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a quiet weekend of Christmas shopping, Sheridan and Angel spent
much of Sunday wrapping presents and getting them ready to ship
back east. Sheridan had it much easier than Angel; Angel had
a hell of a time buying presents and trying to organize a surprise
present for Nick. On the one hand, she wanted to be sure he
didn't feel left out on Christmas morning. And on the other
hand, one of the presents she planned on giving him would have
to wait until they were in LA. She decided that she would plan
a little Christmas celebration of their own when they returned
Angel ended up filling
in for her friend, Mike on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday evening
at the bar. Therefore, she had to cancel her dinner plans with
Nick all weekend.
Nick wasn't too happy,
but he understood. Well, to a point he understood. He sometimes
wished Angel didn't need to work at the restaurant but he knew
that she was an independent woman who had financial responsibilities.
He admired her ambition. She was highly motivated and she never
stopped looking for a job in her chosen field. Nick had often
wondered why she kept newspaper clippings in her bedroom. One
day, he finally picked one up to read it. He saw all of her
notes in the margins and chuckled; she was definitely going
to make a name for herself in the industry, whether it started
with this film or not.
Monday morning, Sheridan
decided she needed to get back to work; she couldn't let Tom
influence her job negatively. She left Angel a note knowing
she would worry when she realized she wasn't home. Sheridan
looked at the clock as she headed out the door, 'Seven fifteen.
Damn, I must be crazy going into work this early.'
Sheridan was the
first one to arrive at work and began catching up from her week's
absence. By 8:30, other employees began coming into the office.
Sheridan thought that people would be talking about her behind
her back, but no one seemed to care. They all asked her how
she was feeling. She felt so relieved and was able to catch
up on most of the work that had piled up on her desk before
lunchtime. The best part was that Tom didn't appear to be coming
into the office until later that afternoon. Sheridan had an
interview at one o'clock, so she quickly ate lunch at her desk,
and then slipped out for her meeting.
Slamming the door
as she walked through the living room, Sheridan threw her bag
on the couch. Angel walked out of the bathroom while pulling
her hair up in a ponytail. "Hey Sheridan, what's the matter?"
down on the couch with a thud and mumbled, "Nothing."
Angel tried to hide
her smirk, "Nothing huh? Then why are you pouting like
a five year old?"
burned red, "Okay, so I'm pouting. Everyone deserves a
good pout, right? You always say you deserve a good cry. Well,
I decided everyone deserves a good pout."
Just don't tell Nick your new theory, okay?"
Sheridan busted out
laughing, "Good point. I won't."
"So, you going
to tell me what's wrong with you or do I need to bribe it out
of you with a nice home cooked meal?"
Sheridan's eyes lit
up, "You're not going over to Carter's tonight? I thought
for sure you would since you haven't seen him all weekend."
coming here after he finishes up at the studio if that counts."
"Oh yeah, I
got an email from either A.J. or Howie and they mentioned they
were going to be in the studio this weekend working on the soundtrack."
Sheridan said absentmindedly as she took off her sneakers and
socks. "Has Nick said anything about the music to you?"
think being his girlfriend, I'd get a few perks," Angel
winked at Sheridan.
"You get other
perks woman! Stop complaining."
Pretending to be
shocked, Angel gasped, "I'm not complaining." Angel
laughed to herself thinking, 'Fine. I'll surprise you with my
perks. I won't tell you who else is coming to dinner.'
Angel walked back
into the kitchen to resume cooking. Shouting out to Sheridan,
"So, how did it go today? You know, the whole first day
back at work with Tom and your job interview thing?"
A knock on the door,
interrupted their conversation. Sheridan opened up the door
and her mouth dropped open. Trying to recover, she cleared her
throat, "Hey Nick, Kevin. Come on in."
Angel came over to greet her guests, "Hey Babe. You're
early," she spoke as she greeted Nick with a kiss.
Quietly he whispered,
"I've missed you."
Blushing, Angel replied,
Kevin had heard Angel's
question to Sheridan just before they knocked and was curious
to hear the answer. He loved that Angel had a loud voice. "Hey
Angel, Sheridan. Are we too early?"
yourself at home. Dinner's almost done." Angel's hands
motioned them to the living room as she retreated into the kitchen.
Looking down, Sheridan
noticed she had taken off her socks and sneakers, which were
now thrown on the floor in front of Kevin. 'Please don't be
able to smell my sweaty socks.' "I'll be right back. Make
yourselves at home." Sheridan practically raced into the
living room to retrieve her items then ran into her bedroom
Both Nick and Kevin
watched in amusement. Nick said to Kevin, "Guess Angel
didn't tell her we would be coming over, huh?"
Kevin smiled, "Well,
she may have known about you, but I think I may have been a
surprise to her."
Nick whispered, "Hey
that reminds me. Did you get a hold of your buddy last week?"
Kevin looked back
over his shoulder to see Sheridan's bedroom door still closed
and Angel keeping herself busy in the kitchen. "Yup, I
sure did. He's going to call me first thing tomorrow morning.
He's got some great stuff too." Kevin was quite pleased
Nick was still unsure
about this plan, "Well, be sure to keep me out of it, okay?
I need to be able to get along with her during the holiday break."
little man. It's cool."
Neither of the men
heard Sheridan return to the living room, "What can I get
you guys to drink?" Sheridan asked trying to maintain her
composure. Nick jumped in surprise, causing Kevin and Sheridan
to laugh. "No caffeine for you Carter."
"I'll have a
"Make that two
please." Kevin looked at Nick, "Where are your manners
boy? Don't forget to use them at Angel's house. They may think
you are a spoiled little pop star."
know who I am, yet." Nick gave a sheepish look to Sheridan,
"I'll be right
back." Sheridan said as she stormed into the kitchen looking
for Angel. "What the hell? Why didn't you tell me we were
having company?" Sheridan was gritting her teeth together
to keep from yelling.
Angel looked at Sheridan
while she tossed the salad, "I did."
Sheridan hissed under
her breath, "NO, NOT EVERYONE."
"Oh, it must
have slipped my mind I guess," Angel was highly amused.
As the couples sat
down for dinner, the conversation flowed much more smoothly.
Sheridan hadn't answered her question about her day, "So
Sheridan, how was your first day back at work?"
Kevin glanced at
Angel, giving her a wink. Turning his eyes toward Sheridan,
he waited for her answer.
After Sheridan chewed
her steak, she carefully answered Angel's question, "It
"Did you see
Tom?" Angel was being nosey.
"I saw him briefly
this afternoon," Sheridan shrugged it off not offering
any more information.
Angel took the hint
and went another route, "How did the interview go today?"
Kevin decided to
join in on the conversation, "Oh yeah. How did that go?"
Nick eyed him suspiciously.
He knew Kevin was up to no good and wondered how he knew about
Kevin noticed Nick's
expression and decided to explain, "When we were out to
eat last Wednesday, Sheridan mentioned it."
expression was one that none of them could quite read. "It
went okay, but the job is definitely not for me. I don't think
by coughing *bullshit* into her napkin, then gave her roommate
a sweet smirk causing Nick and Kevin to chuckle.
"As I was saying
before I was rudely interrupted, the job was fine, but the guy
would be a nightmare to work for, he's totally disorganized
and a slob. I would love to find the perfect job."
Kevin thought back
to his conversation with Marybeth on Friday. He couldn't help
but smile the rest of the night, even well after he and Nick
had left the girls' apartment.
Kevin read his email. One email in particular from his buddy,
Trevor, the private investigator who had been trailing Tom since
last Friday evening, was most enticing.
Kevin took great
joy rereading the report and seeing the pictures in Trevor's
email. An evil smile crossed his lips as Kevin picked up the
"Hi Tom, it's
Kevin Richardson. I was wondering if you were free to meet me
Kevin could almost
picture Tom leaping out of his chair. Tom stuttered in complete
shock, "Hey Kevin, ah…um…yeah. I'd love to."
"If you're free,
why don't we meet for breakfast at nine o'clock at the International
House of Pancakes on Sunset?
Closing his eyes
to keep from screaming, Tom tried to keep his voice under control,
he didn't want the little scream to come out of his mouth, "Sounds
great. I'll be there."
Kevin ended the call
quickly, "Wonderful. Do me a favor - don't mention this
to Sheridan either. See you then."
Tom avoided Sheridan
all day Tuesday. He didn't want to see her in case he slipped
up and talked about Kevin. Of course, Sheridan was doing the
same so it suited her just fine.
At lunchtime, she
left the office to go on another interview. When she arrived
home, she didn't have much time to talk to Angel before they
headed out to their group meeting. In the car, Sheridan gave
Angel a reader's digest version of her day. Angel thought Tom
avoiding her was a bit odd. The man had been pestering her since
the initial confrontation.
The meeting was routine.
A film schedule was handed out for January with location shots,
actors who would be needed, etc. There was a week left open
so that some of the crew could travel to the Sundance Film Festival.
Sheridan made a mental note to book as many interviews in that
time period as she could. That would give her ample time to
find the right job.
Tom arrived at the International House of Pancakes fifteen minutes
early. He couldn't drive around the neighborhood to pass the
time away though. He was so nervous, he was afraid he might
crash his car. Tom had been up half the night wondering why
Kevin called him, hoping the attraction was mutal.
Kevin had already
arrived fifteen minutes before Tom. He had his file, photos,
and tape recorder all set up in his briefcase. Kevin was excited
about this confrontation. He felt like a spy and it gave him
a thrill. He kept telling himself that he was just polishing
up on his acting skills. He noticed Tom arriving early and watched
him sweat it out. Kevin observed Tom looking nervous and decided
to cut him some slack. Standing up he waved Tom over. Just then,
Kevin noticed someone else, and gave another little wave. The
man returned the gesture and sat back at the counter to watch.
By the end of their
meeting, Tom looked as white as a ghost. He didn't feel like
going into work, but he had no choice. Kevin made it perfectly
clear what the consequences would be if he didn't do what he
was asked to do. Kevin's buddy being there only reinforced the
seriousness of Kevin's threat. "You have my word Kevin.
I'll leave Sheridan alone."
Kevin smiled knowing he had Tom in the palm of his hand. "Good.
Now go back to your office and do what you need to do, okay?"
Tom gulped, "Yes."
He left with his legs feeling like Jello. This hadn't been the
type of meeting he had wanted to have with Kevin, not even close.
Tom was dazed, he thought Kevin was a nice guy from Kentucky,
but he was just a Hollywood player and a snake.
Kevin packed up his
belongings and moved next to his friend at the counter. "All
set boss?" Trevor asked.
Kevin smiled back
at him, "Yup. You did good man. Thanks a lot." Kevin
then handed Trevor a manila envelope and picked up Trevor's
dining check, walked to the cashier, and paid for both meals.
Sheridan was in a
great mood when she woke up. She knew it was going to be a long
day since she and Angel had a meeting in the evening with the
guys about the project, but nothing could ruin her good mood.
Well, almost nothing.
Tom walked up to
Sheridan's desk around eleven thirty. "Could I talk to
you for a moment in my office please?"
Sheridan didn't even
bother looking up at him, "I don't think that's a good
Sheridan and I expect to see you in my office in fifteen minutes."
Tom voiced his disapproval, leaving her as he walked back into
his office, slamming the door shut.
Sheridan was stunned.
'Who was this man? And where was her so-called boyfriend, or
rather, ex-boyfriend?' He had never talked to her like that
More pissed than
ever, Sheridan banged on his door at exactly 11:45AM. "You
wanted to see me Boss?"
"Yes, shut the
door Sheridan." Tom stood up in front of his desk. He crossed
his arms and ankles before continuing, "Take a seat. I
need to talk to you about your behavior over the last few months."
Sheridan sat down.
She didn't think her jaw could possibly drop open farther than
it had, "What?"
Tom continued, "I
have gone back over all of our employee's sick and vacation
time records. I just can't keep you on the payroll Sheridan.
You aren't pulling your weight around here and are not reliable
to this company anymore. You've been out sick 10 days in the
past two months alone."
Sheridan was wrong.
Her mouth could drop open wider, "Are you serious Tom?"
Tom pulled together
all the strength he had in order to face her. Looking directly
into her eyes coldly, he replied, "Yes Sheridan, you are
fired. You've got ten minutes to empty out your desk and clean
up your computer before you are escorted out of the building
by security. I wish you luck."
Tom turned around
and walked behind his desk, "Close the door on your way
what was left of her pride, and quietly left his office, returning
to her desk to quickly empty it out. Tom wasn't kidding. Ten
minutes later, two security guards escorted Sheridan out of
the office. She was humiliated. She had never been fired before;
she had never been escorted out of a building before; she never
wanted to relive this day again.
She barely remembered
the drive home as she slammed the front door closed, Sheridan
raced into her bedroom. She immediately booted up her computer
and began searching for jobs. She thought she would have a few
more weeks' pay. She never expected to be fired. Now, she was
panicking; she had no time to wallow in self-pity. Hurt, indignation,
and humiliation were her driving force now. After almost two
and a half hours of searching for jobs and sending resumes via
email attachments, Sheridan realized she hadn't eaten anything
since breakfast. It was now 3:00 PM. As she walked into the
kitchen, she broke down in tears. Her sobs wracked her body
and she couldn't get her breathing under control. She was alone,
and she didn't want to be. She wanted her friend to comfort
her and tell her everything was going to be okay. Because at
this particular moment, nothing felt like it was going to be
Reaching for the
phone, Sheridan dialed Angelina's cell number.
your cell is ringing," Nick yelled from the living room.
"Could you answer
it for me please? It may be the bar."
Nick thought about
it for a second and almost let it go to voicemail, but he decided
he better answer it. "Hello, Angelina's phone."
Is that you?" Sheridan was trying to maintain a steady
voice so he wouldn't think something was wrong.
"Yes, it's Nick.
Sheridan, is that you? What's wrong?"
Angel walked out
of the bedroom where she finished getting dressed. When she
saw the look on Nick's face, she started to worry, "Who
is that?" she mouthed.
I need to talk to Angel though. Is she around?" Sheridan's
voice was a bit stronger.
right here. Hold on Sheridan." As Nick handed Angel the
phone, he covered the mouthpiece, "I think she's crying.
She's definitely upset about something."
Giving Nick a kiss
on his cheek, she took the phone. "Hey Sheridan. How are
"I've been better,"
was all Sheridan said before she broke down in tears. Angel
couldn't understand a word she was saying. She looked over at
Nick with concern written all over her face.
"Hang on Sheridan.
I'll be right home. We can talk then, okay?"
Thank you. I'm so-sorry if I'm ruining your time with Nick.
Tell him I'm sorry. Bye."
about it Sheridan. Bye."
her cell and bit the inside of her cheek. She couldn't figure
out what could have made her roommate this upset. She turned
towards Nick, "I'm gonna get going home Babe."
Nick walked up to
Angel and gave her a strong hug, "I understand. Call me
when you can, okay?" Nick captured her lips in a kiss that
made Angel sees stars.
Breaking the kiss,
she stepped back and answered in a raspy voice, "Of course.
You did that on purpose, didn't you?"
Nick's sly grin gave
him away as he blushed. "I love… to get you worked up."
Nick's mind screamed at him, 'What are you doing? You could
have told her how you feel!' His rational side chimed in, 'Now
is not the time.'
Angel's heart leaped
into her throat. Then she cursed her brain for thinking Nick
might have said something else. 'You are an idiot!' her subconscious
"I gotta go
Nick. I'll call you later." Angel left as quickly as she
could. As she started her car, she was grateful that Sheridan's
problems would probably distract her own thoughts from what
she thought Nick was going to say.
As Angel got out
of her car, she began walking towards the building when she
noticed Patrick coming out of his apartment. "Good Afternoon
Angel. Haven't seen you around lately. How are you doing?"
She faked a smile,
"Hello Patrick. I'm good thanks - just getting ready for
the holidays. How are you?"
contain his excitement as he actually got Angel to say more
than a sentence or two to him. "I'm great thanks. Have
a good day."
count on it," she mumbled as she unlocked her door.
When she walked in,
she took in the view of her roommate in her bathrobe and fuzzy-wuzzy
slippers, surrounded by Kleenex on the couch. Sitting down on
the other end of the sofa, Angel began to cajole her into telling
her what happened.
I was… I can't believe it," Sheridan struggled between
tears and anger.
I still don't understand." Angel decided she needed to
set her overnight bag on the floor; her shoulder was killing
pansy prick, you know what he did to me?" Sheridan's voice
raised a couple of octaves.
"Tom. I should
have known. What did Tom do?"
"HE FIRED ME!"
Sheridan finally said the words aloud, or rather screamed them.
She proceeded to blow her nose as Angel went to hug her.
Seeing the positive
in every situation, Angel began her cheering up speech. "I'm
sorry Sheridan. But think of it this way, you won't have to
deal with his drama anymore."
"I am UN-employed
Angel! I didn't care about the drama in my life just as long
as I was able to make a living. What am I going to do now?"
"Well, you still
have one job that pays fairly well. Maybe this happened for
a reason Sheridan. I believe everything does happen for a reason.
Maybe this will help you find your perfect job."
"God, stop being
so optimistic. Life isn't all sunshine and roses Angel!"
Sheridan blew her nose again.
Feeling the sting
of Sheridan's words and being a bit emotional herself, Angel
lashed back, "I KNOW that Sheridan. Life sucks and then
you die. We are all going to hell in a hand basket." Beginning
to calm down, she continued, "Now is that what you want
to hear?" Angel gave a little grin to show she was somewhat
kidding and to cover up her own emotions.
The result caused
Sheridan to laugh. "Yeah, I guess you're right, in a way.
But, I'm not as positive and cheerful as you are. Don't expect
Suzie Sunshine anytime soon."
Angel burst out laughing,
"No worries. Now, tell me what happened."
Sheridan gave her
a recap of her morning at work, the conversation with Tom, and
then her marathon job hunt on the internet. "I must have
sent out over a hundred resumes, filled in job applications,
and made contacts. I don't even remember half of what I applied
for, just that I thought I could do the job. A paycheck is a
town, Kevin had been walking on clouds all day. He returned
home from the studio, deciding to call it a day early. He needed
to stop being a perfectionist and let the producers do their
job without him standing around. The Underdogs were working
on a song the boys had recorded earlier that week.
As soon as Kevin
got home, he went straight to his computer. He clicked on his
email and a smile, a mile wide, crossed his face. "Perfect."
Picking up the phone,
he dialed an all too familiar number. "Hello, I'd like
to speak to Marybeth Cromwell please."
"Hold on while
I connect you."
this is Marybeth Cromwell."
it's Kevin. I wanted to thank you again for all your help Friday
night. Could you do me another favor and take down that job
description we posted on the web?"
Marybeth smiled and
questioned, "She bought it? I mean she answered the ad?"
and sinker," Kevin was smirking, his spur of the moment
plan had gone off without a hitch.
I had nothing to do with this." Marybeth warned him. "If
this plan does or doesn't work, I don't want to hear my name
mentioned anywhere in it, got it?"
Sheridan will never know, especially if you take down the job
ad now. Also, could you arrange to have that actor meet with
me tonight to go over my plan? I'm writing her back to schedule
an interview with him tomorrow."
"Not a problem.
Jacob will be at your place at ten tonight, after our meeting,
so you can prep him."
greatest Marybeth. I owe ya one. See you tonight."
Marybeth hung up the phone and smirked as she thought for a
moment. 'I know what you could do for me Kevin.'
As soon as Kevin
hung up, he opened up his Microsoft Word program, looking for
the document he had saved earlier. Being the perfectionist,
he had his response for Sheridan all ready to go. All he needed
to do was cut and paste it into the reply email from the dummy
email account he had set up.
Sheridan heard the
familiar new email ring coming from the computer in her room.
She bounced off the couch to see who it was from.
Her eyes lit up.
It was from one of the ads she had answered that afternoon.
"Oh my God, I have NO idea what job this is for."
Sheridan began to panic, "ANGEL, HELP!"
Angel was talking
on her phone to Nick, letting him know that all was well when
sound like she's okay Angel," Nick listened to see what
was going on.
"Well, she was
fine ten minutes ago. Hold on," Angel walked into Sheridan's
room with a loud sigh. She could see Sheridan's fingers flying
across the keyboard as she searched through her history file
on Internet Explorer. "What's wrong?"
Sheridan turned to
look at her roommate, "I don't know what job this is for!"
In the same whiney
tone, Angel replied, "I don't know what you're talking
Nick couldn't help
but laugh. Ever since he heard from Angel, he felt so much better.
He had a weird feeling ever since Angel left his apartment earlier
that day. There was an uncomfortable pause between them that
he thought was going to cause problems. Hearing his girlfriend
being her sarcastic, witty self, he pushed those thoughts from
his mind. Everything was fine; he was just overreacting.
Sheridan read the
email response distinctly to Angel. "Dear Ms. Anderson.
Thank you for inquiring about the open position, for what I
would call, 'the perfect job'. I would like to set up a meeting
with you at the Ivy Restaurant for lunch tomorrow at 1:30PM.
Ask the Maitre'D for Jacob. You will be dining informally with
my assistant. I'd also like to set up a tentative interview
with you for Monday, December 22nd. Does 10 AM work for you?
If you pass Jacob's assessment of your skills, I will write
to confirm or deny our tentative meeting on Monday. I hope all
goes well tomorrow. I look forward to a one on one meeting with
you personally. A prompt reply is appreciated." Taking
a deep breath, Sheridan looked up at Angel, "There's no
signature. What the hell? Who in their right mind sends email
and hires people without a damn signature?"
Angel read over Sheridan's
shoulder, "That's really strange."
Nick started laughing
again. This reeked of Kevin Richardson. Nick would need to talk
to Kevin to confirm it. "Hey Angel, I'll see you in a little
while at the meeting. Are you planning on staying over tonight?"
Angel couldn't tell
if Nick actually wanted her to or not. Casually, she replied,
"If you want me to. I have no other plans."
'What the hell?'
Nick thought. 'I guess I deserved that. I wasn't too inviting.'
I was planning on watching a movie with you. Your kind of movie
Angel softened. "Really?
to come over and see."
"You got a date,"
Angel said with a goofy grin on her face.
part of the conversation and shouted loudly, her intended target
being Nick, "Want me to drive to the meeting so you can
go with Nick to his place?"
Nick replied in Angel's
ear, "Sounds like a plan to me." Angel nodded her
head with a smile.
The crisis seemed
to be over for the moment.
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