Post by Carver on Jun 22, 2006 10:00:47 GMT -5
Carver shut the door, heading over to his desk and relaxing into the dark leather. Comfy chair, made from demon skin. Cost a fortune but he could afford it.
He flicked through a few security reports, but his mind was really on Lilah. She wanted to keep it secret, fair enough. Still, did she care about him anywhere close to as much as he cared about her?
When he displeased Lilah, he would allow her to talk to him in a way that would get other people killed, no matter how much they outranked him, and Lilah didn't outrank him by much. Technically, he could declare an emergency at any time and Wolfram and Hart would be under his complete control. But he'd been created for the job because he was made to be trusted.
He gave up on the report, setting it down, lying back at sighing. He checked his watch. Time to go home, soon. Or at least for him.
He still wondered if Lilah saw him as anything more then a convenience, God knows she was cold enough to have not had a meaningful relationship in years. He didn't blame her for that, you had to be tough to get by. Carver had his heritage and strength. Lilah didn't. What had he expected? They'd get together and he'd sweep her off her feet?
He sighed, shutting the folder.
"Sir!" said a deep English accented voice. Howard King, a broad-shoulder, thick muscled man who stood at well over 6 foot, entered. "Sir, Cordelia has returned. Both of them. They're in Lilah's office right now."
"Well, she's not useless, it seems." he said, and then a sudden thought hit him. Cordelia was psychic, somehow, or at least her evil side was. Chances were she knew about him and Lilah. Could be a problem. He stood. "Howard, you can go home. I will be heading home too, once this Cordelia situation is contained. Did you hire the new female security staff for her?"
"Yes sir."
"Good. You can go."
"Sir." King turned and left, leaving Carver alone as he filed his papers away.
He flicked through a few security reports, but his mind was really on Lilah. She wanted to keep it secret, fair enough. Still, did she care about him anywhere close to as much as he cared about her?
When he displeased Lilah, he would allow her to talk to him in a way that would get other people killed, no matter how much they outranked him, and Lilah didn't outrank him by much. Technically, he could declare an emergency at any time and Wolfram and Hart would be under his complete control. But he'd been created for the job because he was made to be trusted.
He gave up on the report, setting it down, lying back at sighing. He checked his watch. Time to go home, soon. Or at least for him.
He still wondered if Lilah saw him as anything more then a convenience, God knows she was cold enough to have not had a meaningful relationship in years. He didn't blame her for that, you had to be tough to get by. Carver had his heritage and strength. Lilah didn't. What had he expected? They'd get together and he'd sweep her off her feet?
He sighed, shutting the folder.
"Sir!" said a deep English accented voice. Howard King, a broad-shoulder, thick muscled man who stood at well over 6 foot, entered. "Sir, Cordelia has returned. Both of them. They're in Lilah's office right now."
"Well, she's not useless, it seems." he said, and then a sudden thought hit him. Cordelia was psychic, somehow, or at least her evil side was. Chances were she knew about him and Lilah. Could be a problem. He stood. "Howard, you can go home. I will be heading home too, once this Cordelia situation is contained. Did you hire the new female security staff for her?"
"Yes sir."
"Good. You can go."
"Sir." King turned and left, leaving Carver alone as he filed his papers away.