Dahlia discreetly slipped the tape in her pocket. I think I need to keep this to myself for now.

The defense attorney stood up and brushed her knees. "Well Nick, did you find anything else? Cat hair maybe?"

"No!" Phoenix said defensively. "I think the police searched this place pretty thoroughly."

"Every inch was examined," Edgeworth said. "Any other evidence has already been taken to be examined by forensics. Nothing but blue office supplies here, pal."

"What's up with this place and blue anyway?" Dahlia said. "Even the company name surrounds that color."

"Apparently the CEO's favorite color is blue," Edgeworth said. "That's what he said during interrogation anyway."

"Seriously?" Phoenix said. "I mean, I'm all for blue, but that's a little… eccentric."

"Eccentric… sure let's go with that," Edgeworth said. "He's a successful businessman to be sure. I don't know much about this company, but it's doing very well apparently."

"Maybe we should talk to this CEO," Dahlia said.

"I wouldn't recommend it," Edgeworth said.

"Why not?" Dahlia said.

"Considering your reactions to April May, Prosecutor Butz, and occasionally Phoenix and me," Edgeworth said, rubbing his ear. "I can't imagine it going well."

Dahlia took a step forward. "Are you saying I have an anger problem?" she said; a warning in her tone.

The following sarcasm that came from Phoenix and Edgeworth was so thick one could cut through it with a knife.

"What? You?"

"No, no, of course not."

"Don't be ridiculous."

"As if anyone would think that."

Dahlia walked up to them and knocked their thick skulls together. The sound of the two heads colliding was audible. Phoenix and Edgeworth stepped back, slightly dazed.

"Worth it," Phoenix said.

"I regret nothing," Edgeworth said, eyes crossed.

Dahlia crossed her arms, tapping her foot. "Let's go. Edgeworth, you're taking Nick and me to the CEO's office."

"You know, you're not in charge," Edgeworth said. "Nick is your slave, but not me."

"Be quiet," Phoenix said, gently shoving the detective.

Detective Edgeworth opened the door and stepped into the hallway where he froze. Merely 7 inches away was Oldbag.

"Hello, Edgey-poo," Oldbag said, cheeks coloring.

Edgeworth's did too, but for a much different reason. He spoke uncertainly. "Hello."

Dahlia blinked and the detective was gone. She and Phoenix poked their head out the door and saw Edgeworth sprinting away, Oldbag giving chase.

"Wow, she's keeping up pretty well," Dahlia said. "Either she's still in shape or Edgeworth never was."

"Hard to tell," Phoenix said. He cupped his hands around his mouth. "RUN MILES! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!"

"I think we need to find the CEO office on our own," Dahlia said.

"Well, it's probably on the top floor," Phoenix said. "Let's start from there."

They took an elevator to the top floor. It wasn't hard to find the CEO's office; the title was printed in bold letters on the door. Phoenix knocked on the door, and a person told them to come inside. So the assistant opened the door and he and Dahlia stepped inside. The moment Dahlia saw the CEO's face she knew Edgeworth had been right.

A man wearing a pink suit and at least one ring on each finger flashed them a smile. Dahlia blinked. This… man… sparkles.

"Salutations. Grace me with the title of you personage," the man said.

Phoenix gave him a blank stare. "Hey, how's it going?"

"Splendiferous," the man said.

Phoenix nodded his head casually. "Alright."

"Does my vocabulary discombobulate your capitulum?" the man said. "I can simplify my speech to a preferably level if you desire so."

I think he's asking if we'd like him to dumb it down for us. Dahlia put her hands in her pockets. Well, I'm not taking that lying down. "Compellations, I am certifiably identified as Ms. Dahlia Fey; legist by occupation hired by civilians who require my applicability in situations interrelated to law. Do educate me with your cognomen."

Phoenix's mouth hung open. Dahlia smirked. I bet those weren't in your Word-A-Day calendar, smart guy. Thank you, law documents with really big words.

The man's smile twitched. "I am addressed as Redd White. CEO, owner and founder of Bluecorp."

"Pleasure to meet you," Dahlia said. "I'm told this is quite an impressive company you have. What can you tell us about it?"

"Bluecorp is like a detective agency so to speak," Redd said. "We collect information for our clients, simply put."

"What kind of information?" Phoenix said.

"Depends on what the client wants," Redd said. "Here at Bluecorp we'll always do what we can to satisfy our clients. Though executing these feats has recently increased in difficulty. What with Ms. May's…"

"You mean April May?" Dahlia said.

"What happened to her?" Phoenix said.

"I didn't tell you?" Dahlia said. "She was arrested for perjury."

"That's factual," Redd said. "She was an adroit secretary, locating another to supersede her will not be an elementary task."

You would miss a woman like that wouldn't you? Dahlia put her hands in her pockets. "Tough."

"And what an inopportune juncture, with that felonious racketeer unfettered," Redd said.

Phoenix leaned over to Dahlia and whispered, "I gathered that something bad is going on."

"Honestly, that Yatagarasu entity is nothing but a scoundrel," Redd said.

"The Yatagarasu?" Dahlia said. Hmm, Bluecorp is an information company…

Redd nodded. "Embezzling information from countless organizations and postulating it to be scandalous like that, inconceivable. How that ruffian can-"

"Just speak plain English already!" Dahlia shouted. She couldn't help it any longer. "We get it, you're super smart! Talk like a normal human being already so we can understand what you're talking about! I admit it, that introduction was all I got!"

Redd's smile twitched. "Erm, I see. I did not realize that my terminology…"

Dahlia shot him her signature warning glare.

"I assure you I can speak "like a normal human being" as you so crudely phrased it," Redd said.

"Perfect," Dahlia said. "So, you were saying? Something about a Yatagarasu?"

"Ah yes, have you heard of this thief?" Redd said. "He has been filching private information from various companies lately. This person then hands off the data to the press, who of course tarnish the company's name with it."

"Those companies did illegal things though, didn't they?" Phoenix said.

"That's what the Yatagarasu claims," Redd said. "Isn't that a bit hypocritical, though? He's thief after all; nothing gives him the right to judge others? Not to mention he obviously knows nothing about business. Many of those "dark secrets" the Yatagarasu uncovered are merely clever business transactions phrased in the most vicious way the media could think of."

Wait, this doesn't add up. Dahlia thought back to what Edgeworth had said earlier. "Kay's never stolen a thing in her life." And there weren't any Psyche-Locks, so he truly believes Kay is innocent. He seems a little biased on the subject, but the Yatagarasu has stolen things and released the information publicly. He couldn't deny anyone guilt so purely unless he knows more than he's letting on. Hmm…

"Has Bluecorp been targeted?" Dahlia said.

"Thankfully, no," Redd said. "Bluecorp has nothing to hide, but I sometimes fear that ludicrous thief will come after us."

"I suppose a murder in your headquarters doesn't really help your image," Phoenix commented.

"Exactly," Redd said. "And what a tragedy that was. To think one of the security guards entrusted to us would be killed like that is shameful."

"It's never good when one of your employees dies," Dahlia said.

"Technically his paycheck came from KB Security," Redd said. "We hire our security from there. Hardly anyone in our security department works directly for Bluecorp. We've been collaborating with KB Security for years."

"Is that so?" Dahlia said. I think I'm starting to get an idea. This entire case revolved around one thing. Dahlia fingered through the items in her pocket. "Mr. White, Bluecorp is an information-dealing company right?"

"Correct," Redd said. "Are you interested in our services?"

"Yes, but not in the way you're thinking," Dahlia said. "I hear Ron DeLite was in hot water over selling his employer's secrets, was about to get fired even."

"Was he?" Redd said.

"Yes," Dahlia said. "You know, at first I had assumed he worked for Bluecorp, but apparently that was wrong. He worked for KB Security, meaning he sold their information."

"That sounds logical, I suppose," Redd said, flashing another smile.

"But one part of that story has eluded me," Dahlia said. "Where did that data go?"

Dahlia glanced at Phoenix. One look told her that her assistant knew what was going on.

"Ron DeLite, he sold the information to you, didn't he?" Dahlia said.

Redd's smile twisted from insincere to malicious. "Preposterous. Such a notion is unfathomable, downright-"

"Don't try to blather your way out of this," Dahlia said sharply. "I'm right, aren't I?"

Redd flashed his rings. "You have no evidence."

"A security guard makes his rounds through an information dealing business ends up getting in trouble for selling company data," Dahlia said. "It's a tad suspicious, isn't it?"

The defense attorney pulled out the security tape. "Suspicious enough that you had to kill to keep it under wraps."

"Don't cross me," Redd said. "You'll only get yourself in trouble."

"This captured the murder, didn't it?" Dahlia said. "Just confess, or I will show this to the court and everyone will know exactly what you did."

Redd shook his head. "No you won't."

"What's stopping me?" Dahlia said.

"That tape doesn't exist," Redd said and lunged at Dahlia, hands curled into fists.

"Eek!" Dahlia recoiled.

Suddenly, Phoenix jumped in front of her. Redd's fist knocked the assistant's head and the impact sent him to the floor.

"Run Dahlia!" Phoenix said. "Don't let him get that tape!"

Redd snarled. "You pesky little-"

Dahlia didn't hear the end the sentence. She was too far away; fearing for her life. And Phoenix's.

Nick, please be alright.

Dahlia knew she had to get out of Bluecorp, she and the tape would be in danger until then. The defense attorney ran as fast as her legs could carry her, in the heat of the moment opting to take the stairs down to the first floor. Finally she pushed through the double doors in front of the building, panting and sweating. She sprinted around the corner and leaned against the wall to catch her breath. The tape was still in her hands.

"Good... good job Nick," Dahlia said between breathes. "You really... came... came through."

"You mean it?"

Dahlia snapped her head to the side and saw her assistant standing there with a small smile. Relief flooded through her.

"Nick!" Without thinking, Dahlia rushed over and squeezed her assistant. She let go and noticed the bruise on his forehead. "You're... what happened? Are you okay?"

"Those rings are like brass knuckles," Phoenix said. "But I think I'll be okay. I've worked with you long enough."

Dahlia rapped his arm.

"See? Didn't even feel it," Phoenix said. "When you left with the tape, that Redd White guy was kind of done with me. He kicked me out of his office. So the tape is safe?"

"Yeah, it's fine," Dahlia said. "We can bring that creep to justice."

I will take Redd White down. And I will avenge all the people he's hurt. Ron, Nick, and my aunt.