Lindsey was once again face to face with Daniel O'Reilly's ice cold assistant, she was blocking his entrance to the office, telling he couldn't go because Mr O'Reilly was in a important meeting. After hearing the loud words through the door, Lindsey knew the important meeting was yet another confrontation between Daniel and Angelus. He sat to the chair next to the desk and waited till five minutes later the door flew open and very dark looking Angelus stalked past him.

“Angelus!” came Daniel's booming voice from the office but the man in question didn't even slow down, he pushed the elevator button but as it didn't seem to arrive soon enough, he headed to the stairs. Lindsey turned his eyes to the secretary, she didn't seem to even notice the scene so he figured it wasn't the first time.

“Lindsey, come in and close the door”, Daniel ordered and returned back to sit behind his large oak desk. Lindsey did as he was ordered, closing the door behind him and sat to the chair. “So what did he do?” Daniel asked with a scowl on his face, he had just seen Lindsey less than a week ago.

“I have the basic information on Buffy Summers and a confirmation that your grandson is having a sexual relationship with her”, Lindsey answered and dug a portfolio from his briefcase, he pushed it to Daniel across the desk. The older man opened the folder and his eyes landed on a picture taken at night with two figures standing on a porch, a lamp lighting the area. He could see the couple was in a intense kiss. He turned the pages, there were a lot similar pictures on the porch and several from inside with the woman pressed against the wall next to the door by his grandson.

“They closed the door after that but I'm pretty sure we know where they were headed”, Lindsey stated as Daniel got to the last picture.

“So he's fucking her, I'm not surprised. What did you find out about her?”

Lindsey dug out another folder and handed it to his boss. “Buffy Anne Summers, 24 years old, born here in LA, parents divorced when she was 15 and she moved to Sunnydale with her mother. She owns an art gallery here, it's doing profit and she has few high profile clients, Mrs Farnsworth-Smith for example.”

“That cow's still alive?!” Daniel groaned, he really couldn't stand that old bag.

“Yes she is. Miss Summers studied in UCLA and opened the gallery right after graduating. Her mother, Joyce owns a gallery in Sunnydale and the father, Hank Summers is a lawyer at Wolfram & Hart”, Lindsey continued but again was interrupted.

“I know him, damn good lawyer but a spineless bastard otherwise”, Daniel stated and Lindsey nodded distractedly, he didn't really want to voice an opinion.

“In the divorce he didn't leave anything to the wife and managed to find his way out of paying alimony, but miss Summers has a quite impressive trust fund given by Hank's parents. I'm still working on finding more information on her but it seems that it isn't your grandson's money that is attracting her.”

“That's too early to tell”, Daniel stated thoughtfully and looked at the picture in front of him, it was attached to the pages of information and looked like it was possibly taken for a driver's license.

Daniel walked into the gallery, looking around himself. His eyes landed on the woman sitting by a desk but he immediately dismissed her as she wasn't the one his grandson was seeing. He looked around himself, the gallery was beautiful, clearly kept by a woman. But the paintings were ugly, shaking his head he went to the other room that seemed to have much better looking artwork. From the corner of his eyes he saw a petite blonde walk out of the office and head to the older woman at the desk. He watched as the two women talked, the blonde showing some papers, smiling and speaking in gentle tones. Without the need to check from the surveillance picture he knew this was the woman his grandson was seeing. He watched with sharp eyes, not even one move went unnoticed. She looked sweet, even innocent and she had plenty of her own money but that didn't mean she wasn't a cunning bitch that was after his money.

“Buffy, there's a client. Must be one of those rich snobs because he just gave me a dismissive glance and went to look at the expensive paintings”, Gloria said, nodding her head to where Daniel was standing. Buffy gave her a chastising look and turned her gaze the elderly gentleman that was looking at a painting.

Daniel noticed that he was being watched and playing like he was just another customer, he casually walked into another room. He was a bit surprised when the paintings in the room were practically porn, one of them more than others. He figured she was one of those artsy people that thought painting with blood was art. What had his grandson gotten himself into? He turned to look at the woman in question, noting that she was walking his way.

“Hello, I'm Buffy Summers, can I help you?” she said with a sweet voice and offered her hand in greeting.

“Good day”, he answered and shook her hand, he didn't offer his name since he wasn't on official business. And she didn't ask for it since he didn't seem willing to give it, a fact that she found a little strange. But she had gotten used to dealing with rude people so she didn't take offense.

“Whose paintings are these?” Daniel asked, nodding at the painting.

“Everything in this room is by Faith Wyler. Unfortunately this painting is only for show”, Buffy answered and pointed at the painting Daniel considered as pornography. “The artist won't let me sell it. It's wonderful painting, she hasn't told me what it is but every viewer makes his or hers own opinion on what it presents”, she continued with a small smile playing on her lips.

“Well, I guess some people call that art but at least it has some point, unlike those. Five year olds could do better with fingerpaints”, Daniel stated pointing at Franco's work. Buffy managed to keep a straight face. As she looked at the nameless man, she felt like there was something familiar about him but she just couldn't place what it was.

“So you actually do some profit with a place like this? It appears empty”, Daniel said with a raised eyebrow, looking around himself at the empty gallery, he was the only visitor.

“It's always slow at this time of day. But yes, we are doing very well”, Buffy answered with a polite tone of voice, she didn't really want to discuss her financial situation with a total stranger but she knew not to be too blunt with a customer.

“I'm surprised with a art like this”, Daniel said, he knew perfectly well how the gallery was doing, he had read the financial statements Lindsey had brought to him. Buffy just gave him a polite smile.

The door bell jingled and Buffy turned to look who had walked in. A bright smile rose to her lips as she saw it was Angel. “Excuse me”, she said politely and walked to Angel. “Hey”, she whispered as she reached him.

“Hey”, he answered and with a crooked smirk neared her ready to kiss.

Buffy shook her head and pressed her finger to his lips, stopping him. “I have a client”, she explained softly and almost laughed out loud at the look he gave her. Both Gloria and Daniel were watching with avid interest.

Angel turned to look at the reason why he was denied from a kiss and his face darkened. His and his grandfather's eyes met. Ignoring the bloody murder his grandson was screaming at him, he neared the couple.

“It was good to meet you, miss Summers. We must continue with better time”, he said and without giving her time to answer, walked out of the gallery. Angel watched him go with dark expression on his face, apparently his grandfather knew about Buffy, how much, he didn't know. He remembered back to the morning, he had seen Lindsey sitting in front of his office, at the time he had been too pissed to think about it but now he was sure Daniel had hired the man to follow him. Lindsey was notorious on his field, lawyer turned into a private investigator for the filthy rich. Now he was seeing red.

“Angel, are you okay?” Buffy asked uncertainly, noticing the dark look on his face and the stiffness of his posture.

Angel turned his attention to Buffy, his face softening immediately. “I'm fine”, he assured her.

“Let's go to the office to talk”, she suggested and a crooked grin rose to his lips.

“Yes, to talk”, he repeated, leaving no doubt about his intentions.

“Gloria, we'll be in my office if you need me”, she announced and they left as Gloria had given her permission. As soon as she had closed the door, he attacked her lips with hungry passion.

Angel stormed into his grandfather's office without giving the secretary time to even try to stop him. There were five men in expensive suits sitting in front of Daniel's large mahogany desk that was covered with papers. “Leave now”, he growled, putting fear into the men. Everyone of them turned to look at Daniel.

“Go ahead”, he gave his permission and nodded towards the door as a sign to just leave as the men started hastily gathering the papers. They left the papers and fled the room.

“What game are you playing, old man?!” Angel yelled angrily not waiting for the door to close behind the suits.

“Calm down, Angelus”, Daniel ordered, he didn't seem at all rattled by the aggressive behavior Angel was showing.

“I am fucking calm”, Angel ground out, actually he was furious. Not only had he interfered in his life by following his every move but he had dragged Buffy into it. And that was unacceptable. She didn't need to be one of those people his grandfather screwed over.

“What were you doing at the gallery today?” Angel demanded, trying to keep himself from attacking the unfeeling man in front of him.

“Same thing as you were, meeting your girlfriend”, Daniel answered coolly, he had been in business for half a century and even come against some shady people so he wasn't intimidated by his own grandson, no matter how dangerous he looked.

Angel's eyes turned into slits and his whole appearance darkened. “You stay away from her, do you hear me?!” he growled, jabbing his finger at the man.

“All this for a little girl? I have a right to know where my money is going”, Daniel said and jumped to his feet. He had been cool and collected till then but the anger in Angel was catching, he could listen to his outburst to a point.

“I don't care about your rights! I don't want you anywhere near her. And you better call Lindsey off my ass”, Angel said in a threatening tone and took a step closer, but Daniel didn't even flinch.

“You are in no position to give me orders, son. Remember where your money comes from. Do you really think you could live on your girlfriend's money, I know you've made living on other people's money an art form but I doubt your pride could take living off of a woman”, he said calmly but there was a menacing undertone.

“Fuck you!” Angel yelled and swept the papers off the desk with a swing of a hand. He hit his fist into the surface and leaned over the desk, not letting his dark eyes off the cool eyes of his grandfather. “Stay the fuck out of my business. And stay away from her”, he said with a deadly calm voice, pronouncing every word very carefully. For a moment it was a battle of wills, until he turned and stormed out of the office the same way he had come in.

“Close the door”, Daniel growled to his secretary and sat back down to his hair. A grim smile rose to his lips, Angelus had actually reminded him of his father when he told he was going to marry Angelus' mother. He didn't know if that was a good or a bad thing.

Angel and Buffy were laying in bed, waiting for sleep to come. He was mindlessly playing with the strands of her hair, he had found out that he loved running his hands through it and feeling the silky softness between his fingers. Buffy turned to look at him, his face was in a frown and he seemed to be deep in thought. She had noticed he was distracted and that something was bothering him. He lifted his gaze and their eyes met. He could see the concern in her eyes. He sighed.

“Remember that old timer in the gallery today?” he started and earned a gentle slap to the chest from her.

“He was a client”, she said giving him a chastising look.

“He wasn't a client. He's my grandfather”, he stated and her eyes widened in surprise. She knew there was something familiar in his looks. Now that she looked at Angel, she could state for sure that they had the same nose and eyes, only his grandfather's were darker and calculating as Angel's were warm and playful.

“I met your grandfather and didn't even know it”, she said, kicking herself. Great first impression!

“Unfortunately, yes”, he grumbled.

“You don't get along?” she asked with a frown on her face. He gave her a smile and smoothed down the lines from her forehead.

“You could say that”, he stated.

“I'm sorry”, she whispered. He gave her another smile and leaned down into a soft kiss, their lips barely touching.

“Don't be”, he said, smoothing her hair back. She was too sweet for her own good.

“I know it's hard when you've fallen apart from family. I haven't seen my dad in over a year even though we live in the same city. After the divorce everything was difficult, but I still wanted to be close to him, no matter what had happened. So I understand the situation”, she said softly, remembering her father was not something she liked to do because it only brought feelings of hurt back to the surface.

“What happened?” he asked, he wasn't certain if she wanted to share but it looked like she needed to get things off her chest. He knew his situation was completely different from hers, she wanted her father's love and acceptance as he didn't even like his grandfather, they had never gotten along and he didn't want his approval.

Buffy shifted uncomfortably, finally turning to her back and staring at the ceiling. “Dad... he had... other women. He and mom were always fighting, for a long time before they got divorced. He wouldn't pay alimony so mom moved to Sunnydale when she got a job there, that's when I started seeing dad less and less. Till he just didn't keep any contact. It was pointless to call him, he was always at work or one of his bimbos answered the phone. At one point the money situation was really bad and he wouldn't help even then. He just erased us from his life, like we never had been part of his life.” She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath before turning to her side and finally looking at him.

“His parents looked me up when I was eighteen and gave me a trust fund, that's how I got to college and could by the gallery”, she added and quieted, it was clear she didn't want to continue. He pulled her into his arms and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“It's his loss”, he stated and smoothed back her hair. It appeared that her life hadn't been such a easy one as he had thought, he himself had plenty of experience with fighting and negligent parents. He raised her chin with his finger, forcing her to look at him. Her eyes were bright with unshed tears and he hated the feeling that the hurt look on her face caused him.

“Forget him. He doesn't deserve your tears”, he said seriously. He cupped her face with both of his hands, preventing her from looking away. For a long time they just stared into each others eyes, neither of them saying anything.

She raised her hand and ran her fingers through his hair, her hand settling to chin and her thumb brushing over his lower lip. “Kiss me”, she whispered and there was no need to ask twice. Slowly he leaned down and brushed his lips over hers, nipping at her lips before kissing her with passion.