Lindsey McDonald (morallydamaged) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-07-01 22:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | lindsey mcdonald, sarah petrelli (née williams) |
Who: Lindsey McDonald and Sarah Williams and open
Where: Wolfram and Hart
What: Working off frustration after this conversation.
When: Late afternoon
Rating: TBD
Maybe it was the way the sightless eyes seemed to follow every move he made or the look of superiority it looked like it gave him. Whatever the case, Lindsey had hated the Roman bust since the day he'd first stepped foot into his new office but had never enacted on getting rid of it, thinking it would either signify that he had reached a new level of paranoia or forgetting under piles of work dropped in his lap. But it's day had come and all it had taken was a slip in discipline.
Lindsey's shoes crunched in the scattered broken pieces of plaster as he wrapped his hand around the hilt of the ornate knife and tugged. It took at least three tugs before the knife came loose from the wall. He ran a hand over the hole in the plaster, scowling. Looked like he was going to have to submit a repair request to maintanence. Again. How many times this month was it again?
He was still seething over the abbreviated conversation he'd had with Cordelia on the boards. Lindsey may have hated Angel, but the vampire never had the sense to attack Lindsey on his own turf, verbally. He'd tried, but he lacked the witty punch that his Seer could bestow and he was furious she'd even gotten to him as much as she had. He could care less about being the one blamed, that was nothing new. But the rest of it...
A sword on the wall vibrated and he reached out, slapping it back down as he blew out a breath. "Son of a bitch," he muttered, slamming the knife back into its place. If she wanted a war, he was done holding back. She wanted to declare war, that was fine with him. It would be the downfall of Angel Investigations if he wanted it to be. And at the moment? Lindsey wanted them scattered to all ends of the earth.
Dropping his jacket on the couch, Lindsey rolled up his sleeves and threw open the doors of his office, walking out into the crowded lobby towards the elevators. "Hold my calls," he told his secretary on the way through, rapping his knuckles sharply on the desk as he passed, "I've got some research to do."