"Well. I may not know a lot — No. That’s not true. I do know a lot, about a lot of things, and I can definitely tell you that those shoes? Not cheap. Add that to the tailor made suit, meticulously manicured nails, and the scarf that could probably feed a small country for at least a day…. maybe two, it was either success or trust fund baby. Given the determined state of mind and the declaration of being a proud bitch-card carrying member of the work force, success was rather the obvious conclusion." Her lips curled into a piercing smirk as her head tilted back. "Besides. Failures don’t get called bitch," she declared, offering a just as meticulously manicured hand towards the woman.
"Lydia Martin. I should have known. Lawyer, that is. And I will assume that it is, until it’s proven otherwise."
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"You certainly do know a lot, a lot more than I would’ve expected. But that’s perfect, isn’t it?" She smirked softly, looking the girl over. "You look like the stereotypical pretty girl, popular teenager, and yet… You’re absolutely brilliant, aren’t you?" She watched that smirk form and felt a sense of familiarity run through her. "I am certainly not a trust fund baby. Worked for everything I have. It’s an absolute pleasure, Ms. Lydia Martin." She took her hand and shook it.
"I have a feeling you’re going to be doing great things."
Ooh, Sunnydale. And you… Daniel ‘Oz’ Osbourne. Guitar player extraordinaire, among many other things.
It’s a pleasure.
I thought as much. Hence, the previous use of the multiple words ‘thinks they can’, versus the singular of ‘can’. Anyone who’s worked as hard as you likely have to reach what is clearly a high, or comparatively so, degree of success isn’t likely to simply give it away. Well. At least not in the case of…a woman who has yet to reach their plateau. And as for the latter, yes, that particular title does take some finesse to win, if it’s worn with pride. Which I suspect it is.
Clearly a high degree of success, well thank you. I’m a lawyer for Wolfram & Hart, you may have heard of us. Many of the men actually seem to think compliments and staring at my chest will get them places, when in reality it just gets them.. Eliminated. Fired, I mean, you know how it is. It is certainly worn with absolute pride.
And just who are you? You remind me of myself at your age, which I promise, is a compliment.
Well. I think at least part of your difficulty in enjoying the holiday season is self-apparent, then. However, if you are lacking in friends and family then it’s quite likely that associates, colleagues and those that think they could have a chance to be either friend or colleague if they curried enough favor also serve as a suitable substitute for such purposes.
There’s no difficulty, red. And no one curries favor with me, it’s just not my style. Certainly, I received many a gift from a lower floor employee wishing to gain favor - and floors - with a simple token of their appreciation. As if, I mean, really. The reason I don’t like Christmas is because I choose not to, because holiday spirit happens to make me gag. And I lack in friends and family on purpose, it’s called being… What does everyone call me? Oh yes, a bitch, something akin to that.
If you don’t enjoy Christmas then clearly your friends and family are shopping in the wrong price bracket.
What’s funny about that statement is you believe I have family or friends.
At least we’re done with one miserable holiday. Of course, we still have New Year’s to get through, but it’s the lesser of two evils.