MY ALL

First chapter..This is my first fanfic story..First of all A very special thanks to Susie..my coach (xlavendermoonx)…thank you for the time you put to correct this chapter..and to reorganize my deficient structures..I so truly appreciate you…thanks to Julianne ..my personal advisor…Thanks to my great yt friends…You know who you are….You all rock girls… So this is…I take a deep breath and I plunge..

BTW…this is a fictional story…I don't owe anything..All the characters belong to S.M…But Badassward…(wait for him)…is mine…all mine..

Waiting for the promotion….Chap 1

Finally this is it! The big morning I've been waiting for.

One fucking month…four long weeks….thirty-one damn days…seven hundred and forty-four (biting my nails…)hours of hell. I could almost hear each fucking tick-tock of the clock as the seconds passed. Well…no….not…exactly….

I am exaggerating… slightly exaggerating. I still sleep, but my sleep is restless and fitful. I wake up in the morning,my sheets in a pile, as if I fought with them throughout the night and lost the battle.

That is why I look like a zombie.

Waiting for this response is one of the most stressful yet exciting thing in my life.

Stressful…if it is a no…

Exciting ..if it is a yes…

I need a YES!!! I need a change. I WANT A CHANGE.

Please God….Bless me…I'll say my prayers every night. I'll go to church every Sunday…hum…not sure about this promise.

I'll be a good girl…well…as good as I can be…

Please God..make them say yes. Make them CHOOSE ME.

Hey, by the way, my name is Isabella Swan….Bella… I am 32 years old, petite, long brunette hair, dark chocolate-brown eyes, active, energetic, sometimes impatient.

Almost perfect…that's a joke. I suppose at times I can be humorous as well.

Though evidently not when I am dealing with PMS.

These periods! There is a beast within me. Don't even think to annoy me. You'll see the monster ready to attack…even at five feet three inches it can be quite dangerous…even more so if I wear my high heels. A heel in the ass can be quite painful. Trust me on that one.

So yes, today, I am very impatient. I am eagerly waiting for this new job. Six months ago I applied for this new post being offered by the company for which I already work. The owner of the firm, Mr. Mike Newton, has decided to open up a new branch in Montreal, Canada. The final decision had been made a week ago. But nothing has transpired since then… it is as if this were a question of international high-level security.

Today, this morning at eleven to be exact, six candidates ,including me, are meeting in Mr. Newton's office and will be informed about the executives' choice. They will tell us who is, according to their own standards, the best qualified person. Who will have this great opportunity to start a new job… and obviously a new life.

Yes, waiting for this promotion has made me very nervous. I feel like I am on a roller-coaster: excited, agitated, complete with all the ups and downs. Luckily for me, I am a very optimistic person, so my bad mood quickly vanishes….except when PMS knocks at my door. Then this cat becomes the lion.

This morning I feel like a girl waiting for her first date. Well, not exactly. Not feeling the same kind of frenzied butterflies, but still feeling some kind of butterflies. I am ready to move on. I need a new start-over. I have to go on.

People say that I am clever and intelligent. That I already know. Not that I want to boast of myself. Then again…why not?

Let's inflate my ego. I am clever, intelligent, self-confident, and a quick-learner.

Dammit - They better give me that job!

I have a major degree in administration and other assorted diplomas related to the sales areas. I love my job. I am a hard-worker and expect other people to be efficient in their work as well.

I like my employers.

I like my employees.

I am not a bitchy-boss. As long as people are honest and fulfill their tasks seriously, I am a nice director. My staff seems to appreciate me. Some of them, like my secretary Jessica and my assistant Angela, are my best friends. In the office, they are my employees. In my life, they are my besties.

I know I am a perfectionist. As my father Charlie always says "Be efficient. Be honest. Try to give your best everyday. But stay simple and be happy…"

I try to apply these rules. And these rules work for me.

Yes, everything is great at my work and in my life in general.

In my love life, well…not so much.

In fact, the last few months I've been living in constant turmoil, disappointment, frustration and sadness.

Tyler and me... We're at a dead-end. There is no way out and no where to turn.

That is not the life I want to live. That's why this promotion is so important.

It's about moving on…a change…a new beginning…a new life.

And this offer comes at a very convenient time. They are opening a new branch, in another country: Montreal Canada. Another wise decision by Mr. Newton.

And my applying... (And hopefully being chosen for this job) was even wiser.

I have been working for the same company since 2004. I am a director in the sales department. I have a lot of responsibilities.

The firm has to deal with many fashion designers, some of them well- known for decades and others, beginners. The company, Newton & Black & Associates, promotes, advertizes, markets and distributes new fashions in many international boutiques throughout the world.

I am in charge of the promotional side of things. I have to meet and talk with the representatives of some great fashion's designer companies such as Calvin Klein, Joseph Ribkoff, Chanel, Yves St-Laurent… and many others that are beginning to make a name for themselves, such as Robichaud, Géraldi, Saint-Pierre, Cameron etc…the list is long I am proud to say.

That's my background. That's me: Bella Swan, 32 years old. And ready.

The meeting is in 2 hours. Just enough time to take a shower and get dressed.

I decide to stay in the shower, under the very warm water, longer than usual. The hot water has a soothing effect. It calms my nerves. It relaxes my muscles, untying the knots.

I leisurely wash my long dark brown hair with my favourite vanilla peach shampoo, scrubbing and massaging my scalp smoothly and then rinsing thoroughly. I wash my body as well, letting the hot water run on my back for at least a good twenty minutes.

I finally turn off the faucets and towel-dry.

I put my favourite vanilla peach body lotion on my skin. I love the smell of vanilla and peaches. It reminds me of the cakes my mom Renée used to cook when I was a child. My favourite all time dessert. Vanilla peach cake with extra whipped cream. Just thinking of it puts a huge smile of my face.

I decide to go simple today. Classic and pretty, but simple.

I pick out a tight black knee-length pencil-skirt, which I know is very modest but also defines my every curve, a white short-sleeved silk blouse with delicate lace embroidered flowers, my Chanel black and white vest, black stockings, and to complete the ensemble: my black patent leather stilettos.

I dry and brush my hair, leaving it naturally wavy and cascading down my shoulders.

I add a slight shade of sandy eye-shadow to my eyelids, a glint of charcoal eyeliner, some deep black mascara on my lashes, and finally a delicate tint of pink gloss to my lips.

That's it…That's all..

I look in the mirror. Relief washes over me…no more zombie face.

Yes I suppose I am sort of beautiful….or so I've been told on numerous occasions. Though it is difficult to believe that which one sometimes doubts.

But for now, everything is perfect.

Be simple and happy. I've ascribed myself to Charlie Swan motto.

Be simple, happy…and …why not…sexy? Because that is Bella Swan's motto.

End of this chapter..Hope you enjoyed it…Now we met Bella…Edward is coming soon..not yet though…so be patient..Review and comment if you want..we live in a free country…xxxxx