"Oh, we don't want you here at all. We just need access to your dimension so we can fetch the family of your slave who we're adopting."

"My what?"

"Hey, I don't judge. That much. At least not when outnumbered. But we're taking her and we're getting her family too, and that means the door to your dimension needs to be open for a bit."

"One of us is very confused."

"Wolfram and Hart employees are routinely murdered if they attempt to quit."

"But maybe you disbanded the institutions that enforce that internally, sought out and brought under control the gangs and vaguely allied baddies who enforce it externally, and took care to credibly signal that to everyone in the company by helping some people who wanted to quit quit with a good reference, or whatever, and Karen was just out sick that day, and missed it?"

"Anyone who wants to quit is allowed to. It's not my fault if they've made enemies who are only afraid to mess with them if they think it'll piss  off someone around here."

"I mean, I dunno if it's your fault, but it's sure your problem. If the last several people who quit ended up dead within days, everyone's going to assume that you're okay with that, and it sounds like you are. And everyone's going to assume it'd happen to them, and it sounds like it might. 

Also sometimes it is your fault, if you ever give people instructions that'll make them enemies."

"We haven't been here that long. They had enemies long before we showed up. It's the kind of thing that happens when you pick the team that goes around dismembering virgins and ritually sacrificing infants."

"So were you planning to figure out the thing where they get protection and help leaving town if they quit, but just dawdling since most of them are trapped in your workplace by work they did before you took over?"

"We have been extremely busy ever since we took control of this organization. Not everything can be a first priority."

Angel finally strolls out of the closet and into the bar.

"Right. And personally, I'm a lot more interested in helping the people who weren't responsible for Wolfram & Hart's mess in the first place."

"I mean, sometimes I have a lot on my plate, but if someone hands me a couple thousand slaves that ends up near the top of the agenda, yeah?"

"It sounds like a very complicated situation. It also sounds like you don't object if we help people leave, so we're doing that. You're welcome to get back to your other, higher priorities."

"I dunno, I find myself suddenly interested in the space bar that has apparently opened for business out of one of our fourth floor supply closets. That's honestly kind of concerning. That and the - whatever that is," he says, gesturing vaguely in the other Angel's direction.

He rolls his eyes.

"Milliways is an interdimensional bar! The drinks are pretty great and you can use it to rescue slaves."

Tyelcormo.

He's not gonna hand it over to Wolfram and Hart's evil maximizers, is he? So what does it matter if he likes us?

What do we get out of having him dislike us?

Well, it's fun.

"They're not slaves."

"Sorry. Your prisoners who work."

"We've dissolved all of the company's lifetime and eternal-term staff contracts. The staff might benefit from more communication, but as I've said, we've been very busy. Most recently we dealt with a ghost who was feeding the souls of deceased employees to hell in an attempt to stave off his own damnation."

"That's horrific."