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27 January 2007 @ 04:41 pm
 


By the time that I get back to the firm, I’ve turned this little mystery over in my head from every damn angle that I can dream up. Wesley didn’t talk… and alright, it took Cordelia’s common sense to remind me of that, but I’d like to think that some part of me knew it all along. (Even if ‘integrity’ wasn’t his middle name, he dislikes Lilah Morgan enough that I think he wouldn’t give her info on the side simply out of spite.) The boy’s also got enough sense not to mention the more delicate details of a case like this to his brother before we’re closer to a real answer.

That leaves… well, me. So unless I’ve been walking and talking in my sleep, it means that somebody’s been in my office when they shouldn’t have been. And that doesn’t sit well with me. No, not at all.

“Eve!” Swinging open the door that I usually take so much pride in, with its little frosted glass window and ‘Mr. Lindsey McDoanld, Esq.’ written all classy in the center, I look around the place for Eve. How is it that she’s never here when I need her, and hanging over my shoulder like a bad spirit when I don’t? “Eve!” Never mind the fact that I’d be lost without her. That little gal is worth double her weight in gold when it comes to holding this place together… but there’s something about her, I swear. Something hiding behind her sweet-as-sugar smile that makes Lilah Morgan look about as pure as the driven snow. Sometimes I wonder…

“There you are. About time,” I mutter, when she finally turns up. Embarrassingly, all that shouting took enough out of me with my cold that I actually have to sit down, trying to make it look like that was my intent all along. “We’ve got trouble,” I tell her, fumbling for my handkerchief to blow my nose. “The money-losing kind of trouble.”


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Eve: Name - If You Say Sobitch_eve on February 5th, 2007 06:42 pm (UTC)
I hear him hollerin' for me but I'm in the back room gathering' some files for my next meeting. Nothing illicit or scandalous, I know not to keep diggin' so soon after things go boom in the papers. Morgan doesn't have that much of a squeeze on me.

Quickly, I set my papers down and make my way to my desk and pick up the tray I have for him, few things to pull him out from under the weather and keep his mind off of all this doom Morgan's paper might'a put him in.

Smiling sweetly I walk into the office, shaking my head as Lindsey tells me it's about time. "Would'a been here sooner, but I was making some lug some soup." Okay, so it was from the diner down the block, but still. I got it and poured it in the cup for him; it's all about the effort.

I turn on my heel and pick up the tray that I had set outside for him. "Business talk later, boss. Can't very well run a business if he's wearin' a Chicago overcoat." I saunter over to the desk, tray in hand and I set it down on the edge, putting the mug of soup in front of him followed by a box of tissues. "Use these, they're a bit more sanitary then that thing you keep stuffing in your pocket."

He's sitting there in a daze and I just shake my head. "Stop acting like your head's spinning." I move over to him and start pulling his jacket off, standing in front of him and pulling his tie open. "All appointments have been cleared for the afternoon so you're resting." I smirk at him slightly, knowing what that usually meant for us. C'mon, who didn't mind a bit of spoonin' with their boss in the afternoon...
Lindsey McDonald: Schemingrogue_lawyer on February 20th, 2007 01:00 am (UTC)
She made me soup? She made me soup? I could kiss that girl if I didn't think that she'd be laid up with this damn cold within a couple hours after the fact. She's to good for a guy like me. Course, neither cold nor conscience is gonna keep me from admiring the lines of her figure under that too-tight dress of hers as she sashays over to me. "Stop acting like your head's spinning."

"Who's acting?" I mumble, letting her take care of my jacket. And my tie...

"All appointments have been cleared for the afternoon so you're resting."

She's the only girl in town that could make that sound like a come on, complete with a deadly little smirk like she knows just what she can do to me. My heart may be firmly stuck on Cordelia, but damn me to hell, my eyes seem to have a slightly shorter attention span. I make an effort to get my mind back on the 'losing money as we speak' thing.

"You read the paper today?" I ask, tossing my well-worn copy of said paper onto the desk. "Either Morgan's got some magic tricks that I don't even want to know about or we've got us a leak in this fine operation. Something like that gets around, we're gonna find ourselves with a whole lot of nothing in the bank." I shake my head, meeting her eyes seriously. "I won't see this place go broke, Eve. We've got to get this figured out fast."
Eve: Original Sinbitch_eve on March 5th, 2007 01:39 am (UTC)
Bosses eyes are all over me and I can feel the burning of my skin from his gaze. It makes me grin and tingle on the inside, knowing that his heart might not be mine, but his eyes are all for me. Not to mention other scandalous parts.

"You read the paper today?"

Shit.

I take the paper from the desk and put on my best 'oh my' worried face on, scanning over the printed pages and knowing full well what was on them. "This don't bode well," I mutter in worry. I should be an actress, not that Chase chick boss has eyes for. I sink down in the seat, my eyes going wide in shock as I scan over the article, loving the gumshoe that Morgan has for this.

"Either Morgan's got some magic tricks that I don't even want to know about or we've got us a leak in this fine operation. Something like that gets around, we're gonna find ourselves with a whole lot of nothing in the bank. I won't see this place go broke, Eve. We've got to get this figured out fast."

A look of worry and concern covers my face and I move over from the edge of the desk and walk closer to Lindsey. "We'll figure it out. But you can't try to work this place if you're sick as a dog and there ain't no way you're making money if you're six feet under." I nudge the soup to him as I toss the paper into the trash, sitting up on the edge of the desk and crossing my legs. "I've offered this before but you know that Daddy'll send me anything I want if I ask. I still have that pretty little check in my desk that I offered ya." I lean in and press my check to his, my lips inches. "It'll make a girl happy to help you out." Teasingly I flick my tongue across the shell of his ear, smirking.

Now that's what I call an Oscar winning performance.
Lindsey McDonald: Shame - pretty mouthrogue_lawyer on March 12th, 2007 02:52 am (UTC)
Her surprise is real enough that I know she’s got nothing to do with it. Good. If this operation’s going to stay in the black, I need a team that I can trust. She’s got to have suspicions though. She’s the eyes and ears of this office when I take off to do the fieldwork.

I take the soup when she offers it again, letting her work her way through the rest of the article. The smell of the steam rising from the bowl reminds me that I haven’t found the time to eat yet today and I take a sip. “I’ve mentioned that you’re one hell of a cook, haven’t I?” I comment, my eyes wandering just a little as she crosses her legs. (Alright… so maybe trust ain’t the only reason I’ve kept Eve on so long.)

"I've offered this before but you know that Daddy'll send me anything I want if I ask. I still have that pretty little check in my desk that I offered ya."

The soup loses a little of its taste that I’d been enjoying so much and I have to look away from her. Yeah, I haven’t forgotten that damned money. Haven’t forgotten that her mysterious daddy has the kind of dough that a guy like me could only dream about tucked away in his mattress, and in those rare stocks that didn’t take a hit during the Crash.

But it’ll be an even longer time before I forget that singular feeling of standing in a bread line and feeling the world looking down on you for holding out your empty hands.

"It'll make a girl happy to help you out," she coaxes in a purr, her lips brushing my ear.

My stomach twists and I push her away, gentle but serious, and get to my feet. “You can help me out by telling me everyone who’s been in and out of this office since Saturday evening,” I tell her. My smile’s a little fake, a little wolfish. “Last I looked, this firm still doesn’t take charity.”
Eve: Bitch Pleasebitch_eve on March 21st, 2007 02:58 pm (UTC)
We're like night and day, viper and prey. Never able to keep on level for very long. Our problem is we're both stubborn. And he's got big eyes for some other floozy.

He turns on me, it's like night and day the second I mention that money and for a moment I regret it. A brief moment. The regret turns to anger and before I can stop myself I'm opening my mouth and my gums start flapping, my eyes never leaving his.

"How many times does a girl gotta tell you that she's not tryin' to hand out charity." My eyes are filled with anger and I know it's not right for me to get cross with my boss but he's got no bright eyed idea how many times I've glossed his books so it doesn't go under. "I work here, you go under and so do I. It was an offer for an investment, Mr. McDonald." I might be a good actress with him but there wasn't any way I was going to be able to hide the hurt from my voice. Not this time.

I stand up and push him away, far from caring how sick he was. Don't really care how many daisies he's on the verge of pushing up either. "I'll go get you the sign in log. Boss." I spin on my heel and head over to my desk, my arms crossed over myself, mostly to keep from throwing the soup in his face than anything.

Really need to curb that temper.
Lindsey McDonald: Playback - Slickrogue_lawyer on March 25th, 2007 11:05 pm (UTC)
When it comes right down to it, I think me and Eve are two of a kind. Tempers like dynamite and enough stubborn pride to put the brakes on the even the sweetest conversation if it takes a wrong turn. It's why we work so well together at what we do and also (much to my disappointment, believe me...) why we'd never make much of a couple. Not the lasting kind, anyway.

"Not that I don't appreciate the gesture, doll," I mumble, trying my best to make nice. "But I... can't." She gets that, right? Even if I haven't exactly gone into the details with her, she understands that this isn't personal. Doesn't she?

For a moment, she doesn't give an inch, chin up and eyes snapping. "I'll go get you the sign in log," she says at last, unsmiling. "Boss." Turning her back on me, she heads for the other side of the office, and I'm thinking that wasn't a retreat so much as a strategic withdrawal.

I rub my hands over my eyes with a grimace. If my own team turns against me, I'm going to be in one hell of a jam here. With a sigh, I move over to join her, putting my hands on her tense shoulders. "I'm sorry, doll. I didn't mean all that the way it came out." When she doesn't pull away immediately, I tentatively start to rub her shoulders, willing away some of that tension with my fingers. Looks like this is my day for giving massages. "We'll figure this out the old-fashioned way. But I need you on my side to do that, baby. You're about the only one in this damn town I still trust." (Aside from Cordelia. And Pryce, for some reason. But this ain't exactly the time to be making exceptions, is it?)
Evebitch_eve on June 28th, 2007 06:18 pm (UTC)
I hear him trying to sweet talk his way out of the hole he crawled himself into. 'He can't'...What the hell kinda talk is that? A hot dame is handin' him a nice sum of money without - many - strings and he tells me he can't.

If this ain't a tale of 'one flew over the coo-coo's nest then I don't know what is.

Doesn't take long for him to follow after me - guess Morgan was right about most men being hopeless puppies - his hands are on my shoulders and even in my anger I can't find myself able to push him away.

"I'm sorry, doll. I didn't mean all that the way it came out."

He damn well did. He's shot me down on the money front numerous times and he hasn't relented yet. I'm stubborn and I am going to get my way. No, it's not guilt talking, I don't feel guilt.

"We'll figure this out the old-fashioned way. But I need you on my side to do that, baby. You're about the only one in this damn town I still trust."

A wicked smirk crosses my lips and I turn in my chair to face him, my tongue running along my bottom lip as my hands naturally find the loop of his slacks and tugging. "Know a girl loves it when you call her that..." I tell him, referring to his use of 'baby'. "Think you need to trust me when I say you've gotta relax..." I turn my eyes down to his belt and gently start tugging at it, knowing he didn't have any appointments for the rest of the day. This day could get down right fun.