Part 2

"Will, I'm tired. Can't we go home yet?"

"No! We can't miss Lawrence of Arabia. It's a classic! Besides, I thought you loved this movie, Syd." The two friends walked through L.A.'s China Town. Sydney seemed to be exhausted but Will had the energy of an eight-year-old on Christmas morning. Sydney propped herself up against a window that read, 'Dim Sum Made Fresh Daily'.

"I do like this movie, but do we really need to go to the midnight showing?" She pulled a piece of gum out of her pocket book and shoved it into her mouth.

He leaned against the window beside her. "Yes, we could have. But you were the one who insisted on dragging me to EVERY store in Beverly Hills that was having a fall sale. And then there was the late night Renaissance art exhibit that you insisted we go to. And then you were hungry . . ."

She rolled her eyes playfully. "Okay. Okay. I get it. But really. It's a midnight movie! Cut me a break. I have a business trip to D.C. tomorrow afternoon."

"You and that damn bank. Sydney, you're in grad school for god's sake. Do you want to graduate, or don't you?" He offered Sydney a hand up off the window and led her toward the theatre. "Tell them that you can't go on any more business trips until after you graduate. Then, when you graduate, tell them where they can put that job."

She laughed, "Wouldn't that be nice? I can see it now: I walk into my boss's office. He's sitting there in one of those tastefully odd suits of his and I say," she thinks for a moment. "And I say, 'Thanks for the opportunity, Mr. Sloane, but you can just shove it up your--'"