One sunny morning, the doorbell rang awaking Sandy and Kirsten from their sleep. Sandy rolled out of bed and put on his robe. "I'll get it."

Kirsten smiled up at him, "I'll be right there."

Sandy padded down the hallway and opened the front door to find Julie standing on the porch with a large envelope in her hand. "Did I wake you up?" she asked half-heartedly.

"Well yeah," Sandy answered.

Julie handed Sandy the envelope, "I need you to read over this."

"What is it?" Sandy asked.

"Someone bought my house and wants to give it back to me," Julie took a deep breath, "I want to make sure it's legit before I tell Marissa."

"Who bought it?" Kirsten asked from behind them.

"It doesn't say," Julie walked with them to the kitchen table.

Soon the paper's were spread out on the table.

"This says that your anonymous benefactor has offered you a job at the new High Tide Fashion Corp as Creative Director," Sandy said, completely baffled.

"And it doesn't say anywhere who this person is," Kirsten added.

"But there's an attorney listed here," Julie handed a piece of paper to Sandy.

"Travis Buchannan," Sandy nodded, "I know him."

"I wanna know who his good Samaritan is," Kirsten stated.

Sandy left and returned with his phone to his ear, "Yes can I talk to Mr. Buchannan please…Sandy Cohen." There was a pause. He put the phone on speaker and set it in the middle of the table.

"Hey Sandy," a man's voice came over the line, "I've been expecting your call."

"You have?" Sandy asked.

"I assume Ms. Cooper-Nichol got the paperwork," Travis replied.

"Yes," Sandy stated, "You're on speaker right now and she's here, along with my wife Kirsten."

"Oh good this will have me a phone call," Travis said, "Ms. Cooper-Nichol, my client wishes to remain completely anonymous. If you accept the job offered, you're expected to report first thing Monday to the Newport office. My client has also pulled some strings and you should be getting a call later today about Miss Marissa Cooper's readmission to Newport Harbor."

"So there's not catches or stipulations?" Julie asked.

"Only that one tenth of your income go into a savings account for Miss Cooper's college tuition and expenses," Travis replied, "When you sign the last page of the paper I sent you, take it with you to High Tide Fashion Corp when you report to your job."

"I'll be there," Julie added.

"Good," Travis replied, "my client will be pleased."

"Um…we'll call you if we have any more questions," Sandy finished.

"Have a good one Sandy. It was nice to have heard from you Kirsten, maybe we can meet in person next time," Travis added, "And thank you for your time Ms. Cooper-Nichol."

Sandy hung up and looked at Julie, "Are you really going to take that job?"

"What choice do I have?" Julie asked.

"She's right," Kirsten nodded, "Let me go down there with you in the morning. We'll scope it out."

Julie nodded and stood gathering the papers, "I have to go tell Marissa and stop her from packing."

"Marissa!" Julie called trotting up the stairs, "Marissa!"

Julie found Marissa throwing things out of her closet, onto the bed.

"Marissa," Julie said and walked toward the closet door.

Marissa stepped out and looked at her.

"Stop packing," Julie smiled, "We're keeping the house."

"What?" Marissa asked, confused.

"It's a long story, but someone bought it and gave it back," Julie explained.

"Who?" Marissa asked, sitting on her bed.

"Someone who doesn't want us to know who they are," Julie added, sitting next to Marissa on her bed.

Marissa raised an eyebrow, "So no matter what, the house is ours?"

"The deed is downstairs," Julie stated, "With my name on it. I also got a job."

"That's great mom," Marissa smiled and hugged her mom in a rare moment of mother-daughter affection, "Where?"

"High Tide Fashion Corp," Julie replied.

"At the new Newport office?" Marissa asked beaming, "That's awesome."

"You've heard of it?" Julie asked.

Marissa nodded, "It's like the most up and coming clothing line. Do you think the owner bought our house?"

Julie shrugged, "I have no idea, but it's someone who cares about your wellbeing because my contract stipulated that one tenth of my income go into a college fund for you."

Julie and Kirsten walked into the office on the tenth floor of an office building a few blocks from the beach.

They both walked in and were met by a tall man with dark brown hair and a five o'clock shadow. He had a charming smile and spoke to them as he stood from behind his reception desk, "You must be Julie Cooper-Nichol and…"

"Kirsten Cohen," Kirsten nodded.

"Well, our intern is supposed to show you around," he said, looking around the office behind her, "I'm Will."

"Will!" a woman's voice said from behind him. Julie and Kirsten saw none other than Alex Kelly walked over and hand him a folder, "Tori wants this done by three."

He nodded and sat behind his desk. Alex turned to the other two women, "Okay, I'm Alex Kelly, the intern. I'll show you to your office."

"I didn't know you were back in town," Kirsten smiled warmly at her.

"I'm not here for long," Alex replied, "I work in the LA office, I'm just here to help get this office off the ground."

"You should come to dinner tonight," Kirsten replied, "I'm sure Seth would love to see you."

Alex mulled it over in her head and nodded, "Okay."

"We'll eat at seven," Kirsten stated.

"I'll be there," Alex smiled.

"I think this all checks out," Kirsten told Julie, "I'm going to go." She turned back to Alex, "See you at seven."

"Bye," Alex waved after her. When Kirsten was gone she looked at Julie, "Okay, so you're office is this way." Alex took off walking and Julie followed her.

"You wouldn't happen to know who owns this company would you?" Julie asked.

"No," Alex replied, "I'm not sure anyone does. I've been told he likes to keep to himself." Alex stopped at a large wooden door. She swung it open to reveal and massive office with a floor to ceiling view of the beach.

Julie stepped in, "Wow. This is beautiful."

Alex nodded, "The laptop on the desk has the quarterlies downloaded on it, along with the new summer line. You're company Blackberry is in the drawer. I'm sort of your assistant for the time being so my phone number is programmed in there. I also put your appointments for the next week in your Blackberry. I'll come back to get you for the board meeting at ten." Alex walked over to the window wall and pointed to a switch, "Flipping this switch will frost your window in case it gets too bright." She flipped the switch and the clear window frosted and a soft blue light flooded the office. She flipped it back and the window was clear again.

"Impressive," Julie nodded.

Alex nodded, "Lunch will be delivered around noon, if you're going to stick around for lunch. If you need anything, call me."

"Thank you," Julie replied.

Alex smiled, "No problem." And she left.