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Full Summary:

Bella Swan is an assistant for the gorgeous, bullheaded Edward Cullen. What's on her agenda? Finding him a new girlfriend. What happens when she sets him up with Victoria, a flaming redhead? When she begs him to fire Bella, can he do it? Can he fire his only assistant he hasn't slept with?

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BPOV

I brushed my wet hair out of my face as I applied some of the new mac makeup Alice 'gave' me. When I mean 'gave', I mean bought for me against my will. I quickly applied some tinted moisturizer under my eyes, evidence of sleep loss, and mascara. After coming out most of the knots in my chestnut colored hair, I blowdried it and pulled my hair into a loose chignon, pinning it up with my favorite floral hair clip.

I walked over to my closet, choosing my outfit for work. I picked out a simple Burberry skirt and a Juicy Couture sleeveless silk top. I quickly slipped on the clothes and mary jane heels. I heard my phone buzz and I picked it up.

"Bella," I said in a monotonous tone.

"Ms. Swan," I heard the velvety voice say. My knees almost gave out.

"Y-Yes, Mr. Cullen?" I stuttered. Damn him for his charming voice.

Please ask me out, The desperate voice in my head screamed.

"I almost forgot, I need my coffee today. Tanya came in late. Would you please get me a black coffee on your way to work?" He asked.

I groaned internally.

"Of course, Mr. Cullen," I said through gritted teeth.

"Thank you," He said briskly before hanging up.

Of course. He'd want coffee from me. Story of my life.

I grabbed my leather satchel bag and slipped on my aviators, yet two other gifts from Alice. I locked my apartment and stepped out into the streets of 5th Avenue. I found a quaint little coffee shop and ordered one black coffee for Edward and a cappuccino for myself.

I juggled both coffees in my hand as I crossed the streets to Cullen Enterprises.

"Good morning, Bells," The secretary, Tanya, greeted me. We were good friends, and we met up with a bunch of people weekly for some fun out in the clubs.

"Morning Tanya," I gave her a small smile. I slid her the black coffee. "Make sure Edward get this."

"What is this, casual Friday?!" I heard the voice of Alice behind me.

"Hey, this is not the hillbilly look," I argued, looking over my outfit. She gave me the clothes, anyway.

Alice just gave a light giggle as her stilettos clacked.

"Nah, I'll let it go," She said with another giggle. Alice was co-owner of Cullen Enterprises, because she was Edward's little sister. Not to mention that she monitors my fashion choices for work on a daily basis.

"Sooo....what's on my agenda for today? Other than getting coffee for the wise one?" I asked jokingly to Tanya.

"Hm....nothing I know about yet," Tanya replied after skimming through her files. "Ali, did you know that Edward and Bella went to the same high school back in the day?"

Alice was living with her aunt and uncle at the time, since Edward's parents agreed to let her live here in the big apple for fresh ideas for fashion.

"Really? And he hasn't noticed?" She asked, staring pointedly at me.

Okay, maybe I had an eensy weesny crush on him since the 10th grade, but no biggie. He's moved onto bigger things; like asking me for coffee.

"Um, no," I said before scurrying to the conveniently open elevator. I sighed, thanking god that no one else was inside to witness me hyperventilating. I smoothed the few stray strands from my face and applied my MAC lustreglass lipgloss in my favorite peachy color. Smacking my lips together, I straightened out the buttons of my dress and made sure there was no gum on my shoe.

The elevator opened, and I could hear the sound of papers ruffling and printing machines. Ah, work. I waved to Angela, an old college buddy of mine. Jessica was next to her, scowling in my direction. I've gotten used to it, since she's been giving me that look since I got landed in her dorm instead of Angela's. Naturally, Jessica slept her way to the top, earning a position as a corporate.

I opened the door to my office, swinging the door shut, and tossing my bag carelessly on the floor. I took a long sip from my cappuccino.

"Bella?"

I sighed, relieved it was only Emmett.

I scrambled, getting my bag off the floor and my desk uncluttered.

"Bella? Can I come in?" He asked again.

"Oh, um yes! Come in!" I said lamely. Emmett smiled and gave me a huge bear hug, squishing me against his chest.

He gave me a small tentative smile.

"I have your agenda for this week," He said. Ugh, why couldn't it be a Friday?

"Oh, I'll get right on it," I said, rolling my eyes. He gave me the leather-bound book.

"Good luck," He said, giving me a little wave.

My brows furrowed in confusion. Good luck? Why would I need good luck?

And there I read it, in Edward's elegant script:

Find me a girlfriend.

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