#ofwolframandhart

Wyndel lofted an eyebrow at Drusilla, it was interesting that she was there of all people, but then again these visits were not uncommon in his mind, “It’s Wyndel.. just Wyndel.”

@ofwolframandhart

  “Yeah, I work for Wolf Ram & Hart.                                          It’s simply a law firm nothing else.” 

Wyndel Whatley, Indi ATS / BTVS OC, AU & Multi Verse friendly.

But this new horror had no beauty, it was just...horrible.

An office building.

And one he wasn’t there to destroy, but for the worst of all affronts this universe, in its infinite crawling insults. For law.

He held his limbs close to himself, like the reek of freshly copied paper would stick to him for the rest of his life. When the secretary tried to touch his shoulder to lead him to the office, he twitched away like she carried the plague, and snatched a bottle of Purell of her desk. To what must have been accredited to the best of training, she had just kept smiling.

Halfrek walked into a very streamlined office building and checked the digital calendar on her phone.  She was running late as she headed for the reception desk.

The receptionist smiled politely, “Wolfram and Hart, can I help you?”

     “ ---- so? Which one of youse do I got here?”       Sure, he could say that his ledger was dripping       steadily in red, it was so disgusting. How Lorne      got himself here was probably not under the      greatest intentions. Nevertheless, there was a      mantra that he sang, over and over in his head: 

          You’re doing the right thing. Keep it together, Lorny.