This isn't a really nice Edward.
Good Morning, Mr. Cullen.
By: Stevie (LemonySnickersBars)
Summary: Bella Swan has just scored herself the world's best job. Working for the mysteriuos Mr. Edward Cullen at his Head Office. No one has seen him for forty years, other than his 'special clients'. But when a day job turn's into a horror show, how will Bella get out of the nightmare? Or better yet, does she want to get out?
One: First Day
"You don't look at Mr. Cullen. You don't speak about Mr. Cullen. You don't think about Mr. Cullen. Do you understand?
I nodded, and followed my new supervisor through a large room that was divided by cubicle's. "What exactly do I do?" I asked the short, frumpy woman. She smelt terrible, like she bathed in Red Door, and the shirt she wore to 'boost her cleavage' was just making her breasts ooze out of her top, like a half cracked egg. She made me feel better about my royal blue blouse, black dress pants, and flats. She glared at me through her wire rimmed glasses, and made a disgusted noise at the back of her throat.
"Mr. Cullen is hiring interns to do his secretary work until he can find a replacement." she explained sharply. "You'll file, answer E-mails, take phone calls, and I'll check to make sure you're not messing things up every three hours."
"What happened to the last secretary?" I questioned, and started to follow her again.
"Tragic accident. She was attacked by a mountain lion. Didn't make it." there was no tone of sorrow in her flat explanation.
"That's terrible!" I gasped. She grunted, and stopped in front of a frosted glass door to type a code in.
"Mr. Cullen doesn't like it when people talk about it." The door swung open revealing an open area with bright white walls, and a large mahogany desk stretched out to cover another large frosted glass door. "This is your work area." she led me to the desk, and pulled a chair out for me. I sat down, and the hobbled back to the open door. "The code in 1901, and through there is Mr. Cullen's office. You don't go in there. Ever. Understand?" I nodded.
"Will I ever see Mr. Cullen?" I asked, before she left.
"I've worked here for twenty years, and I haven't." her voice was almost sorrowful. Oh, now she's sad.
"How old is he?" I pressed, before she shut the door.
"Very." And with that, she was gone.
I looked around the sterile room. Other than the door, a huge window that took up most of the wall, my desk, and a small water cooler, the room was empty. A new computer sat buzzing in front of me. I turned it on, and waited for it to boot. A loud beep sounded from the monitorr, and I jumped back with a yelp.
Another beep sounded from a small black box on the desk, followed by a voice. "Is everything alright?" It asked. The voice was so smooth, and perfect, that at first I thought it came from the computer. I raised my eyebrows, and leaned down to the contraption, placing one ear on it. "Hello?" I yelped again, and jumped back. Red filled my cheeks, and I scooted forward, pushing a little red button on the intercom.
"It's alright." I squeaked before clearing my throat. "Um, I'm sorry, M-Mr. Cullen. I was just startled, is all. I'm Isabella Swan, your new secretary."
"Ah, Miss Swan. It's a pleasure to have you working here. Please try to be a little quieter in the future."
I stared at the box for a moment, then pressed the button. "Yes, sir."
"Thank you." he ended the conversation.
I looked at the computer for a moment, and then typed in the password my supervisor had given me. 1901. The computer began to log in, and I smiled to myself. I, Isabella Swan, was at the top of the food chain. From flipping burgers, to being he secretary replacement at one of America's biggest agriculture manufacturers' head office. Mr. Edward Cullen. C.E.O, and founder of Cullen Industries. I looked at the piece of paper beside my keyboard. It told me how to answer the phone, and answer E-mail's. I smiled, and picked it up. They thought of everything.
The phone rang, and I picked up. "Cullen Industries, Head office. Isabella Swan speaking." I read right off of the paper.
"Hello." the person at the other end of the phone greeted. "I'm Alice Cullen, Edward's... granddaughter." Her voice was soft, and light. Like ringing bells.
"Oh... okay. How may I help you Miss Cullen?" I asked, taking out a pen and paper.
"Tell... grandpa..." she giggled for a second, "That I'll be coming in to see him tomorrow. Could you please clear his schedule for around seven tomorrow?"
"I'll see what I can do. One moment please?" I put her on hold, and reached nervously for the intercom. I held the buzz button for a moment, and then let go.
"Yes, Miss Swan?" Mr, Cullen asked, his voice drifting through the wide empty room like silk.
"Ahem, Alice Cullen, your granddaughter, is on the phone. She's asking to make an appointment to see you at seven tomorrow." I explained shakily.
He chuckled for a moment. "Clear my schedule from seven until eight." he ordered, and then the intercom went dead.
I picked the phone back up. "It's all set, Miss Cullen. Have a nice day."
"Thank you." she replied, and hung up. I hung up as well, and pulled up Mr. Cullen's schedule on the computer. I cleared from seven until eight, and put in 'Alice Cullen'.
With that done, I opened up his work E-mail. There were three. All business proposal's. I looked at the sheet. It said to forward business proposal's to Mr. Cullen. I did that, and then checked to see if there was any filing to be done. There was nothing in the 'In' box, or the 'Out' box. "Hmm." I sighed. There was nothing left to do.
I looked through the computer file's for awhile, and then read, and re-read the instruction's sheet. I started to hum, but then quickly became bored of that. I turned to the side to quickly in my swivel chair, and fell over onto the hard wood floor with a loud thud.
"Are you alright Miss Swan?" the intercom buzzed. I blushed, and got up off of the floor.
"I'm fine." I squeaked into the intercom. "I just fell."
"It's a sit down job, Miss Swan." he reminded me.
"I was sitting down." I admitted.
"Oh." it was quiet for a moment. "As long as you're alright."
I sighed, and picked up the chair. It was rather heavy, but I managed to get it halfway up just in time for the frosted glass door in front of me to open. A young man, maybe 18, walked gracefully into the room, and came up to my desk. He was unbelievably gorgeous with honey blonde hair, and sharp pale feature's. "Hello, ma'am." he greeted me with a smile. "I'm here to see Mr. Cullen?" His voice was gorgeous, just like him. It had a hint of a southern accent in it, and was somehow simular to Mr. Cullen's.
"Hello, one moment, please." I huffed, trying to pull the chair the rest of the way off of the floor. My flats slid on the hardwood, and I started to fall with the chair. "Ahh!" I cried, as I fell over. I ended up on my behind, the young boy holding the chair off of me. His large topaz eyes were pinched in worry.
"Are you alright?" he asked me. He put the chair upright like it was nothing, and held out a hand to me. His skin was cold. Ice cold. Like he'd held it under a snowdrift for a couple hours.
"I'm fine." I sighed, glad to be back on my feet. "Thank you. I'll page Mr. Cullen for you." I smiled, and sat back down. He returned it, and went back around the counter. "What's your name?" I pressed the magic button, and waited for the beautiful voice.
"Jasper Hale." he replied.
"Yes, Miss Swan?" Mr. Cullen's slightly agitated voice rang through the room.
"Mr. Hale is here to see you." I answered nervously.
"Oh." he was silent for a moment. "Send him in."
I motioned for Jasper to go through, and buzzed the door open. He smiled at me before sliding silently into Mr. Cullen's office. I listened for a moment, aqnd then rechecked Mr. Cullen's E-mail when I heard nothing. I jumped back when the printer kicked to life, and a memo flashed up onto the screen.
File under agricultural investments.
Michael Newton. Accounting.
I took the paper from the printer, and brought it over to a tall filing cabinet beside the water cooler. I pulled open the drawer that said Agriculture Investments, and put the file in under the date.
I stood there for a minute, and then shut the drawer. Returning to my desk, I grabbed a paper cup, and filled it with water. I glanced at the clock at the corner of the screen when I was back at my desk. 2:37. I still had to work until 9:30.
I spotted a wire trash bin by Mr. Cullen's door. I grabbed a blank piece of paper, crumpled it up, and threw it at the trash bin. Miss. I got up, and grabbed the bin, and paper. I put the bin closer to me, and recrupled the paper. Hit! I shot my fist into the air, and hissed a 'Yesss!". Quietly, of course. I grabbed another piece of paper. Miss. And another. Miss. Another. Miss. Another.
"Miss?"
"I know, I know." I answered grumpily. "Oh!" I exclaimed, swiveling around to see who was speaking to me. I moved to quickly, and the chair fell over again. "Ahh!" I cried as I fell for the second time that day. "Ooof." I gasped as I hit the floor.
"Miss Swan?" the intercom asked. "Are you alright?"
"Yes, Miss. Are you alright?" I looked up to see a hulking young man standing over me. He had curly brown hair, and the same topaz eyes. he was grinning, showing a row of perfect, gleeming white teeth.
"I'm fine." I sighed. I got up off of my side, and the man picked the chair up with the same ease. "Are you here to see Mr. Cullen?" I asked as I sat down again.
"Yes." he answered, "Emmett Cullen, at your service." he bowed.
"Cute." I chuckled. Now that I was upright, I could see that Emmett was a perfect pale mini hulk, just as tall as Jasper. I pressed the intercom button. "Mr. Cullen, Mr. Cullen is here to see you." I said to the tiny box.
"Let him in." Mr. Cullen sighed. Emmett grinned at me, and pressed the button.
"What? You don't want to talk to me?" he pouted.
"Just get in here Emmett. You should really start making appointments." Mr. Cullen complained.
Emmett rolled his eyes, and I buzzed him in. He moved just as gracefully as Jasper. "Goodbye Miss..."
"Swan." I finished. "Call me Bella."
"Bye Bye, Bella." he said before he disappeared behind the door.
It was quiet in the office for a while. I studied the room. There were a few fake plants in the corners, a row of uncomfterable looking waiting chairs, and a picture of a city skylight from the earlier 19th century. I sighed, ans started to play with my hair.
And I thought working for Edward Cullen would be exciting.
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