WHO: Lilah Morgan and the Senior Partners (CLOSED) WHAT: the CEO of Wolfram and Hart goes for guidance WHEN: Sunday night WHERE: The White Room RATING: PG13 STATUS: COMPLETE
Lilah always hated this part. Truly hated it with everything she was.
Once upon a time, many years ago, she had been a young, idealistic student in Harvard. The top of her class. She worked hard, dedicated to being the best she could be. And when she'd applied for the internship every student was going for, she was convinced she'd get it. She was top of the class after all.
The smirk from the guy who beat her to the top job haunted her for a long time.
It was then she learned that being the smartest wasn't enough. She had to prove that she was also prepared to do whatever it took to get to the top. Ruthless.
When she'd visited her mother that summer, her mother told her she didn't know her any more.
Of course now that was true in the literal sense. But thanks to Lilah's ruthless determination attracting the attention of Wolfram and Hart, Mrs Morgan now had the best room in the best hospital while the Alzheimer's rotted her brain. Lilah had been to visit her mother after her return to Los Angeles in recent months. Mrs Morgan had had no idea who she was, or that her only child had been dead in a hell dimension for a number of years.
And now she was CEO. Which was interesting. There were moments when Lilah looked in the mirror and wondered just how the hell she'd managed to get from idealistic student to hardened bitch so easily. She's tortured Peter Petrelli, in every way she knew how. Set Bela Talbot in the Hyperion in order to do more damage. And now here, in the White Room, talking to the Senior Partners themselves.
"What would you have me do?"
"What progress is there with the Champion?" the voices seemed to come from everywhere at once as she stood in the middle of that blank, white space.
"I have my agent in place to gather more information," she kept her voice steady, which was a miracle. "But the Slayer continues to be an issue. And there are other players in town, other--"
"We care not for these other players," the Senior Partners interrupted. "The Angels and their fight. This is not their dimension, nor Lucifer's, nor is it even the one calling herself 'God'. Control of this realm has been clearly defined as falling to us and the Powers That Be. That means between you and the Champion. Is that understood?"
"Of course Sirs, I merely meant that these entities are distracting many people--"
"And why are you not turning this to your advantage?"
Lilah could have sworn the volume of the voices rose and she actually frowned.
"Sirs, there is a plague of frogs."
For a moment there was silence, a long silence that seemed to stretch on for an eternity.
"We are aware of the situation. It is not of any concern. You will ignore it. Or do we need to unleash all of our power into this miserable city to drag it all down to us?"
To them. To their hell. Lilah shuddered as she remembered. Damn that perpetuity clause. Her soul to them for all eternity. There were times when she so wished to be free of them. Even death would be preferable.
"No Sirs," she lowered her eyes. "I will do as you wish."
"Good." The smug self-satisfaction in their tone was all too clear.
"Get rid of the Slayer, keep on at the Champion, oh and Lilah? Punish Lindsey for us would you? There's a good girl."