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Accepted

I don't own any part of Phineas and Ferb not these characters, where the story is set or anything else, just the idea.

"And that, in a nutshell, is why you should have booked your appointment at least two to three weeks in advance. I'm sorry but I can't help you unless you follow the guidelines... of course let me just check the schedule... the mayor has an opening next Wednesday at four o'clock, does that work for you? Perfect, I'll book you in... Well my internship ends in a few days so I won't be seeing you then, but I hope the mayor is able to help you with your problem... you're welcome, have a nice day... bye."

Isabella put the phone down and breathed out deeply. She looked around her office and allowed herself a small break before she started sorting through requests from the various emergency departments.

She looked up as she heard a knock at the door. "Come in?"

"Good afternoon, Isabella," Roger greeted as he came in. Isabella instinctively rose to her feet to offer her comfortable office chair to him, but he waved his hand dismissively. "I like being on the other side of the desk sometimes."

"I just got off the phone with Phil," she said, sitting down again. "He's booked an appointment with you on Thursday at four to discuss the power cuts in his factory."

"You got Phil to book an actual appointment?" Roger chuckled. "You continue to amaze me every day."

"Well, you just have to have a firm hand with them," Isabella smiled. "I'm sure your secretary will be even more thrilled I took him off her hands."

"You know, Isabella," Roger looked out of the window sadly. "I'm really goin to miss having you around here. Since you started, everything has become so much smoother."

"Oh," Isabella blushed. "Well, I try my best."

"I'm you know it's very appreciated within City Hall. I only hope things will retain this organised when you return to school next week. Speaking of schools." He reached into his breast pocket and handed her a envelope with her name on the front.

"Is this?"

"Open it."

Isabella did as she was told. Her hand flew to her mouth when she read the first few words. "I got accepted into the London School of Musical Theatre!"

"Congratulations," Roger said. "They're offering you a full scholarship for the next two school years. You can keep reapplying every two years for another scholarship until college. Should you choose to stay, they host a production that multiple scouts from top theatre and film colleges attend. If you're looking for a career in those industries, this school is your best way of going about it."

"I can't believe I got accepted," Isabella whispered. "This is everything I could ever ask for."

"Well, I did send them a glowing recommendation," Roger replied. "I told them that they'd be making a huge mistake if they didn't accept you."

"You didn't have to do that!"

"That was part of your contract," Roger smiled. "Negotiated like a true captain of the debate team."

"A recommendation yes," Isabella conceded. "But you didn't have to go so far as to actually ask them to accept me."

"Well, I guess I just wanted to thank you for all the hard you've put in these past eight weeks."

"What if..." She trailed off, doubt suddenly plaguing her mind. "What if they only accepted me because of that?"

"Don't you worry, Isabella." Roger smiled reassuringly. "I sent my recommendation first and separately from my personal thoughts. I can show you the email exchange, if you want. The Chancellor is a very nice man."