Somehow, the effect of a few days' hard-earned vacation is lessened when one gets back to the office to discover that she's been assigned scut work. I received a confidential memo from the Partners instructing me to keep a discreet eye on Kennedy; it appears she's stirring up trouble with certain members of Angel Investigations as well as some of the city's demon population. You would think the girl would know better than to draw unwanted attention our way. I have much more important things to attend to than babysitting a petulant, grand-standing brat, but my only option at this point is to clench my jaw, smile and say, Certainly, I'd be happy to.
Why exactly does Christian seem to be exempt from duties of this nature? As near as I can tell, he doesn't do a great deal these days aside from sitting in his office and delegating tasks to Charles and the other underlings who are forced to deal with him. There's something peculiar going on with him, and I'm determined I'm going to find out what. Perhaps it will be something I can use against him.
I'm a firm believer in the end justifying the means. Always have been, always will be.