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Call Waiting 5
"Go," Angel said firmly, pushing Wesley and Cordelia out the door. "It's late. I'll be fine. It's not like the phone's ringing off the hook." He shut the door over their protests, grinning to himself.
Of course, the phone rang two minutes later.
"Angel Investigations. We help the hopeless."
A cultured masculine voice spoke. "I'd like to speak to the head of the agency, please."
"Speaking," Angel said cautiously, lowering himself into the chair. He leaned back and put his feet up on the desk.
"Excellent. Let me explain my situation. I'm a wealthy man. An associate of yours contacted me recently. He suggested that you might be perfect for my elite team of crime-fighters."
"I already have a job, thank you," Angel said politely.
"I'm sure we could work around that. I usually employ women only, but given your credentials, and special circumstances, I'd be delighted to hire you immediately."
Angel raised an eyebrow. He repeated, "Special circumstances?"
"Well, your name, of course. And your associate said something about you being, uh, 'magnificent'."
Angel sighed. "May I ask your name, please?"
"Charlie. So, how about it, Angel?"
