A/N- Thank you to footiefan, may-j, The Swedish Mystery and KK241289 for the reivews. Here is the next chapter. Hope you enjoy. The next chapter is ready and typed up for after i get some reviews! Please tell me what you think so far. Enjoy...

Chapter Two

Phoebe walked into her work twenty minutes late. She was ready with her apology and excuse for when she faced Elise. She walked past her secretary with a short wave and into her office. There was a box of new mail which she had to get to on her already crowded desk. Phoebe set her purse on her unorganized working space and screamed as she turned around.

"Elise! You scared me." Phoebe said, her hand over her heart. Elise was sitting with her legs crossed and her hands folded neatly on her lap.

"You scared me too. You're late."

"I know, I'm so sorry. You see there was a lot of traffic and I left home kind of late and..."

"Phoebe, I don't want to hear your excuses, I know you to well to believe them. I know what's really going on; you're having some family issues."

"Yes!" Phoebe said, glad that Elise understood. "Piper and I have been..."

"I don't want to hear about that either. You always have family problems, and right now you have work problems."

"What?" Phoebe asked, amazed. What had she done now?

"Phoebe, you're advice of late is coming out very vengeful. We've had some complaints. I'm sure you remembered the last time your advice turned violent."

"Yes. Someone sued us and..."

"I know what happened, and I don't want it to happen again. You're a great input in this paper, but if people start objecting I'll have no choice but to release you. Now either you get it together, or I'll have to do something about it."

Elise stood up, straightened her skirt, and walked briskly out of Phoebe's office. Phoebe looked around.

"Damn it Piper!"


Piper walked into to P3 muttering under her breath and tearing up an already ridiculously small piece of blue paper. One of her employees came up to her. She was wringing her hands and looked very anxious. Piper looked up annoyed.

"What is it Catherine? I'm a little busy right now." She said, tearing the piece of paper again.

"Yes, I can see that." Catherine said, looking down hesitantly at Piper's hands. Piper looked down, realized what she was doing and threw the piece of paper behind her.

"I'll clean that up later. What is it?"

"I'm terribly sorry to disturb you Ms. Halliwell..."

"It's Mrs. Go on."

"Oh, sorry, Mrs. Halliwell. There's a man on the phone for you. He says his name is Mr. Matheson, and that he needs to speak with you right away."

Piper frowned and squinted at her, and then the name rang a bell.

"Oh crap." Piper said, her eyes widening.

"Should I tell him to call back later?"

"No, no." Piper sighed. "I should probably take this. Thank you Catherine." Catherine nodded and went back to the bar to wipe the counter. Piper picked up her piece of paper and started to rip at it again, as she dragged herself to the back room.

"Hello, Piper Halliwell speaking. Yes, hello Mr. Matheson. How can I help you?"

"I have some unpleasant business to tend to. I have to tell you to shut down P3, at least temporarily until further notice."

"What... but... I... why?" Piper tried to spit out.

"Not only have you neglected the club for quite some time, but you are also currently in violation of at least three health codes."

"Three?" Piper asked, shocked.

"Correct. If you have not closed down in a week I will be forced to take matters into my own hands. Nice talking to you Ms. Halliwell." He said, and hung up.

"It's Mrs." Piper whispered. She sat stunned staring into space.

"Neglecting the club?" she murmured to herself. For a moment she remained immobile. Quite suddenly she hung up the phone forcefully.

"Damn you Phoebe!"