Being up for 96 hours can put anyone in a bad mood but I had no time for emotion. I wasn't Wesley...I was a machine, obsorbing every drop of information possible. After not sleeping for four days I was a expert on Wolfram&Hart. I hadn't bathed, shaved, and I'd only eaten what was brought to me. I only left my chair to piss. I smelled like hell but my magicks was stronger and my knowledge on the evil firm was greater. I even called up contacts back in LA. The third day of my campaign we received Lilah's original contract. The damn thing was over 200 pages long and had over fifty signatures from Lilah. I was only on the seventy-third page and so far came up with nothing. I couldn't believe there was a magicks clause; if the employee was a warlock or sorceress of any kind by birth their powers were bound and controlled by the firm for anyway they saw fit. They'd even strip unknowing people of the birthrite magick. It came to the point where my eyesight was so blurry I didn't realize I'd fallen asleep until Lilah was shaking me awake.