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Lilah Morgan walked up the company stairs to her office, perfectly balanced on the tips of her new designer red Prada heels. She walked fast yet composedly slow.
That was the trick, wasn’t it? Working hard, giving it your all – yet acting like you were just tanning at the beach, sipping Italian wine. It was all just a matter of image – a facade of what everyone else wanted.
Lilah mused along the lines of such philosophical thoughts as she sent her fellow workers scathing looks.
Walking into her office, Lilah pulled out the latest briefing as to Angel’s activities and smiled. It was a cold expressionless ice shattering smile, but a smile nevertheless.
Charlotte Jane O’Connor, otherwise know as Arezue, Arabic for desire. Born out of wedlock to Liam O’Connor and a prostitute (Charlotte Janette, a nineteen year old French slave) at a local brothel in Galway, Ireland in 1961. A seventy-five pound vampire, seemingly fifteen in human years, ex-consort to William the Bloody, 1/5 the scourge of Europe. Cursed with a soul in Romania circa late 1800’s early 1900’s.
“The daughter of a prostitute born out of wedlock to a catholic man…” Mused the lawyer out loud. “How poetic.” She tapped the desk with her $425 French manicure carelessly.
“Can’t see that sitting well with all the religious society back then.” She flipped through the stack of papers. “Poor child; must have had such a hard life…she probably has so much unhealthy rage built up against Daddy – just waiting to spill out. ” Her words made it seem as if she felt pity for the damned murderess in question, but anyone who was even a mere acquaintance of the Wolfram & Hart employee knew better.
No. Lilah Morgan did not ever feel pity or any such feeling at all. She felt ambition; Ambition was the thing that pushed the lawyer to be, to survive – to plot. Plotting was one of the things that went hand-in-hand with Lilah Morgan.
Lilah was the kind of person that plotted in her sleep.
And now, sitting in her office chair, her hair perfectly styled, her eyes malicious and cold, Lilah Morgan, lawyer with Wolfram & Hart, plotted with a certain honey blonde in mind.
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