Disclaimer: See Chapter One.


Phoenix walks down the hall to her office. Today was the day she would be promoted, and she couldn't be more excited. She opened the door and walked over to her desk. She turns on the computer and settles into her chair.
Just as she settles and her computer boots up, her boss comes out of his office. She sits straight up, "Mr. Miller, can I get you something?"
He shakes his head, "No thank you, Phoenix, but Mr. Bard wishes to see you in his office right now."
"Right now?" she asks, getting a little nervous.
Mr. Miller nods his head, "Now."
Phoenix quickly stands up and leaves her office, walking down the hall to Mr. Bard's office.

She walks into his secretary's office. She smiles at Phoenix and says, "You may go in now. He's expecting you."
Phoenix nods and opens the door. An older man stands up and walks round his desk, offering his hand to Phoenix,"Ms. Turner, I'm so glad you could make it."
She shakes his hand and shuts the door, "I'm glad you had time to see me."
He smiles and gestures to a couch, "Please sit."

They walk to the couch and sit. Mr. Bard smiles and nods his head, "Well, Ms. Turner, I've been hearing so many positive comments from my associates on how well you've handled yourself and assisted with their cases. They say you're a natural born lawyer."
Phoenix slightly blushes, "I wouldn't say that."
Mr. Bard nods, "Well, they would. You must be doing something right. Which is why I've been so strongly compelled to adhere to their suggestions and make you a lawyer with a secretary of your own."
Phoenix looks at him shocked, not expecting that at all, "Really?"
He nods again, "You start first thing Monday. Pack up your things, you're going to San Francisco."
Phoenix looks confused, "Excuse me?"
"We're moving you to our San Francisco branch," he tells her.
"But I thought I'd be staying her in L.A." she states, hoping he's either joking or that he'll change his mind.
Mr. Bard shakes his head, "We need you up there. A position made just for you opened up yesterday. Besides, Miller told me you're from there."
Phoenix nods, "I am, but—"
"You have nothing to worry about," he told her. "We've set you up in an apartment—strictly as an incentive that you won't say no. Don't pass this up, Turner. You'll never know what you'll be missing."
Phoenix takes a deep breath.

Ten minutes later, Phoenix is sitting back in her soon to be ex-office. She is transferring her files on to disks. She picks up the phone and dials, waiting for an answer. Finally after five rings an answering system answers, 'Hi, this is Melinda. I'm either in class, at the hospital, or just not able to answer the phone. Anyhow, leave me a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Bye.' The phone beeps.
"Hi, Meli," Phoenix starts, "it's Phoenix. Hey, um… I guess I'm coming back to San Francisco. I've been promoted and now I'm really a lawyer. Anyway, I'll be there tomorrow. They've hired people to help me move, so I guess I'll call you when I get there, unless you call me before I leave tonight. I need to continue packing. So… Talk to you later." She hangs up the phone and continues to clean her office.