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Lilah narrowed her eyes as he said the sex was earth-shattering. “It’s not my fault you can’t properly please a woman without using magic. Pathetic old man,” she hissed before stepping away from him. She watched as he dressed, her smirk still in place.

When he broke the spell on the room, and opened the door, she stepped out of it and stopped. “You’ll be working for the firm soon enough. I like to play dirty, and I always get what I want Mister Giles. I’ll make sure you get a nice cubicle,” Lilah happily said as she went back into the den.

Ethan looked at her for a moment and Lilah smiled at him. Maybe Ethan could help her with getting Rupert on her side. She’d have to look into it. But, at the moment, she wanted to go home and take a long, hot shower, and wash the smell of a certain ex-Watcher off her.
  • Sitting back, Giles snapped his mobile phone shut and rubbed his hand over the bottom of his face. Faith had apparently woken up in Sunnydale a few days before and had spent some time there making trouble for Buffy and the Scoobies before making a run for it.

    And now she was here in Los Angeles. His contact had said that she had been seen with some people who were known to have connections to Wolfram and Hart. It didn't take a brain trust to realize what was going on. A rogue Slayer. With known issues and blood lust? Hanging around Angel's place?

    Wolfram and Hart had made their first move in trying to get to Angel. He was rather disappointed, though. The way Lilah had spoken, he was rather expecting something grander and more interesting.

    "You do have a way with birds, Ri--Rupert," Ethan said as he walked into the lounge where Giles had been sitting making the phone calls.

    He looked up at him. "What in the bloody hell are you on about?"

    "That bird. Miss Morgan."

    "What about her? She left, said she wasn't coming back. Or at least, made it fairly clear she wasn't."

    "Well, you might want to tell her that. She's in the gents downstairs," Ethan told her as he sat down on the couch. "Looked like she'd been knocked a good one, too."

    "What?"

    Getting up, Giles hurried down to the loo on the first floor and knocked on the door. "Lilah? Lilah Morgan, I know you're in there. What's going on?"
    • Her mouth finally stopped stinging, but there was blood on her favorite blouse. Lilah sighed and looked at herself in the mirror for a moment, wondering how she’d gotten to this point in her life. Holland and Lindsey were walking all over her, and now she was in Rupert’s magic fun circus, hiding in the men’s bathroom. How pathetic had she become?

      Tears begun to sting her eyes and she let out a sob. Lilah rarely cried but at the moment she didn’t care. She was tired of working her ass off, only to be made a mockery of. Lindsey and Holland were probably having a good laugh about it at the moment with their little demon friend. She’d given up her soul for the firm and this was the thanks she’d gotten.

      When there was a knock on the door, followed by Rupert’s face, Lilah growled in frustration. She didn’t want to see him, even though she had came to the place where he lived. Fucking Ethan probably ran off and told him. After splashing water on her face, she went to the door and pulled it open.

      “I was having car trouble and I was near here. Spying on you,” she lied. How pathetic. Why couldn’t she lie to him? She had no problem lying to the California supreme court, but the moment she’s faced with the man she’d fucked twice, and she crumbled. “I was trying to change my tire and needed to wash up.”

      Without saying another word, Lilah started to walk by him but suddenly stopped. “You know, screw Holland and Lindsey. Wolfram and Hart hired Faith to kill Angel. She’s being offered a large sum of money, plus they told her they can get the murder charges dropped against her,” she said.
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