Bella Swan.

"But Sir!" I argued, "I already have one too many models under my wing! There's no way I can manage another one without neglecting the ones I already have!"

Mr. Hale, the president of Twilight Runway, continued to smile at me, and I frowned. This old man had no intention of accepting my request.

"I'm sorry, Bella," he said, "But this is an important break for the company. Cullen-McCarthy enterprise is an extremely well-rounded and prestigious company. The president personally came to me and asked that his son receive management from our most prominent manager… and that is definitely you!"

I scowled. If he thought that flattery would win me over, then he was terribly mistaken.

"And what of my current models?" I asked, skeptically.

He stared at me for a bit longer, and then reasoned, "We can transfer two of your models to one of our other managers," when I raised my eye brows in disbelief, he continued, "Of course, you are free to keep Jacob Black. I don't think you have another choice, since I assume he would quit modeling if he were transferred to the care of someone else." I glared at him as he chuckled.

"You will have the privilege of deciding on which models you want to drop, of course. But that is really the most I can do."

After glowering at Mr. Hale for nearly a minute, I sighed in defeat. I knew I never had a chance of winning against him.

"That's great, Bella," he beamed, suddenly pulling a large yellow folder from his desk, "I knew I could count on you!"

I sighed again, and reached over to obtain the blue folder that he held behind his fingers. "If he wasn't my boss…" I thought bitterly, flipping open the dark cover. I flipped through its contents grudgingly, until I reached the section that I was most eager to see: His photo's.

"Oh!" I gasped, unintentionally, staring at the beautiful face and figure of the man in the pictures.

"He's gorgeous, isn't he?" Mr. Hale exclaimed, obviously pleased by surprised reaction, "He's only a beginner…but I'm sure that you can bring out his talent and make him sell, somehow."

I almost nodded, until his words finally settled.

"B-beginner?" My mouth fell open, "Mr. Hale. This boy--"

"Edward Cullen" he interrupted.

I rolled my eyes.

"Edward Cullen…might have a beautiful face… but there's no way I can accept him as a beginner!" I loathed beginning models! They were full of themselves, conceited, egotistical… they were the worse of the modeling world! Complete name-less newbie's who believed they were Gods!

"But you managed Jacob Black," Mr. Hale rationalized, "And look how well he sold! He's been our number one model for the past two years!"

"Jacob is different," I inducted, "Jacob has personality! He was already a star, I just helped him along the way! That's more that I can say for the majority of these no-good models!"

"Don't worry about it. I know you have what it takes…I believe in you!"

I stared open-mouthed at his words. Was he serious?

"You're the best manager here," he continued with the praises, "I can't count on anyone but you to handle the job. We'll even make a deal!"

I started at him incredulously for a moment, and let my curiosity ask the next question, "What deal?"

He smiled at my sudden interest, "You'll handle Edward Cullen for three months. If he is completely unmanageable, and all your efforts to sell him are futile, then I will personally contact his father and tell him myself that even our best manager could not handle him. It will be out of your hands, and no fault will be placed on you."

I considered this bargain for a while. It wasn't such a bad idea, really. If he turned out to be a no-good brat who could not sell, I would be able to clean my hands of him in just three months. If he was-- by chance-- an adequate model… I would continue to manage him. This wasn't a bad idea at all.

"Alright, then, Mr. Hale. I accept your proposal to mange this…"

"Edward Cullen?"

"Right. Edward Cullen."

"That's great! I knew I could count on you, Bella! You've always been our star worker!"

I blushed at his compliment, and continued, "When will I be able to see him, then?"

"In an hour," Mr. Hale explained, ripping out a small, yellow note-paper from a pad and handed it to me, "He'll be waiting just outside your office."

I smacked my forehead with the palm of my hand and sighed. I felt like a complete idiot. He had this planned all along.

Mr. Hale must have understood my frustration and laughed merrily.

Sighing, I bowed to him before leaving the room, and made my way to my office.

"At least the boy is gorgeous," I approved, opening the folder and taking another look at his photos, "he might actually be able to sell well."

When I turned the corner heading to my office, a figure seated in a chair in front of my door made me stop in my tracks. "Must be Cullen."

I resumed my pace and walked towards the guy who sat with one leg bent over the other. He was wearing light blue jeans and a tight, dark blue v-neck shirt. He wore black shoes and a gold watch on his wrist.

I eyed him carefully, from his bronze-brown hair that was loose in an untidy, but unbelievably sexy wear. Even his face was perfect! A sharp jaw line supported thin, pink lips, and though his eyes were closed shut, I was almost assured that they, too, would be beautiful.

"Edward Cullen?" I asked, as if I did not know from the pictures.

Edward was holding the Nano chromatic in the color silver. He was too absorbed with his I pod to have heard me. I grew annoyed.

"Edward Cullen!" I nearly snapped his name.

This time, his head turned to look at me. He didn't, however, remove his headphones. I waited. I was getting really inpatient with my new model. Why do I have to deal with beginner model behavior?

Rolling his eyes, he finally pulled the earphones from his ears, and then, with a cold and an obnoxious tone, snarled, "You're late, manager."

Something snapped inside my head, and I found myself restraining the urges to punch him right in his astonishingly beautiful face. 'How dare he pick up such a tone with me! With such a beautiful and musical voice, no doubt!' It took everything I had to suppress my anger, and smile.

"Sorry about that," Why was I apologizing? "Please step into my office so we can discuss some things." The way he glared at me made me want to take his I-pod and…

Edward chuckled, as if he found something so completely amusing, and stood from his seat. Without even waiting for me to enter first-- something merely of chaste respect-- he opened the door and stepped inside, letting the door close behind him.

"Mother fuc--" I inhaled a deep breath, and released an even deeper one from my nose. 'Relax', I ordered myself, 'You can handle one little obnoxious brat. It's only three months. Let's just see how things go. It's your own fault for expecting anything otherwise.'

I frowned at how accusing my own thoughts were, and took another deep breath before I put my hand on the door knob, pushing it open, and walked in.

Edward Cullen.

I was angry.

I never wanted to be a model in the first place! It was all because of my father, Carlisle!

"Edward," he told me, "You have to do something with your life! You finished high school, only to drop out of college just after two years! Don't you have any goals? Interests?"

"No," I told him, casually.

He sighed.

"Your poor mother worries about you everyday," I winced. That hit a nerve, "Esme doesn't know what to do. What you want to do. It's torturing her, thinking that she hasn't been a good mother to you at all! She's completely blaming herself for the way you've been acting lately."

"How could she think that?" I snapped hastily at him, jumping to my feet in frustration, "Mom hasn't done anything wrong!" I admit that I did have a pretty bad personality, and even a quick temper, but for her to think that it was all due to the way she raised me? Even if she was not my real mother, I never considered her anything otherwise. I loved my mom, more than anything! The same applied to my father.

"But she doesn't believe that," he corrected me, "It's the parents fault, after all, if the child does not grow up properly."

"I am proper!"

"How so?" Carlisle argued sternly, "You get into fights, you dropped out of school, you spend your days at circuits and spend money like a king… just how are you proper?"

I stayed quiet and he sighed.

"Edward, we don't care what you do… as long as its safe and legal," he corrected himself quickly when he saw me smirk, "A bartender, an artist, a lawyer, a businessman, a teacher, an engineer… as long as its something that you do and are passionate about. We just want you to be happy, or at least content! Isn't there any career choice or job that you are interested in? At least a little?"

When I saw the pleading in his eyes, I knew that I could not rebuff his appeals.

My mind suddenly recalled the conversation that me and my girlfriend of two years, Tanya, had a while ago. She had insisted that I become a model, saying that that occupation was perfect for me. Of course, I knew that she only wished to flaunt, and show me off some more.

A model…How hard could it be? I already had the looks, my height wasn't bad either, almost reaching 6'2". I also had an amazing sense of style, or so I figured. How hard could walking and posing, all the while looking good, be? If anything, I should already be an expert in that department.

"How about modeling?" I asked my father curiously, deviantly. Like there was any way he would agree to such an undermining and selective job where you got paid for flaunting your body! That was almost as bad a stripper!

I was completely taken aback when Carlisle's eyes began to sparkle ardently, "Oh Edward," he cried, pulling me into a tight, one armed hug and then away, "That's perfect! I'm sure you would do a great job! And your mother would be so happy!"

"H-hold o--" I wasn't even able to tell him I was only kidding before Carlisle whipped out his cell-phone from his pocket, anxiously.

"Don't worry about anything," he assured me with a wink, "I'll make sure you get accepted to one of the best modeling agencies around! Ah, I can't wait to tell your mother! She is going to be so happy!"

Then Carlisle was gone before I could even voice my objections.

And that is how I came to be here, in a stupid modeling agency, applying to be a stupid model!

"Edward Cullen!" I heard a females voice snap from beside me, loud enough so that even my music could not ignore her.

"You're late, manager," I told her, my voice sharper than usual because of the annoyance that bubbled inside me.

She looked alarmed, and then her startled expression quickly changed to pure vexation and fury. I nearly died of laughter when I saw how hard she tried to pull a mask over her anger and smile. Her face looked so funny as it struggled to remain cheerful, that even an amusing smile could not suffice! She looked like she was in pain! A chuckle managed to escape despite my efforts.

I was forced to run into the room before I could explode when her voice began to shake from the strain of trying to sound welcoming.

I took a seat in a soft, purple chair that sat across from what I assumed was her desk, and smiled when she walked inside.

Though she wouldn't get any points from me for her acting ability, and nothing she could possibly do would make me enjoy modeling, she did gain my approval in the "figure and face" department. With long, dark hair and dark, almond shaped eyes… she had a cute, heart-shaped face and a very slender body. I couldn't help but marvel at how beautiful she was. Maybe this model stuff will pay off?