Mimi Lockhart sat in her office yelling into her phone at her Paris representative. "What do you mean you can't ship the new selections? I need those items. The catalogue came out two days ago and I already have orders piling in. If you don't send me my shipments, I can't meet my orders! Get them here now!" Mimi slammed the phone down. She sighed in frustration. How was she supposed to meet her orders if she had no inventory. Her lingerie company Unlock Your Heart had just debuted and it had become widely popular. They were still a small company, but were swiftly taking off.

Mimi's office was located in her warehouse down by the pier in Salem. She and her partner Jan had scrapped together every penny they could and started their business. Enemies in high school, they had learned to become friends and now were business partners.
Just then, Jan burst in and plopped down two paper bags. "Voila! Dinner."
Mimi grinned, "What would I do without your cooking?"
Jan snickered, "You'd starve of course. Because only I know the delicacy of ordering out."
The two women laughed and dug into their food, courtesy of the Brady Pub.
After they ate, they went over their projected sales figures and made a few other calls. Finally it was time for them to go home. It was always around ten or eleven before the girls went home. They walked to their cars and split ways.

What they didn't know was that someone didn't like how successful they were becoming.

Jason Welles was back in town. After spending a few years in New York, he was ready to head back to Salem. He finally found a job he was good at. He pulled into his driveway and shut off the engine to his black Toyota 4-runner. His trust fund had supported him while he went to college and bought his nice modest home. Jason laughed. Modest, sure. His house rivaled the Kiriakis mansion. What could Jason say? His dearly departed, and very wealthy grandmother had loved him very much.

Philip Kiriakis came home to his empty mansion after a grueling day at Titan. Philip went over to the bar and poured himself a scotch and loosened his tie. He then walked over to one of the leather chair and dropped down in it. Sitting quietly in the dark.
Henderson appeared. "Master Philip? Will you be needing anything else tonight?"
"A new life," Philip muttered.
"Pardon, sir."
"No, nothing else Henderson." Once again Philip was left alone. There had to be more than this, Philip thought.