most likely an evil lawyer'

'A beautiful, evil lawyer.' Said a sly voice in the back of his mind.

'It's not all about looks!' he mentally hissed, glancing down at his hands, seeing his green skin and red nails. His thoughts were cut short as she walked towards him humming softly under her breath giving him a glimpse of her soul. 'Soft, golden, gentle, strong… slayer?' He read as she walked past him to Wesley's office. "Angel!" he shouted, seeing his worn boss stepping out of the elevator looking around at the lobby.

"Lorne, am I on the right level?" Angel asked worriedly. Lorne sighed; he could feel the waves of worry flooding from the brood-loving vampire.

Lorne walked over to him, looking almost as worried as Angel. "Uh, Angel-heart, we got a bit of a situation..."

"Um, first Lorne could we go to my office? I'd rather not have a lobby full of evil workers listening in on our conversations." Angel said, glancing at the workers who passed them without speaking. Lorne nodded and lead Angel down the hallway, turning several times until they reached Angel's office where Angel closed the doors and sighed. "Okay Lorne, what happened?"

Lorne sat down on the lounge arm and ran his hand through his brown and gold hair. "I don't know how to tell ya this Ang, but the slayer's here…"

Angel's eyes lit up like lights on a Christmas tree and Lorne's stomach twisted uncomfortably. "Faith's here? Or do you mean Buffy? Where...?" Lorne shook his head and looked straight into the dark avenger's brown eyes.

"Neither sweet-pea. There's a girl here and she was hummin' a sweet little tune I have never heard of, and believe me that's a first, and… she's the new slayer…" Lorne said, his voice dying down as he concluded. Angel sat down at his new desk, sighing as he did, Lorne watched his boss and friend with worry.

"Lorne…" Angel began, clasping his hands together. "Buffy and her friends made a spell to awaken any possible slayer, give them the strength and power of a slayer. Who was she? If she works here she must be evil…" Angel asked.

"I saw her soul…" he chuckled and looked up at Angel. "I think I saw an angel, Angel." Lorne said, remembering the brilliant green eyes surrounded by dark long eyelashes. He shook his head, trying to free him of the images of the red-headed angel. "I saw her walking to Wes's office."