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A Lonely Heart's Wish	By : shaliscarai Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 9056 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gargoyles/Disney related but the original character, Eve Anderson, is from my own mind and is not a character of Disney. I get no pay and am only doing this for fun

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She lays her head down on the desk, banging it several times in frustration. After the meeting, she had to put out two media ‘fires’ over Gargoyle ‘sightings’, more six more meetings to a different day because of scheduling issues, fire an employee, and quell rumors that the employee was having an affair with her. “Worst day ever!” she growls, lifting her head to look at the time. “Fuck! I’m gonna be late!” She jumps up and runs for the elevators.
She fidgets, glancing at her watch several times as she waits for the elevator. Finally she hears the familiar ping and the doors open. She rushes forward, not watching where she’s going.
“Whoa!” Sarah Jenkins, the office secretary, steps aside as Eve nearly bowls her over. “Slow down! Got a hot date or something?”
“Sorry.” Eve smiles as a blush creeps up her neck. “I’m almost late for a meeting. Been hell week for me.”
The doors close and she sees her disheveled hair in the mirror doors. Seeing Eve’s crestfallen look, Sarah leans over and fixes it with a few deft flicks of her hand. “It’s ok. We all have those weeks. Come Friday you’ll be ready to curl up with Samuel and a good book.”
“Thanks, Sarah.” She smiles as the doors open again. “You take such good care of me.”
Sarah steps out but holds the elevator. “It should be me thanking you, Eve. The whole secretarial pool is relieved Eric Monroe finally got kicked to the curb and that you were the one to do it. He was a slimeball.” She moves her hand, letting the doors close. “See you tomorrow.”
“Yeah. Tomorrow.” She sags against the wall, feeling it move up again. She shakes her head, trying to figure out why everyone hated Monroe so much. Having never been near him until today when she had to fire him, she had no real clue to his character. The doors open again, letting her exit into the solarium.
She had only been to the solarium a few times but each time she stares around her in awe. Huge trees reach the ceiling, grass and brick walkways replaced the previous metal floors, and benches are set in the shelter of low branches, giving the whole scene a park like look. She knew that once spring brought in more sunlight to the floor to ceiling windows, flowers would begin to bloom all around the walkways. It was a peaceful place she wished she visit more often but most times it was closed off when she would have time for it.
She walks deeper into the solarium, following a walkway she knew would take her to a small clearing in the center. Her nerves kick up again, speeding her ever faster along the path. As she turns the final corner, she sees a small wooden table covered with a cloth and two chairs. A silver serving set with platters of food sit nearby on a cart.
Standing by one of the chairs with his back to her, Owen glances down at his watch. “I see you arrived with only one minute to spare. We will have to work on your punctuality, Miss Anderson.”
“Please forgive me.” Her shoulders sag in defeat. “I had to fire someone today and it took calling security to get him to leave.”
He turns and walks over, pulling out a chair for her. “Yes, I heard Mr. Monroe would be leaving us today. Please sit.” He pushes the chair forward, letting her settle in before pouring tea. “It was well past time for him to look for greener pastures. I do not like having to set up surveillance on employees like him.”
She frowns, watching him sit across from her and lay his napkin on his lap. She quickly does the same, knowing it would be bad manners to leave it on the table. “I don’t think I understand. I’ve heard nothing about this guy til today.”
“Would you like sugar or cream?” Seeing her refusal of both, He pours his own tea. “You have heard nothing about his harassment of the women on his floor?”
She nearly chokes on her first sip. “He what?”
“I see you have not.” He leans back, studying her. “It began six months ago when you talked to a woman named Amanda Jones. Do you remember her?”
She dabs at her mouth. “I remember her. She was crying in one of the Ladies bathrooms one day. I talked to her for over an hour trying to get her to tell me what had happened. She never did.”
“Something you said stuck with her. Later that day she came to me and told me that Mr. Monroe had threatened to fire her and accuse her of stealing if she did not have sex with him. Apparently she had been blocking his advances towards her and would not be alone with him so he tried to force her. I take this kind of accusation very seriously.” He removes the covers off the platters and begins to fill her plate. “It took two more months to get all the evidence I needed. In the meantime, I moved Miss ones to another department and replaced her with one of our older and less lovely assistants.”
She laughs softly. “I bet he loved that.”
“We will start with salad. The fork for that is to the far left. You always work from outside in.” He lifts the correct fork for emphasis before beginning to eat. “As a matter of fact, He tried to fire Olivia 22 times. I, of course, would not allow it.”
She picks at her salad, digesting the information he is giving her. “Why didn’t you fire him then? Why me?”
“It was not my place as it is not my department.” He lays his fork down, waiting for her to finish before the next course. “Fox knew what was going on and agreed that it would be very appropriate for a woman to fire him since he believes they are beneath him.”
“I wish I had known beforehand.” She leans back, letting him exchange plates for the main course. “I wouldn’t have let security take so long.”
He watches her eye the two remaining forks. “As I said, work outside in. It will be the next fork to the right of the one you just used.”
Her lips twitch up. “Thank you.”
“I thought a simple dinner would be appropriate. “ He nods towards her tea cup. “There will be wine glasses instead of tea at the banquet and that will be another lesson. For now, placement of the forks, knives, and spoons will be enough.”
She laughs softly. “I just hope I can remember when the time comes.”
“You have such little faith in yourself.” He watches her as she sips at her tea. “Why is that?”
“Years of practice.” She sets her fork down, signaling she is done. “Working here is probably the first thing I’ve done right in my life.”
He replaces her plate with a bowl of soup, again lifting the appropriate utensil so she knows where it is. “I am sure there are many instances where you have done well. I have seen it myself.”
“I will believe that the day you talk openly about yourself.” She quips, smiling slyly.
He leans back in his chair, one finger tapping lightly on his lip. “Is that a challenge, Miss Anderson?”
“Take it how you like it, Owen.” She sighs softly. “I am not one to analyze myself. I know my faults and they are many.”
“Very well. I will allow you honest answers to 5 questions every evening so long as you do the same in return when time allows.” He switches the bowls out for a small plate with strawberry cheesecake on it.
“Really.” she looks thoughtful for a moment. “Ok. What’s your favorite color?
He stares into her blue eyes. “Blue.”
“Fast sports car or stylish sedan?”
“Neither. I prefer motorcycles.” His eyes gleam with mischief.
She grins into her cup as she sips. “Bikini, boxers, or briefs?”
“None of the above.” He nearly laughs as she spills her drink.
“Commando?” She chokes out.
“Is that a question?” He lifts a brow at her.
“Um, no.” She quickly composes herself. “Have you always been in business?”
“No. I have done many trades over my lifetime.”
Confused, she tries another route. “How old are you?”
“Ah! Now we are getting somewhere!” He smiles. “I am 2759 yrs old.”
“What? How?” She sputters in shock.
“That question will be answered at another time.” He stands, bowing low over her hand. “Your questions are up for the day and it is time for me to go.” His lips brush lightly over her hand. “Good evening, Miss Anderson.”
Shocked, she watches him walk away from her. She blinks, allowing her senses to show the magic swirling around him as he disappears.
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