The blonde in the business suit looked slightly askance at Xander's rumpled just woke up self.  "Mr. Harris? Mr. Richard Harris?"

 

 

 

Xander snickered, "Do I look like walking beef jerky?" Xander yawned and held out a hand to the woman, "I'm a Mr. Harris, Xander Harris actually.  Great Grand Uncle Rich is.... somewhere around here."  Xander shook the hand the blonde offered, "And you are?"

 

 

 

"Lilah Morgan of Wolfram and Hart. I'm here to finalize Mr. Harris taking ownership of this property." The blonde answered and smiled politely.

 

 

 

"Cool... cool, cool, cool." Xander nodded his head, and tried to stiffle another yawn.  "Pardon me.  Late night. Still sleepy. The old bastard had me working until three in the morning on a room renovation."

 

 

 

"Oh good, the room is ready then?" Lilah tilted her head to the side and pointedly looked inside the building.  "Can we continue this inside?"

 

 

 

"The room is for you?" Xander stepped back from the door and allowed the blonde lawyer to enter the foyer.

 

 

 

Lilah suspressed a little chuckle and shook her head, "No, I'm afraid not. One of the terms of Mr. Harris taking ownership of this property is that he provide a domicile for my client."

 

 

 

"I'm not getting something here." Xander furrowed his brow, "Your client owns the place but is giving it to my Great Grand Uncle on the condition that he have a room set aside for your client? The proir owner being Richard Wilkins the third if memeory serves. Only he got blowed up three months ago. Pardon my bluntness. So your just checking on the room as a formality to see that all the i's are dotted and the t's crossed?" 

 

 

 

Lilah looked for a place to set down her briefcase and sighing held onto it as there was nothing in the entrance hall to set it down on. "No. The room is not for the recently deceased Richard Wilkins the third. Before his death Mr. Wilkins added a codicil to his will making sure that his dependant was taken care of in the event that he passed away."

 

 

 

"Dependant?" Xander asked himself.

 

 

 

"One Faith Lehane." Lilah nodded.

 

 

 

"Faith?" Xander let out a strangled yelp.

 

 

 

"You know Ms. Lehane?"

 

 

 

Reaching up to his neck Xander fought back the memory of Faith trying to strangle him to death, While at the same time trying no to get stuck in the memory of Faith fucking him.  "We've met."