As In: To Swing?
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
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Adult ++
Chapters:
16
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Category:
BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
9,184
Reviews:
96
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Epilogue
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Epilogue
“You’re lucky that we haven’t gone overseas yet. Jobs are getting scarcer than hen’s teeth, and we still have some benefits worth mentioning. ’s h’s how you work the phones. Hit Line 1 to answer incoming calls, the rest will enter the queue. You press 9an oan oan outside line, but remember that all calls are monitored, so don’t go calling those 900 lines, you catch my drift?”
Angel’s new manager finished showing him how to log in his time on the computer, got his internet set up, and gave him his own headset.
“We charge you ten bucks if you break ‘em or lose ‘em. Make sure you always have it, and remember thhe che customer is always right. Good luck!”
Angel scowled at the screen. With the economy in the toilet, he had been lucky to get a job at all, and it had taken three months to do so. He tried to go back to Worthington and Fife and plead for his job, but security had barely let him in the lobby, much less visit the executive floor.
He looked to see if anyone was watching him, and opened a web browser. He clicked over to The Daily Mirror. The cover showed a picture of his wife (ex-wife now, he had to keep reminding himself) and The Prick holding hands and dashing to their awaiting limo. “Spike seeing a Yank?” screamed the headlines. “New loves inseparable!! Photos inside!” He clicked on the link for the pictures and saw the couple sitting at a café feeding each other, dancing at a London nightspot, shopping and holding hands.
The divorce papers had come in a simple manilla envelope shortly after she left. She hadn’t bothered to write him a note. She didn't want anything but her maiden name. He signed and sent them to the address listn thn the outside. Sixty-five days later he received the final papers announcing the completion of the procedur a d a different manilla envelope. He remembered tearing it open, wanting to see if she had written him anything. She hadn’t. But The Prick had.
“Heard you lost your job. Pity. Always can use a hard worker at Bloodgood Bank. Took the liberty of telling the LA branch to expect your call. Be assured you’ll be working within the week.”
Line 1 beganblinblink. “Thank you for calling Bloodgood Bank’s help desk. This is Angel. How may I assist you?”
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Epilogue
“You’re lucky that we haven’t gone overseas yet. Jobs are getting scarcer than hen’s teeth, and we still have some benefits worth mentioning. ’s h’s how you work the phones. Hit Line 1 to answer incoming calls, the rest will enter the queue. You press 9an oan oan outside line, but remember that all calls are monitored, so don’t go calling those 900 lines, you catch my drift?”
Angel’s new manager finished showing him how to log in his time on the computer, got his internet set up, and gave him his own headset.
“We charge you ten bucks if you break ‘em or lose ‘em. Make sure you always have it, and remember thhe che customer is always right. Good luck!”
Angel scowled at the screen. With the economy in the toilet, he had been lucky to get a job at all, and it had taken three months to do so. He tried to go back to Worthington and Fife and plead for his job, but security had barely let him in the lobby, much less visit the executive floor.
He looked to see if anyone was watching him, and opened a web browser. He clicked over to The Daily Mirror. The cover showed a picture of his wife (ex-wife now, he had to keep reminding himself) and The Prick holding hands and dashing to their awaiting limo. “Spike seeing a Yank?” screamed the headlines. “New loves inseparable!! Photos inside!” He clicked on the link for the pictures and saw the couple sitting at a café feeding each other, dancing at a London nightspot, shopping and holding hands.
The divorce papers had come in a simple manilla envelope shortly after she left. She hadn’t bothered to write him a note. She didn't want anything but her maiden name. He signed and sent them to the address listn thn the outside. Sixty-five days later he received the final papers announcing the completion of the procedur a d a different manilla envelope. He remembered tearing it open, wanting to see if she had written him anything. She hadn’t. But The Prick had.
“Heard you lost your job. Pity. Always can use a hard worker at Bloodgood Bank. Took the liberty of telling the LA branch to expect your call. Be assured you’ll be working within the week.”
Line 1 beganblinblink. “Thank you for calling Bloodgood Bank’s help desk. This is Angel. How may I assist you?”