The weeks after the wedding were busy ones for Denny and Alan. When they returned to the newly renamed Chang Poole and Schmidt offices the Monday after their wedding, Denny was promptly fired and Alan promptly quit. Alan had told Paul, in no uncertain terms, that he expected Denny to receive quite a substantial separation package because otherwise, the first case for the firm would be the wrongful termination case that he would bring on behalf of Denny Crane. "As for my final paycheck and vacation pay, just have it sent to me at Denny's, excuse me, our home."
Paul had looked like he was about to burst a blood vessel, he was so angry, but he gritted through his teeth, "Fine. You'll get your check and I'm sure the senior partners will not wish to have a public spectacle of a trial, so Denny should be pleased with his package. Is there anything else, Mr. Shore?" Paul's voice fairly dripped with sarcasm and bile. Any sadness he may have felt because Denny was being shown the door was tempered by the fact that he had never liked Alan and although the firm would surely miss the money he brought in, he would not miss putting up with Alan Shore's nonsense.
"No," Alan had said, "just let in the people who are going to pick up Denny's and my things." Then he walked out of Paul's life.
If Denny had taken the firing badly, he didn't allow it to show. The first thing he did when they exited the CP&S building was march Alan down to the corner of Berkeley and Boylston to the Shreve Crump & Low Jewelry Store and buy them matching platinum wedding bands. Alan had been stunned. "Blame it on the Mad Cow," Denny had said, "I should have done this before we went to DC."
The salesman helping them was thrilled to witness Denny placing Alan's ring on his finger. When Denny removed the ring that had served him well for his six previous weddings and held out his hand for Alan to place his ring on him, the salesman had actually applauded and congratulated them. "I am truly a lucky man," Alan told the clerk as Denny paid the bill. "It doesn't get any better."
They had exited the store and Denny had reached for his phone to call his driver when Alan's phone rang. Alan had answered and listened for a moment, then said, "No, we're actually still on the block. Have one of the clerks meet me in front." He had ended the call and in response to Denny's quizzical look said, "I was wrong; it just got better. The one line memo from the Supreme Court authorizing you to take the experimental drug just got faxed to the offices."
"Excellent! Let's get my prescription filled, then pack our clothes and hit the road. Someplace warm; I'll call the pilot to get the jet ready."