Shadows settle on the place, that you left.

Our minds are troubled by the emptiness.

Destroy the middle, it's a waste of time.

From the perfect start to the finish line.

Youth - Daughter

EPOV

"Come in," I said firmly, like my dad Carlisle would. I took off my glasses off and placed them on the counter.

My secretary, Angela walked in holding a new folder of paper work I most probably had to do. "Morning, Angela," I greeted her as she passed me the papers.

"Hey, Edward, how are you?" she asked smiling at me.

"I am very good, thank you." I replied smiling back.

"That's good, how does it feel to be promoted… again?" she asked chuckling.

I had a great relationship with all my co-workers. It helped your performance in the job and you also enjoyed coming to work every day knowing you'll be around people you like. Though there was one employee I didn't like. That was Lauren. Ugh, she irritated me. She was an attention whore.

"It feels good, same feeling as always, though," I said with a smile.

"Oh Edward, but you are now a senior executive of the company. That's huge," she said with a smile.

"Yeah, it is a pretty good feeling." I said with a smile.

"Bye now, Edward – I have some secretary stuff I have to handle. Talk to you later," she said smiling as she walked towards my door.

"Bye Angela, let's hope you are the next one to get the promotion." I said with a smile. She walked out the door with a smile on her face.

A month ago I was promoted to be a senior executive of Chicago Lights. Chicago Lights is a trading stock company. They are very successful, with over five hundred employees. So, getting promoted is not an easy thing to accomplish, so now I guess you can understand my pride and happiness. But I am not going to lie, I am quite great at my job.

I am a twenty-four year old bachelor, a senior executive of a big company in Chicago, not trying to act self-centred, but I am good looking, I have all the girls swooning over me, I am wealthy, I ride only the best cars and I live in a four story house. My life is pretty satisfying.

My little sister, Alice is always trying to hook me up with women. The women, she hooks me up with are okay, but they are not my type. I always try to explain to her that I am not looking for a relationship. The right lady will come along someday and it is just I haven't met her yet. I will meet her, someday.

I was a player in High School. I treated girls like nothing, but as I got older I realised what I was doing was not right.

I got accepted to many universities – but not because of my brains – because of my rugby performance.

In high school I played first team rugby. I was the most popular guy in high school. While, Tanya, my high school sweetheart was the most popular girl. I liked Tanya, a lot, but I didn't love her. She was a very sweet and kind girl, but there was just something about her that put me off. She was a slut, but she didn't know it. She thought it was fine to walk around in skirts thinner than a belt, and crop tops that came very low – showing way too much skin. I reckoned she just wanted attention and that is what she got from me. I was too shallow to realise what I was doing to girls was not okay. I was very shallow – there was one girl that always caught my eye, Isabella Swan. I never spoke to her, because she was not popular and I didn't want to ruin my reputation.

That was my downside – I only cared about myself.

Ever since we graduated, we went our separate ways.

Tanya got into UCT – a university in Cape Town, South Africa.

Heaven alone knows where Isabella went – but why would I care. She wasn't even my friend – she wasn't even an acquaintance, yet I still cared for her. I don't understand how my mind worked sometimes.

I got accepted into Oxford – because of my brains and that's exactly what I wanted. After my college career, I wanted to move to a livelier city, so that is how I ended up in Chicago.

It was nine o'clock in the morning and I started feeling hungry since I didn't have substantial breakfast this morning. Just then my door flew open and there stood Alice with a paper cup and brown bag in her hand. "Hey big brother of mine," she chirped. "I bought you some breakfast," she said putting the food on the table in the corner where my mini lounge suite was set up.

"Hey, Ali. That is too sweet of you." I said with a smile.

"Oh, no problem." She said with a smile. "I heard there is a new person, who has been employed here. She is going to be one of the senior executives. That means her office will be next to yours," Alice said quite happy. I already knew, my assistant, Jessica ran it past me one day. She just roughly discussed her with me and the new employee sounds okay, I guess.

Nothing too special, we have many talented and ambitious people here at Chicago Lights, so what is another? She may be a woman, but all the ladies that work here are either married or desperate, some of them are pretty hot, but they are too desperate for my liking. I am twenty-four, so then again, what is the rush to settle down? I still have a life to live. Alice still doesn't understand though, because she at the age of twenty-three is already engaged to Jasper Whitlock. I like Jasper, he is a great guy. He can handle Alice's hyperactive personality and trust me; it takes a real man to be able to handle Alice. But if you have grown up with her, you learn to handle it and see a great, sweet lady in her.

"Sorry to burst your bubble, Ali, but I already know." I said with a chuckle when her face fell.

"Oh." She said disappointed. "But how did you fin-. Jessica." She said with a straight face.

Alice also worked here – she was also a senior executive. There were a total of three senior executives in the company. The last one resigned, so we had to find a replacement and we did, the new 'girl.

"Well, what do you think of her?" Alice asked me, which pushed a few buttons.

"Alice, I have not met her. And I am not looking for a serious relationship, okay?" I said trying to sound kind, which I failed at miserably.

"Sorry, didn't mean to get your knickers in a twist." She responded which I rolled my eyes to.

"Bye, Edward." She said making her way to the door with a sly smile.

"Bye Alice," I called on after, a bit worried about the sly smile my sister produced.

I carried on with the work I was doing before my pixie-like sister barged in.

It was nearly five o'clock, so I started packing my laptop into my case and all the paperwork. I put my phone in my pocket and left the office, locking the door after me. I put my keys in my pocket and made my way for the elevator. I worked on the tenth floor. I said goodbye to Angela and made my way for the first floor. Once I got there I opened my Volvo and put my bag in the boot.

I got into the car and connected my phone to the Bluetooth. I started the engine and went home.

BPOV

A month ago I resigned from my old job – TTIC (The Trading Incorporation of Chicago)

I sent a CV to Chicago Lights while I was still working for TTIC. Two weeks after I sent my CV, I got a reply saying I got the job. I was delighted; I put in my warning at TTIC to say that I would be resigning. I found out I will be one of the senior executives, along two others.

I phoned by best friend in the whole entire world to share the news.

"Hello?" Angela answered.

"Hey, Angie. You won't believe it, but I got the job at Chicago Lights." I practically shouted into the phone.

"That is fantastic news. We will be working in the same building. I can't wait. When do you start?" she asked with so much enthusiasm in her voice.

"Next week Thursday." I squealed into the phone. Our conversation digressed into many topics: the employees; shopping and we even started talking about her engagement.

I had a week to pack up my office, before it was handed over to someone else. Apparently, someone by the name of Tanya Denali. That name rang a bell, but I couldn't quite place it.

Tomorrow was my last day at TTIC and since I was at such a high level in the company, my boss, Demetri, decided to throw a farewell party. Just a small gathering tomorrow, like a tea party.

I arrived at the office at little bit later than usual the following morning, since it was my last day. I arrived with big cardboard boxes and made my way towards my office.

I was packing all my Typo stationery into a small cardboard box, when my ex-boss walked in.

"Oh, Bella. We sure are going to miss you," he said making his way towards me.

"Demetri, I will miss this place too. But the offer was too great to decline…" I said, feeling guilty.

"Don't worry, Bella, I don't blame you for anything. But since, we aren't colleagues anymore. How about that date?" he said with a wink, making his way towards me.

"Demetri! You are flipping married," I said, mad at his request.

"Oh, she doesn't have to know," he said, pulling my waist into him.

I pushed myself off him, "Forget it! You are married with kids and you are like twenty years older than me!" I shouted, grabbing the full cardboard box and storming out the door, to put it with the rest.

When I arrived at my office, he was still there. "Bella, I know you feel the same way," he said, with a smirk.

"I think you are very confused, just get out and let me finish packing," I said, throwing my files in to a box.

I finished packing up my office, at three o'clock, the furniture people, just had to collect my couches and I was done at TTIC… and far away from Demetri, he is such a perv.

"Oh, Bells, I am going to miss you so much. How could you leave us like this? Who am I going to tell all the office gossip to now?" Kate said, sobbing into my shoulder.

"Kate, I am going to miss you so much. But we still go clubbing together, right? That's our thing," I said with a smile, giving her a tight squeeze.

"Most definitely," she said, letting go and wiping her tears.

"To Bella, we hope you have a great future at Chicago Lights," everybody said, drinking to my departure.

"I am going to miss you guys so much," just not Demetri, but of course I didn't say that.

Demetri was starting to scare me, he kept giving me these flirtatious looks, well that's what I think it was supposed to be, but he just looked constipated every time he looked my way.

After the farewell party, I grabbed my laptop and handbag and left the building. As soon as I was out I turned around. "Bye TTIC," I whispered and made my way for my car.

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