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Notes: This is before Doyle died and before Rebecca Lowell came on the scene. Let's just say Angel, Doyle and Cordelia had another FAMOUS client... After that went well, and Angel didn't try to bite her like he did Rebecca, she left one happy bunny and now, a magazine wants to interview the team of Angel Investigations... Heh!
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"Angel, come ON... It won't kill you to talk to the woman!" Said Cordelia, severely huffed, "Plus, you don't really want to hold back my burgeonings of a wonderful star-studded career, do you?"
"I said no..." The ensouled vampire moved past his secretary, shaking his head. Ever since their first 'more than famous' client, Cordelia had become fame-hungry - attending more auditions, even lining them up an interview with some reporter from a little-known newspaper that ran its business downtown.
"Angel!" She followed him, unrelentlessly, Doyle shuffling behind a grin on his face. He'd worked with the two for a few weeks now and knew when Angel's efforts were pointless - Cordelia, a definite stiffener, had the ability to get what she wanted, even from Angel, though he didn't like to admit it. "Look, it took me two HOURS to get in touch with this woman. Do you know how much I could've got done round the office in that time?"
"You don't DO anything round the office!" Said Angel, indignantly.
There was a pause, in which Cordelia nodded, "Okay, but if I'd put my MIND to it, do you know how much I could have got done?"
"I said no, Cordelia."
"She just wants to talk about the case! Angel - this could be the break we need. Do you know how many acting jobs I can-"
"I thought this was our break?!" Said Doyle, glancing at the ranting young woman before him.
"Mouth open, still talking doofus..." She frowned, "Okay, my acting career aside. Angel, we can make MONEY. And if I recall, there's been a distinct lack of it since Ms. Alannah Marquette walked out of here..."
"Cordelia..."
"Angel, please." Cordelia placed her hands on the desk, leaning forward. "She did promise she'd only ask about the case and... Come on, this is a big thing for us! We need to drum up more business..."
"I said no."
"Angel...!" She whined.
"No, Cordelia. I said no and I meant no." With that, he stood and walked to the elevator - book firmly in hand. Glancing at Cordelia, he noticed her face, "Pouting won't work either, I'm not Doyle..."
"Hey!" Said the irish half-demon, "I heard that..."
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Sighing, Cordelia switched the monitor off, picking up her things to go home for the night. She hadn't called the reporter - truth be known, she still kind of hoped that Angel would say yes. So far, he hadn't - hadn't even ventured back upstairs that day. No visions, no cases - he'd even used the sewer entrance to go patrol. He was probably avoiding her.
"Angel! I'm going home!" She called.
No answer.
The brunette pulled on her denim jacket, hand on the door handle, when a voice spoke, "Cordelia?"
She turned round and looked at him, tired, "What, Angel? I'm going home - I'm tired, cranky - and Phantom Dennis promised me a bath."
"Does it really mean that much to you?"
"Why are you asking? You're not going to do it anyway..." She said, frowning.
"Cordelia, I've *seen* Interview with the Vampire - did you watch that movie?"
Arching a perfectly shaped eyebrow, Cordelia shook her head, "Angel - you are nothing like Tom Cruise or Brad Pitt - maybe in an alternate dimension where I thought you were actually hot..."
He shook his head, "Comments like that aren't really encouraging my decision..."
"You mean..." Her face brightened and he couldn't help but grin. He gave a slight nod and then a groan as Cordelia -- exercising what he was SURE was supernatural speed -- ran across the office and leapt into his arms, kissing him all over his face, "I--Love--You--So--Much..." She gasped, between kisses. "Ohhh, did I mention how much I love you?"
Angel chuckled and shook his head, "You might've mentioned it..." Rolling his eyes, he couldn't help but smile. At least she was happy now. "You want a ride home?"
"I live three blocks away." She admonished, shaking her head.
"And? It's still dangerous at night..."
"Awwww," She laughed, putting her hands in her pockets as she sauntered towards the door, "You worried something's going to happen to me?"
"I'm not that lucky..." He teased.
"Bite me!"
The friends parted ways, Angel chuckling as he went down towards his bat-cave-like apartment and wondering what he'd let himself in for...
Cordelia grinning... This was going to be *so* good!!!
End.