Author Note: I want to notify for those who are waiting for The Suite Life After All (TSLAA) that I am trying to communicate with the authors that I am working with but it's not easy to push forward. It is not a stand-alone project. If it was then I would have progressed much more than where it stands now. It is a challenge to wait but I feel that it is worth the wait. It is an accomplishment in itself when people can wait for others. I am sorry for any inconvenience. The reason why I'll be writing this story is for two reasons. The first reason is that I wanted to communicate to those readers who do not have an account but still show concern for the progress of TSLAA without having to comment on my own stories in the reviews. I don't think that is the best way. The second reason is that even I had recently finished Pivotal Moments, before that as posted I had not written anything for a number of months so I have a bad itch for writing and that I do not want to get rusty. The only way to become a better writer is to keep on writing (and reading). It is a continuous responsibility to keep improving.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything accept for anything that isn't in association with the Suite Life series. I apologize for not doing this before but every time I have thought about it, I would forget and I was lazy to remember what I was supposed to do.

I apologize again for the length of the chapter but I can't do much about it. I just go with the natural flow and I hope you guys can understand that.

Bailey Pickett walked along the streets of a new city as she was heading over to her new job. She came from a small town called Kettlecorn, Kansas. She grew up in a big family. Bailey was the odd one from her family but she didn't mind. She had brown eyes and long, light brown hair. She worked hard through her whole life. Getting a world-class education at an Ivy League school was twenty chores put into one big one. It had taken a lot of energy to get in and get to the East Coast but it was worth it in the long run. She went to Yale University for her undergrad degree in Pre-Law and then stayed an extra three years in Law School. Afterwards, Bailey had gotten an internship in Boston just a few months after searching for some work. She moved to Boston for the job. When she got good enough, she landed her second job as an assistant of a well-respected and well-known Attorney in the area. At the rate that she was going, Bailey surely was going to make a name for herself someday. She planned on moving up the ranks and be an Attorney herself.

Bailey made her way to the law firm that she was referred to in the city. Her new boss was waiting for her in his office on the third floor. She went up the elevator to the third floor. When she got off the elevator, Bailey looked at a piece of paper with a room number on it. The room number was 320. As she looked at the paper in her hand, Bailey walked down the halls. Twenty minutes later, Bailey found the room. She got a little lost on her way to the room. She breathed in to summon some confidence in her. She opened the door and popped her head in the room.

"Hello? Is anybody here?"

A rustling sound could be heard from a distance. Bailey watched as a man walked into the main entry way of the office. He wore a sharp, dark blue suit on and had a glass of Gin and Tonic in one hand. He walked behind his desk and placed the glass on his desk.

"Come in."

The man sat down in his chair and took a sip of his drink as Bailey came into the office and tentatively closed the door behind her. She approached the man's desk. He was leaning out in front in his chair when she came up to him. He had his head bowed to his desk and felt her shadow over him. He lifted his head up and made eye contact with her for the first time. Bailey noticed that her new boss wasn't as old as she had thought of him to be. He was more like a young man to her as she studied his features. He had vibrant blue eyes with the smallest hint of green, dirty blonde hair with side swept bangs and fair colored skin. She also that he didn't have a lot of facial hair. He had a light five o'clock shadow. The man folded his hands on his desk and squinted his eyes at Bailey.

"May I help you?"

"Yes. I'm here for my new job. I'm going to be your new assistant."

"Ah, yes. You must be Miss Pickett."

"Yes, Sir. And you're Mr. Martin."

"Yes, I am."

"So, what should I do first?"

Mr. Martin pointed to his right. Off by ten feet was an empty desk. Bailey looked over at the desk.

"That is your desk."

"Yes, Mr. Martin."

Bailey bowed her head to Mr. Martin and went over to her new desk. She placed her things how she liked them to be on the desk. When Bailey was done organizing her desk, she saw Mr. Martin gesturing to come over by bending his right index finger in a 'come here' matter. Bailey obediently walked over to his desk. The click-click sound could be heard across the office as her high heels tapped against the tiled floor. She stopped in front of his desk.

"Yes, Mr. Martin?"

Mr. Martin neatly piled up ten sheets of paper and gave them to Bailey.

"Miss Pickett, this is your first assignment: file the papers alphabetically and put them away in the filing cabinet that is on your left. Go. Now."

"Yes, Mr. Martin."

Bailey left Mr. Martin's desk and took the files to her desk. She sat down and began to alphabetize them. As she did her work, Mr. Martin observed her. He took a sip of his drink and watched her do her job. When she was done, Bailey walked over to the filing cabinet and placed the files accordingly. Mr. Martin liked how Bailey worked and moved as opposed to his previous assistant.

For the rest of the day, Mr. Martin gave Bailey remedial tasks. And as the week progressed, he began to see her true potential and gave her tasks that became noticeably harder from the previous one. He only assigned her tasks that he found fit to match her growing skills and abilities.

To Be Continued…