Despite my desperate attempt to be a quick and attentive writer, i for some reason went away for a bit longer than i have before due to other personal reasons.
So, i apologize, but in return i've got major updatage to give...only i'm gonna say it plainly: it's wierd.
yup...so....i hope you like it...i would say it's my x-mas gift or one o' the eight Hanukah gifts and what-not....but i've been mysterious-depression gal for a bit...so...sorry, i should give warning before any strange crazy "elizabeth is not here right now, please leave a reply and read later" moments...
but yeah, this is another cliffhanger, but at least, i think, a less-agonizing one....so, replies now!
Tempest Duer- Yes, a teaser, it's amazing....or not really...lord i hope you like the update....Oh, dancing bananas!! Oooo....that's pretty damn sweet....you're high now? hmm...that's not good...unless it's a natural high....that's what you meant to say, *wink* right?
The Rose24-Oooo....oops, i'm sorry you've been axiousafied, i meant to update sooner, only i had writers block, depression problemma...and now, now i bring lots of updates for you, i hope you aren't bored with it, i really tried to make it as plausable as possible...i think....or okay...maybe i didn't...whoops...
YMKA-Marina! Hiya...oh thanks, i'm glad you liked it! you replied last time? yeah, i believe you did too, and i think i replied as well....Hmmm....you'd kill Anya? Oh dear, that's not so sweet as i had imagined you to be, marina. damn, Bob has been now sequestered as BOB...ah well....oh i'm glad i made you laugh though, i'm a little, meaning really late, in saying thanks for it.
willow fan7-you! You missy! threatening....psh...not strong enough....nah...it's all good, you got me writing, some times i just don't....and then think, "eh, they won't care...." so...good good. Yes, i'm hoping my get-rid-of-anya-plan will kick in as a good idea....and yes, Bob....jees...i swear when i wrote it i had no idea it could stand for batter-operated-boyfriend....oh yes, marina had a field day in the chat room with me, explaining what Bob really meant....*shudder* how sad that name is to me now....*stares at teaser thingy* oh crap...i'm a week late....oops....well.....it's long....is that okay?
Arwen276-oh good, i should make a pinata for people! an anya pinata...yes...except not our anya...uglier....plastic-surgery-gone-wrong-anya....there we go...
sam darls-thanks, yeah, my sketching and it's wierdness, i swear, it's crazy! thanks sammi
allykat-Oh good, he's a hit with the allykat...i'm happy now....hee...yeah that was my 'comic line of the update' i believe...sorry for taking so long....
WintersDreamer-oh good, i'm glad you likah revenge....in a totally safe and sports-man-like way....Bob is popular to you as well i see....huh...good good...
snuggle79-yeah, i'm sorry, i'm really postponing it again..D'oh! *smacks head* but it shall all be revealed...soon...most of it in this update....this gargantuan update...
bluewillowwitch-Grace, thanks, i appreciate the kind words...i hope you like the update...i worked many a minute on it....seeing as i can't exactly tell how many hours...so we'll say minute...
LostWithoutTara-oh cool, yeah, i hope you like the story too... i'm not into kinky, wierd stuff, i just wanted to really find what would really get the anger mood going in readers to want anya dead....only...umm...i seem to have already done that...soo....i'm not sure if this is a safe update...i might get banned from the kitten board...that'd suck....
sabina-hey, no prob...i hope you like this update...i really worked hard on it, but i'm worried it might cross some lines for people...i don't know..we'll see...
Tempest Duer #2- hey now, thanks! Yeah, it's a charcoal pencil thingy...heh...my sketching killed the pencil though! thanks though, i really like her willowyness too.....just adorable...
Previously:
Two hours, four minutes and countingk…
Oh, there’s the Tara-girl now, walkingk into the office too.
Was there a party in this office? It’s a party, isn’t it? Dey’re havingk a party and yet again, the editor isn’t invited. It’s because of the name isn’t it? Why do so many womenk find the name Bob funny? I come to the new country, and pick the simplest name, and everywhere I go I hear snickering dere, a giggle here…or am I just beingk paranoid?
No, no, Lebowski, it is in your imagination. It is all in your head. Remember what Prof. Johnson said? There’s nothing to fear, but a queer elf. No, wait, no, it was…there’s nothing to fear but the rear of a Celt? No, that can’t be right. What did he say?
The thoughts of Bob Lebowski were cut short with a yelp from the President’s Office.
“I WILL DO NO SUCH THI--!” A muffled cry followed the first outburst, but nothing more was heard after that.
Then again, I’m glad I’m not invited to their strange parties.
Chapter 35
“Willow, please?”
“Heck no!”
“Will, she’s coming back tomorrow!”
“I don’t care.”
“Will, think about it for a moment: four, maybe five minutes of discomfort compared to regular inspections by Anya Jenkins,” Buffy reasoned stressing the final syllables of her statement.
“What part of ‘no’ do you not understand?” Willow growled back.
“It’s the only thing to get her off guard,” Buffy whined.
“How do you know that? There are plenty things we could do, plenty!”
“Such as?”
“Rabbits! Get a whole truck load and dump them on her lap before she has time to say, ‘Bugs Bunny.’”
“Rabbits? Don’t you think she’ll catch onto that? Rabbits don’t mysteriously fall out of the air, and land on the one insane person who happens to have a phobia of them.”
“Why don’t we sue her on account of intimidation of my employees?”
“Willow, Tara told us that that was the first thing she tried looking up,” Buffy said through gritted teeth, “If we were to press charges now, we would need past credible evidence and witnesses, meaning not your best friend, a lawyer that could take on Anya’s attorney, no doubt from the same agency, and the company’s production and progress would be jeopardized while you were away. Besides, a simple lawsuit could take years. Imagine years of Anya, sucking more money out of us. Please, try to understand we just want her out as soon as possible.” Buffy pleaded again.
“I will not, and let me say again, NOT do it,” Willow said approaching Buffy.
“Ugh, you’re being completely unreasonable!”
“Unreasonable?!”
“Yes! You and your selfishness, with the whole ‘Ee-Ore face’ thrown in, why can’t you think of us for one moment?”
“I am thinking of you, but that does not include sacrificing myself to the will of Her just so she doesn’t verbally attack you next time.” “Sticks and stones may break bones, but words kill Buffy,” Willow thought.
“You KNOW what she’s like. You’re just being STUBBORN!” Buffy shouted at Willow.
“STUBBORN?! I’M stubborn?!” Willow exploded. “Oh, who wouldn’t go to the movies in the 11th grade because some one didn’t like the candy served there?”
Tara had been watching for a while now. The two had decided to go at it since she first disclosed her idea. Tara tried laughing off her suggestion of Willow’s part in the plan; it was a half-hazard attempt at humor when she first broke it to the redhead, but it seemed she didn’t take it too well. She didn’t mind if Buffy and Willow turned down the plan, or rejected her idea, but if it actually worked, no more Anya…what she would give to get Anya out of her life once and for all. And she only met her that morning.
“I’ll have you know that Juju Bees are VERY popular, and why the Paramount Theater didn’t have any is just preposterous, it’s cinema food!” Buffy shouted back.
“I don’t care! It was five minutes before the movie was going to start and because of you I had to wait until The Craft came out on tape!”
“Excuse me, Mrs. Wishes-I-Could-Be-A-Witch, but short-skirt wearing teenage sluts does NOT sound very Wacka to me!”
“For the last time, IT’S CALLED WICCA!”
“Same difference!”
“ARGH!” Willow almost lunged for the blond, but Tara intercepted in time to grab the redhead by the torso.
“Willow, calm down,” Willow’s struggling lessoned a tad, but she was still glaring at Buffy who simultaneously glared back. “You don’t have to do it, if you don’t want to,” Tara said soothingly, she slowly curled around the fuming redhead while staring intently at Willow’s face, “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. We can’t force you.”
“Tara!” Buffy cried in angst. She was promised no-more-Anya. No plan means no more no-more-Anya.
“We can’t force her to do anything,” Tara repeated sternly, maintaining eye contact.
“Fine. I’ll be at my desk if you need anything, Mrs. Rosenberg.” Buffy grumbled walking off. The door slammed shut and the window blinds rattled causing the room to take on an eerie silence. Willow was still breathing heavily through her nostrils causing her to take on the look of an angry wildebeest.
“Willow? Are you okay?” Tara asked quietly.
“I—I’m fine.” Willow said resignedly, “I just, I just can’t stand how she acts sometimes. She just, she just gets me all angry when she doesn’t…I mean, she should put herself in my shoes! And then she goes off about Wicca, which by the way is a real religion and has been studied by many an educated person,” Willow said angrily, “But she has to go all Super-Buff on me and get defensive when I try to reason with her and then she calls me unreasonable, and, I-I, I don’t know what to do and, it’s hard to explain, I just…” Willow’s babble had dribbled out with the sensation that was increasing on her side. Tara’s hand had decided to peruse Willow’s waist luxuriously stroking every piece of skin that came within her grasp.
“You know, you’re very sexy when you’re angry Willow,” Tara said huskily.
“I-I am?” Willow’s voice cracked; it’s quite hard to form words when hands are going in…those directions.
“Mmm hmm…very…” Tara said biting onto Willow’s ear causing the redhead to shudder.
“Tara…I’m sorry…”
“It’s okay Willow, we’ll think of something…I just…want…one…thing…” Tara said through feather-light kisses around Willow’s neck.
“A-a-anything…”
“Anything?” Tara asked again sucking on Willow’s earlobe.
“Whatever you w-w-want…”
“Great! Then you’ll get rid of Anya, like I asked you to!” Tara said leaping off Willow’s neck and walking towards the door of the office as airily as possible.
“Oh, and Willow, you’ll get a reward if you do,” Tara said just before walking out, “that is if you still want to,” she called out behind her.
Willow stood there for a moment. After waiting for several minutes for Tara to leap back into the office shouting, “Kidding!” she decided it was to no use.
She walked slowly towards the door, near the cubicle offices, towards the coffee corner, past the Mr. Coffee machine, and poured herself a cup of cold water. Her hands were shaking.
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Outside in the offices papers were flying around; workers were furiously tapping on their gray boxes, trying to make sense of the latest program in place of Page Maker. One man however was having trouble with keeping on task.
“Oh, Lebowski, your appetite is deh worst. I wonder ifk that spare donut is still dere?” Bob had decided to go for a walk in search of his spare old-fashioned. He walked down towards the Coffee Corner. With the swinging in of the door though, he saw what looked like Willow dousing her head continuously with cold water.
He stared at her.
Willow mumbled to herself angrily, “If this is the only way to make myself concentrate after what she did…I don’t know how I’ll survive…”
He then walked right back out again.
“Appetite gone now.”
Chapter 36
Business, business, and more business. It was all about business. Everything came down to what you could or could not produce in your life. That is life: “One baby coming right up! Would you like blue eyes with that?” Humans reproduce. Business produces. Which do you think is better? Business just puts nature in her place by producing efficiently, well except for unregulated monopolies, but that’s Microeconomics 101, not the computer industry.
These gremlins, these lowly workers I see working furiously everyday take for granted the grandeur of it all. They have no idea that their meaningless jobs help keep our modern economy going. They keep money flowing. And yet they mourn their employment! Don’t they realize that their sweat, tears, and blood help those above them become what they are today: successful, profitable and competent capitalists?
Anya Jenkins was making her way back to the WAMK building for the second time this week, the windows and brick walls were looming ahead in the distance. A block or two more and she would have Wil—the company, in her grasp once more.
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“Okay, she’s due to arrive in the next ten minutes,” Buffy said peaking through the blinds, “Are you ready?” she asked turning back to Willow who had been fidgeting in the background of her own office. She nervously looked down at her blouse sleeve, tugging on it gently to make it look even more presentable than before.
“I’m okay, I guess. As okay as the sacrificial lamb heading up to the altar, but okay,” Willow exhaled.
“That’s the spirit!” Buffy said happily, and then turning slowly in a more serious tone, “Will, I really appreciate it, even if, even if it doesn’t work out, you’re taking one for the team. It’s not every day that someone tries to take down Anya Jenkins,” Buffy said in awe, “besides if you succeed, you’re not only helping our company, but saving future generations from the wrath of the Evil-Inspector-Bitch.”
“I appreciate the pep-talk, Buffy, but right now I’m more nervous as to how to go about this,” Willow said even more uncomfortable with the frills on her sleeve.
“Didn’t Tara give you pointers?”
“Buffy, we’re in a relationship, not a college course on human behavior,” Willow said.
“Well, improvise, I’m sure that you’ll do fine,” Buffy said reassuringly as she passed her to exit the office.
“Is everything else ready?”
“Everything’s in order. Tara’s got the rest of the staff to cooperate, it took some convincing, especially from Bob oddly enough, something about ‘not wanting any water’ but they’ll help in anyway they can,” Buffy replied.
“Good, I don’t want to be left hanging out there, looking completely incompetent,” Willow sighed.
“Don’t worry, that’s Anya’s job.” Willow smiled weakly as Buffy said walking away towards the door, “see you soon.”
Buffy exited, leaving Willow to her own thoughts, she turned back to the office window. She could see a black limousine pull up and a pin-stripped-skirt-suited blond step out.
“Go time.”
Chapter 37
“Good morning, Mrs. Rosenberg,” came a syrupy sweet voice. Anya had walked the office, with a tall, black-suited man following in pursuit. His head was completely shaved to reveal a strong white skull. His jaw was a square set, causing the rest of his features to resemble that of regular cube. His dark eyes seemed to stay in one locked position, waiting for any sudden movements. “So there’s two of them,” thought Willow. But there was something else in his features that made Willow think twice of her sudden conviction. His black tie had pink panthers dancing in too-toos on it. “Or perhaps only one of them has a mental condition.”
“Good morning, Mrs. Jenkins.” Anya sat down, crossing one leg over the other, while the man stayed standing.
“I trust you knew I was to arrive this morning? You see to be here on time, that is, in this city, for once.”
“Well, that was a rare occurrence I do not intend to have happen again.”
“Ah, good. Well, I have brought my companion, Mr. Barker here,” Anya said turning to the man, “to act as a sort of an extra hand in helping out today, since I still had some things to review.”
“That’s sounds fine,” Willow said evenly. Did Tara know that there was another variable thrown into the plan? What should she do? Does everything go as to plan again? Her thoughts were broken by Buffy’s entrance.
“Mrs. Rosenber—“ Buffy’s eyes made contact with the newly arrived Mr. Barker, and Anya’s sharply fitted form.
“Yes, Buffy?” Willow asked with eyes begging Buffy not to give anything away. Tell Tara. She asked with her green retinas. Tell Tara.
“I just, I just, wanted to say that I, I, uh, liked your blouse,” Buffy said strained and then walked out again, leaving the three others confused and in an awkward silence.
“Was she dropped as a child?” Anya asked seriously.
“No, I don’t think so, I don’t know. To continue, Mrs. Jenkins, you were saying what Mr. Barker’s role in this review would be?” Willow asked turning her attention back to the silent figure, standing next to Anya.
“He shall wander around your building simultaneously as I do, checking what I have not already covered. It’s just more efficient this way.” “And also prevents any more…problems,” Anya thought.
Willow stared, but kept her poker face. She then answered with the most offhanded voice she could pull.
“Whatever you wish.”
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“Is she here?”
“Oh, she’s here alright, but this time she brought a friend!”
“What?”
“She’s got Robocop in there to back her up!”
“What do you mean? Slow down, “ Tara said calmly.
“I’m all about to go in there and start the whole fake ‘in need of your assistance, Mrs. Rosenberg’ bit, when all of a sudden I see this huge guy staring back at me, standing next to Anya!”
“Did he say anything, did Willow say anything?”
“No, nobody said anything important, I know Willow didn’t know who he was; she was pulling the ‘get me out off of this horse now’ face. I ducked out before I made a complete mess, but it almost cost us everything! Tara, how can we go forward with it now? It’s like she knew! She knew!”
Tara sat back on the table, chewing on her bottom lip, reviewing the latest addition to the already hectic day. If Anya had a friend, it would be harder to get her alone. But if she could some how twist the plan to work for both. Maybe she could use this man to her advantage? But how? He was on her side…
“…She knew it all along that we were going to attempt mutiny. That’s why she busted out with Mr. Clean! She knew, and now I’m screwed and she’ll come back again and again, and we’ll never celebrate with Piña Coladas with the little umbrellas that I just bought last night!”
“Buffy, no, wait, it might help us,” Tara said, realization dawning on her eyes, “Is everything still in place?”
“Yes, but—“
“It can work, Buffy, if we move fast,” Tara said quickly.
Buffy looked as if Tara had just said she ate worms for breakfast.
“Come with me,” Tara said again, pulling the blond away by the wrist.
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“So, Mrs. Rosenberg, you shall come with me, and my assistant here, will follow at his own leisure,” Anya said checking off the list of to do items,” we shall all meet back at your office around quarter till the hour. Alright?”
“Whatever you wish,” Willow had been repeating that phrase for the past few minutes. She could say nothing else. Had she been prepared, had a backup plan, anything! She had been walking along with Anya, deciding to not pay attention to a word the woman had said. It could be worse. She wasn’t being quite as disagreeable this time. Perhaps years and years of Anya’s Inspections wasn’t such a horrible fate. There could be frogs with Anya.
“So shipments are up, and you have decided to move onto another client located in Japan, is that correct?”
Willow said nothing, she just stared off to the side while walking solemnly.
“Mrs. Rosenberg, is that correct?”
“Hmm? Oh! Yes, we’re starting up a new program there. Mr. Takumashi told me that you had checked up on our account there as well,” Willow quipped. She hated that Anya was inquiring about her work with her clients. But, for now, she had to keep as polite as possible.
“Well, I try to keep a full log on a company’s work, nationally as well as internationally,” Anya said tight-lipped.
Willow nodded silently, growing weary by the moment.
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Buffy had only a few more paces to go before she would overtake the two proceeding women.
“Will Willow understand?” Buffy snickered slightly,”Will Will…No! Concentrate. Concentrate, if I can get Willow alone for only a moment, then I’ll never have to look at that pasty white face of Anya’s again...will Will though?"
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“To cover the rest of your recent employees, Mr. Barker will ask some simple but demanding questions, which later I shall look over…” Anya said but then stopped as she saw the approaching short blond she resented so passionately.
“Will Willow!” Buffy said, catching her breath. Willow looked as perplexed as Anya. Buffy really wasn’t helping her image any better than her last cameo appearance.
“I mean, Mrs. Rosenberg,” Buffy started again, “I have to ask you a few questions for just one moment, privately if it’s okay with you, Mrs. Jenkins.”
“Well I—“
“It’s okay, Buffy,” Willow said seeing the need for her attention was desperate in Buffy’s eyes and then quickly turned to Anya, “I’ll be right back.” She opened the closest door, and walked into the luckily empty room while Buffy followed in after her.
Anya was left out in the hallway dumbfounded.
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“What’s going on?” Willow whispered angrily.
“It’s still on!” Buffy whispered back excitedly.
“How?”
“Tara didn’t get into specifics, just take Anya down to the small coffee corner, okay?” Buffy said.
“Why?”
“There’s a surveillance camera in there.”
“I’m not going to let the public see me make a fool of myself!”
“Will, please, if anything we’ll destroy it after we threaten her with showing everyone else what she’s really up to! We’ll call her bluff!”
“Ugh,” Willow really wanted a reward for all of this. Major snuggles. Not from Buffy—Tara—cause ew. She clutched at her aching forehead and said slowly, “Okay, okay. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’ll do it.”
“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” Buffy said grabbing onto the slim redhead in a fierce hug, at that moment Anya had decided to grace them with her presence. Upon seeing Buffy jumping up and down, like a little kid, clutching so close to Willow she became even more disappointed with America’s excuse for a high school education that was on display yet again.
Buffy turned to see Anya in the doorway with a look of dislike combined with utter incomprehension.
“She, she told me I could…borrow…her blouse.” Buffy said before hurriedly saying, “Bye,” and leapt out of the coffee room.
“Shall we continue, then, Mrs. Rosenberg? That is if you’re not tangled up any more with fashion tips?”
“Yes, yes, but first, can we go to the coffee room? I feel a slight head ache and wouldn’t mind something to drink.”
“That’s fine, seeing as it’s on our route, but please, no more interruptions or I’ll have to start from the top, and you wouldn’t want that, would you?” Anya said with a tinge of anger rising in her throat.
“I promise, no more interruptions.”
I hope.
Chapter 38
"Did you tell her?” Tara asked with baited breath.
“Yeah, she’s in the coffee room now,” Buffy exhaled happily.
“Good. I just hope Willow doesn’t kill me for what I’m putting her through,” Tara said biting her lip. She was now regretting her decision. Maybe it would have been better if she just never said anything. Anya wasn’t that bad, was she?
Tara thought back to all she had known or seen of the woman.
Flashes of Anya zoomed past her mind.
“Hmm…I see this company has difficulties with speaking, look at Buffy for one. That girl can barely get a word through correctly…”
“Willow is quite the woman, I should know, I mean, what with our history together…but she’s not one to invest a lot of time into; she’s fickle with what she wants, sometimes she wants the leanest beef, and sometimes, she’ll go for the rump roast.”
“But, it’s good that you’re selling when you can too, I mean, some women are not for all markets, if you get my drift?”
“Ta-ra.”
Then again, it might be right of her to wish of her demise.
“The question now is how we keep Mr. Barker from intruding on them.”
“I don’t know; the best we can hope for is distracting him ourselves.”
“Did you see where he went?”
“I saw him walking around the open offices, walking around, just staring at everyone. Kinda creepy.”
“I’ll go down the right hallway, you go down the left, just keep him away from the coffee room, we don’t want any unexpected visitors to disrupt the…interview.”
“Okay, I’ll meet you back here in about ten minutes; that should give Willow enough time to catch her,” Buffy said about to sprint off.
“Did you tell her about the security camera?” Tara asked pulling the shorter girl back.
“Uh, yeah, she seemed more put off by that though,” Buffy said thinking about Willow’s latest pained face.
“She’s not the only one put off by it,” Tara said under her breath.
“Hey, this was your idea, Tara, full blame of back fire goes to you,” Buffy said putting up her hands in defense; she wanted Anya gone as much as the next person, but if things went wrong, she was not to be blamed for the crappiness of the situation this time. That had happened way too much in the past.
“I know, I know, I’m just getting second thoughts. From what I’ve been told though, this is the only thing that will catch her off guard besides throwing Thumper Dolls at her.”
“Tara? Willow loves you. Trust me on that. I doubt she’s going to forget it,” Buffy said as clearly as possible.
“Oh, I know that, but it’s Anya I’m worried about. I don’t like the idea of Willow allowing her to…it freaks me out.”
“You and me both.”
“Hey, Buffy?”
“Yea?”
“What does that Mr. Barker look like again?”
“Tall, broad shoulders, looks like a bald eagle…” Buffy said describing the man in full.
“Does he have a black suit and pinked-out tie?”
“Yeah, how’d you know?”
“He just walked into the coffee room.”
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It had been a few minutes that the two women had stood in silence as Willow went about her business, slowly finding all the ingredients for a good, strong, make that extra strong, cup of caffeine.
Surprisingly Willow did not have to feign small talk; Anya seemed to do so quite well without her help. In fact, Willow noticed something about Anya that scared her: an odd predatory, but trying-to-be-innocent look. It was the same look she saw right before Anya first met her.
“So, Mrs. Rosenberg,” Anya said drawling out the words painfully for Willow’s close-by ear, “How long has it been since we were allowed to talk alone?”
“Yesterday I believe,” Willow said picking up the Mr. Coffee, pouring water into the cup. She could endure. Resolve face.
“No, no, what I meant was how long since we’ve talked by ourselves, about anything other than business,” Anya said with a wave of her hand. She was leaning against the table sipping luxuriously at her coffee cup.
Willow made no reply. She’d let Anya do most of the talking; that made things much easier.
“I believe it was when you first started up. You were so young, so new to the whole enterprise.”
“It was only a year ago.”
“Still, you were so much more inexperienced. Clueless, young and ignorant.” Anya smiled dreamily.
Willow went back to looking at her coffee. If this was the way Anya picked up dates outside of work, it was no wonder she was still single.
“And yet,” Anya said turning towards Willow, inching her hand towards the redheads, ”you were so amazing with money. You knew what to invest, how much to store, how much to spend, simply amazing!”
“T-thank you, Anya.” Hand. Get the hand away. Get it away now. NOW.
“I feel like we had a sort of connection, however, it seems fate tore us apart with my job calling me around the country, and your job holding you down with the, well, working class,” Anya shuddered.
“Tell me, Anya,” Willow said trying to sound carefree, “How is it you deal with them? I see the way you work around my employees, where did you learn to, talk to them like that?”
“Oh, that? That’s a little trick I figured out a long time ago. I read up on physcology while studying abroad. Did you know that one of the most powerful weapon a human has is her persuadability? I can make a grown man swear his mother is dead even if she’s sitting next to him. It’s just manipulation of the simple human mind,” Anya added happily. She really had a knack for it.
“But back to what I was saying before,” Anya’s hand made another daring move, this time it pulled back a curl of red hair from Willow’s face. Willow kept very still. A few minutes, that’s all she needs. A few minutes.
“You really should reconsider my offer.”
“Offer?” Willow said trying to play dumb.
“You and I join together, I had lots of plans for you; you’re really a pretty little girl, I could show you lots of different ways to make...as much profit that’s humanly possible,” Anya said with a glint in her eye, “Besides, dilly-dallying with the staff doesn’t exactly look good on Inspection Reviews…” she let the thought drift off into space.
Anya leant in slightly, just slightly.
Willow could sense what Anya was about to attempt. Instinct kicked in and she bolted up against the wall.
“No,” she shuddered out exhaling.
“No?” Anya said perplexed, pulling back slightly.
“N-no, I won’t,” Willow said stronger, shaking her head violently. Forget the plan. If it meant betraying all that she had with Tara, if it meant calling it a lie, she wanted no part in it. She could survive a thousand Jenkins, if it meant she could still have Tara.
“What do you mean, no?” Anya asked with a little more anger than she meant to let slip.
“I mean no. I don’t care if you want to shut this whole building down over something as silly as this, I don’t want anything to do with you or your plans,” Willow spat out shaking with anger and disgust.
“I’m so sorry that you’ve decided to reject my offer, I was merely trying to help you out of the shit-hole that you’ve landed yourself in, with a deaf and dumb assistant, and that sad excuse for a girlfri—“
“DON’T you DARE say anything about Tara, if you do, I swear you’ll regret it.”
“Oh I will, will I? I could charge you with assault right now, and you know it," Anya said walking slowly up to Willow, calmly putting on her original mask of serenity and control.
"Imagine it, a nice young woman thrown in jail after she had physically attacked a company inspector and, surprisingly had an office-relationship with a female employee of hers. Who do you think they’ll believe? You or me?”
“I think they’ll believe me,” came a deep voice.
thanks for reading....
-elizabeth
Last night in sweet slumber I dreamed I did see my own precious jewel sat smiling by me.
And when I awakened I found it not so; my eyes like some fountain with tears overflowed.
Pax! -Bev
Elizabeth 
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After all that planning 
did Anya screws it up. 
Lucky for her she figured out something to do about it. 
bolted when it looked like Anya was going for that kiss. 
That would be perfect. Can't wait to 
more. Update soon, please? 
Love sammi xx
Please tell me that you aren't toying with us. 
with the cliffhangers but we still love ya. 
) poor girl... first Anya hitting on her then threatning her and then finally when she thinks that everything is going to be all right she is stuck with an homophobe! 
Mixed emotions. 
the stupid little....
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