Business & Pleasure [h.s] [ON HOLD]

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Flashback *

"Will you promise me something?" Phoebe asked with her nose against his.

"You know I'll promise you anything." He answered nonchalantly.

"Promise me that no matter where life takes us, no matter the up and downs, we'll come back to each other."

Harry let out a soft chuckle, "Phoebe, I promise no matter how separated we might become , I'll always come back to find you."

End of Flashback**

The shrill sound of Phoebe's alarm clock woke her from her almost pleasant slumber. She was so tired of the repeated dream she kept having. As if that day wasn't already engraved in her memory! Trying to escape the sunlight that was beginning to flood through her window she led her hand to find her alarm clock blindly. After endless searching, her hand slammed the alarm clock dead. She raised her head weakly to see the time: 7:30 AM, right on schedule.

Smiling in triumph, she rose from her bed and went to greet the sun who was desperately trying to engulf her room. She squinted at first - the sun coming in with overbearing power- but then smiled at the sight outside her window. The people below looked like ants from her condo, they looked especially in a hurry today. Manhattan had a way of doing that to people.

Going over to her closet, Phoebe looked for her best outfit for work. After all, today was a big day! Today she was going to be promoted to Editor for "Reliable Magazine", better known as "the best celebrity gossip magazine in the whole country". She had been working there ever since she graduated college and gotten her major in journalism. Her rise to editor was not an easy one; she started off as a intern, then assistant to the last editor, then she became a writer on her "Spilled Tea" column. It only went up from there. When she heard that Patrice Howard (the worst editor ALIVE) was finally quitting, she knew she was a shoo-in for the job.

Phoebe settled on a white button down blouse along with a black pencil skirt, and red heels. She wanted to look nice but not "hey I got promoted and you didn't" nice. Her thin, medium length, brunette hair was pulled into a sleek high bun, and she completed her makeup look with her favorite "red velvet" lipstick. Her coffee mug and briefcase were the last things she grabbed before heading out the door. 

"Big day today, Phoebe!"  Hank (Phoebe's favorite doorman) smiled before opening the door for her once she stepped out of the elevator.

"Oh Hank, you remembered!" Phoebe was pleased Hank believed just as much as she did that this job was hers.

"Go get 'em kid!"

Phoebe waved before hailing a cab. After living in New York for so long, she could've easily written a book called "100 Ways to Hail a Cab".
**

Phoebe didn't know why, but she expected the office to be as enthusiastic as she was. But when she entered the building, no one even acknowledged her. All except one, her best friend Bridget, who was waiting for her at her cubicle. Bridget's curly blonde hair shined against the sun's reflection.

"Hey, Editor!" She greeted a little too loudly.

Phoebe hushed her, "not yet! I don't want people thinking I got the job handed to me or something." She placed her briefcase under her desk and sat down.

"So, where do you wanna celebrate tonight after they promote you? I was thinking we could go to that new bar 'Zen' that opened down the street. You want to? I hear that's the firefighters' new favorite spot."

Phoebe scrunched her nose, "I'm not a drinker, you know that."

"I thought you would make an exception on this big of a night! Phoebe, I'm starting to think you're becoming a hermit. When was the last time you went out?"