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The party next door woke me up. For the lack of being able to fall back asleep I flicked on the television set my husband and I had just received from our children as an eighteenth anniversary present. I watched in horror as I saw flames rise up on the screen, the seemed to be coming out of an all too familiar looking office building. The reporter’s voice came on and identified the offices as the city’s most successful bankruptcy lawyers newly renovated three million dollar structure. My drowsiness had completely left me as my mind was now enveloped in the sudden realization; this building was my husband’s baby. My husband was one of the lawyers just mentioned by the news. I had even helped design the architect of that beautiful building that hosted the work place of many rich and successful businessmen. About ten minutes later my husband’s cell phone began ringing again and again. At first I was going to answer it, but that would leave me having to give over the tragic news so I left it, hoping he would wake up from the ringing on his own. It was around 5 am and I was exhausted however I forced myself to go into the kitchen and make the lovely breakfast my husband would so desperately need before he checked the messages on his cell or read the morning paper.