I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT

MY FIRST FANFIC! YAY :)

Chapter 1: A Day in the Life of Bella

BPOV

I make them good girls go bad
I make them good girls go
Good girls go bad
(Good girls go bad)

"Wha-What? What? Hello...? Fuck!"

It's my alarm, geez! Damn celebrity stylist for changing my settings!

I looked over and it was 6 AM already?God, it feels like I've just gone to bed a minute ago.

With my eyes still three-fourths closed, I walk into the bath to wash my face, and change into my sweats and leggings. Then, I grabbed my iPhone and out the door for my morning exercise.

I get back to my apartment an hour after. As I rest, I grab my meager breakfast which is basically oatmeal and some banana.

I look into the mirror and I am happy with what I see. For a twenty six year old, I am 'damn fine', (as to what my best friends say). I've worked hard for this damn fine body, thank you very much.

I took a shower, put on my hot office getup - care of Alice, as usual - and left for work. I hope I didn't forget anything at home.

As I get into the building I work in, Garret the doorman greets me; heck every single person in this building greets me, for I am Bella Swan, the head of Masen Communications Chicago Branch. Everyone pays respect or else: Bye bye, Sweet Pea!

"Good morning boss! How was your walk to work?" Angela, my assistant, immediately hands my Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf's Smooth Vanilla Caramel Coffee.

"Fine. Nothing new. Thank you." I answered uninterestedly. I don't have time for chitchat these days. We've been working on a lot of projects which required real labor instead of useless gibber jabber.

I'm usually friendly with her, but sometimes, the stress turns me into a monster. Well, I'm only good to her and those whom I know that works well. I can't stand people who are lazy, really.

As I get into my office, pending paperwork, lists of people to call and reports are on my desk. But first, I have to fix some shit my staff got me into last weekend.

"Get Stephen King for me. Now." I told my assistant.

"Yeah, okay." Angela used my phone and dialed for Stephen King, the President of the company we are currently pursuing to work with. "Bella, he's on line one," she said after a few moments.

"Thank you," I smiled at her leaving.

"Hi Stephen! Listen, I want to apologize on behalf of Masen Communications. I am terribly sorry for what happened the other day. I'm afraid one of our staff said some rude things, I am truly sorry for that. If there's anything we can do for you, just say so…"

And after twenty minutes of sweet-talking, I got us out of the mishap and bagged the deal!

Yay for me and thank God for my skills! Apparently Andrew, one of my staff, made a fool out of himself and took control – if that's what he calls it. He is so fired. "... Goodbye Stephen and thank you!" I put the phone down.

"Angela, get that Son of A Bitch. NOW!" I called Angela and she at once, put the phone down to get Andrew for me. She knows very well how I work and now means in a minute or faster.

Asta la vista, Andrew.

To calm myself, I turn on my computer and drink my coffee. I play with the ends of my hair, I twirl it around my finger and my other hand touching my lips – this has become a habit.

"Knock knock," says Andrew with Angela.

I smile a little devilish. He has the nerve to even joke around. "Oh hi, come in. Have a seat. Oh, Angela, I need more coffee. Thanks, you may leave."

I wait for her to close the door then smile at Andrew.

"So, what brings me here? We'll be having our little celebration, eh?" Andrew asked all smiles.

I stand up and walked to the window, taking a little of my time. "Andrew, tell me, how's the deal with Hoshi Group?"

"Oh, uh, well... as you know we had a meeting last weekend. They said they'd think about it though I think we've bagged it, so, no big." He smiled.

"I see. Hmm... Yesterday, I got a call from Stephen, the group's President?" I turn around and eyed him suspiciously. "He said something about how a staff member was rude to his employees, that they might turn us down because of that particular incident... something along those lines... I thought it was funny since we've all laid it out for them. We put on a smile, all their demands, compromised and small details are noted. We went through a fucking needle to get this deal. Then suddenly, someone ruins everything for the whole company."

Truthfully, this is the worst scenario I've since I became the Director. I run things smoothly around here and I've trained my staff well; except for this schmuck.

From the corner of my eyes, I see him stiffen then I give a sarcastic smile. "Do you know who is the Hoshi Group of Companies?"

"Yes. They're the biggest insurance and airline company in the state… and the country." he says, nervously.

That's right. Be nervous, Andrew.

I was pacing behind my desk, trying to look as innocent as possible. "Cool... so we're on the same page."

Then I walked back to my desk and slam my fists on it. He almost jumped out of his seat when I did that. "Do you know how long I've worked hard for this? How long I-we've been wanting to land this? How much money is at stake here, a dollar? How stupid can you be? This is the Hoshi Group of Companies! How can you tell their rep to 'Shut the fuck up' huh? WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, ANDREW? Do you run this company? Huh? Is that how we deal with our clients? Just because you were out with them doesn't mean you are to be all friendly with them. Fuck, Andrew! I thought I trained you well. What happened? Just because you're up for promotion you have a big ego now?"

"N-n... No ma'am." he can't even look me in the eye.

"Then what the hell went into your bird brain to say that to him? Millions Andrew, we may lose millions! We almost lost millions! Can you pat that amount when they don't take the deal?" I yelled at him.

"No ma'am." he answered.

God, I would get a heart attack one of these days. "You've been in this business for years, you know how things work. We flirt with them, they flirt back, we get on dates, then BAM! We are committed. Why the hell did you choose to screw up?" I stared him in the eye.

"Bella, we've been working at this for months! All they did was 'flirt' with us!" he air quoted, "They never really gave us a 'hint' or at least a sure answer. Aren't you tired of all the chasing around? If they want it, they want it. But, as far as I'm concerned, they just leave us hanging. I mean, we have meetings all the time but nothing precise comes out of it. Fuck, they're costing us money too!" He defended himself.

I laughed at what he said. This son of a bitch IS going home.

"Sweet heart, I've talked to Stephen last Friday and he told me they'd be going through the papers on Saturday, your supposed meeting – the one you fucked up. That was to actually discuss contract signing. I specifically told you Friday night to listen and take note on what they had to say!" I glare at him, clearly astounded. "Remember now honey?" I cooed.

One thing I hate about people like Andrew, they think they know it all. They think they are the ones running this company. I do all the courting, all the sweet-talking, all the chasing and when I ask them to do something as simple as taking note, they fuck up.

"I-I guess. I for-I think I- shit!" he looks like passing out.

"Shit, it is." I said nonchalantly. "Well, okay. Let me fix this. I am so sorry for screwing up. I will handle this. We are going to get this deal. I promise!" he begged. It's too late for those now.

"Andrew, there's no 'we', anymore. You're fired. From the minute you stepped into my office." I walked around his seat and smiled at him.

"Please don't fire me. I'll bag another deal, I swear! Just another deal, I'll show you! I'll bag it within the week. If not da– " he begged.

I rolled my eyes and walked to my door. I opened it for him since he can't understand what I just said. "Andrew, you're fired. Get the fuck out of here or I'll call security." He stood there, motionless. I waited for him until I ran out of patience.

"What are you waiting for Christmas?" I shouted. Finally, he walks out of the room.

Then I see every one frozen in their cubicles, "What are you guys staring at?"

Then they all scramble to go back to their businesses.

Being the boss has its perks, specially when you're young.I have the privilege to be proud of myself. People can't just belittle me because of my age, I work my ass day in and day out.

Half an hour after, Angela comes in for my coffee and schedule. As usual, I have meetings throughout the day - which I tell you is completely exhausting. We discuss strategies to please our clients or target clients, current project statuses, and more blah blah blah; all very boring stuff I must say. Sometimes tension among my staff gets really annoying. Their reports are full of shit and then personal matters are thrown in the discussion – competition amongst them, I assume – I immediately shut them up. I have no intentions of hearing what their problems are in life, whatsoever.

Most of the time, I watch Angela. Seeing her doodle 'Mrs. Angela Weber' makes me forget all these incidents. She has the hugest crush on Ben Weber, our Financial Director. She's been in this company for four years now, and we're actually friends. I do feel bad about how I treat her, but she understands. I usually tell her stuff about Ben if there's something new about him or whatever. I used to date Ben back in college - don't ask about that!

An hour before leaving work, I am finally done with all the meetings. I relax a bit and look outside my window. I love watching the sunset, it's just so serene.

I wonder how Charlie is? He's on honeymoon with Sue. I'm so happy for him. Finally, he is with the woman he deserves.

As for my mother... I hate her. Her name is Rene. She broke his heart, she broke mine. She left the two of us when I was nine. She's one selfish bitch, I must say. Since then, I never talked to her nor saw her. She didn't even try calling us for crying out loud. After years of waiting everyday for her to come home, I gave up.

Yes, I forgave her but I forgot she's my mother. I'm still thankful for what she did, at least I know how not to be a mo –

"Bella, Carlisle on the phone. Line one," I was startled by Angela's call. "Yeah, I got it. Thanks Ang." I said when I picked up the phone.

Carlisle Masen. The OIC/President of Masen Communications, he actually inherited this company from his father. I love his wife, Esme. She's very comfortable to be with and very motherly. They have two children - a boy and a girl - whom I haven't met or seen. Impossible, isn't it? After so many years of knowing them, it never occurred to me to ask a picture of their children. Which reminds me to...

"Hello Carlisle! What do you need?" I smiled to myself.

"Bella, I heard you fired Andrew?"

"Well, yes. He's let the air enter to his brain, doesn't pay attention and can't get his job well done. I don't know what happened to him."

"Yes, I heard of it. Poor guy. He was a great businessman... Anyway, I appreciate you're able to land the Hoshi Group."

I smiled to myself upon hearing that. "No problem. Is there anything you need?"

I'm good friends with him and I'm so grateful that he hired me the very day I graduated. Dr. Masen went to our university for some lecture. I bumped into him along the hallway then after that incident, I saw him sitting on one of the benches around the campus. We talked and he grew fond of me. Since then, I considered him as my mentor and somewhat a father figure. He, later, introduce me to his wife, Esme, a famous Interior Designer. I'm glad that she sees me almost as a niece. Well, I only hope she or they do. Sad though, that I haven't spent time with them recently.

"I hope you didn't forget, but we'll be flying in my second-in-command. He'll be there for the quarterly check-up?"

"Great! That's great! Don't worry, I didn't forget about Embry coming over," I said.

Carlisle chuckled.

"Ah Bella! Embry isn't my second in command anymore, I made him the chief Marketing Director. Anyhow, my new second-in-command will probably be there by the end of this week or earlier."

"Oh! Really? Gosh, we haven't talked in a long time, I didn't know. Don't worry, just send me all I need to know before the new one arrives and I'll know exactly what to do," I said smiling. As if he could see me.

"Alright. I'll have my assistant e-mail the details,"he said.

"OK, is there anything else?"

"None at the moment. I'll ring you if there's anything I need. Thank you Bella. I hope you do get along with him." There was a certain edge in his voice, it sounded like he was hopeful.

"No problem. Just call if you need me. Bye!" And I hung up.

Hmm...

I wonder who's the new second-in-command? Carlisle didn't mention any names. I'll see it when he e-mails me anyway.

Did Carlisle tell him how I run this office?

I'm known in this office - for being tough, for being forward, and for being a snotty boss. It's all true.

When I get to work, I get to work. I'd like to think I'm a perfectionist and they should be, too. I know I go overboard at times but I hate it when people fuck up.

After pondering for a while, I decided to go home and chill. When I was about to step into the elevator, Angela shouted my name, startling me.

"What Angela? You scared me," clutching my hands to my chest.

"I'm sorry, so sorry," she panted.

"Jesus, you could've just shouted. Take a seat," I ushered her to a chair.

"Yeah, thanks. Alice called. She's been calling you hours ago and if you don't call her back she'll shave her head."

I guffawed at Alice's message. Angela looked really mortified though.

Alice, oh I know she can shave her hair – after three bottles of Tequila, that is. "Angela, breathe! Okay? I will call her. Look at you, you look like you're in diarrhea or in some sort of pain," I laughed. "Well, you know Alice. She'd do anything just to get her way," she said.

I got my BlackBerry from my purse and there was sixteen messages indeed.

"Shit, I left it on silent mode. Anyway, thanks! Oh, and sorry for being Cruela de Bella this morning." (AN: Does this sound bad? Should I change it to "Bitchy Bella"? Thanks!) I smiled apologetically.

"No problem. I know how hard you push yourself. Good luck with Alice," she winked.

"Yeah, I hope she takes it easy on me. Thanks again, don't stay too late in the office, bye!" And she waved to me as the elevator door closes.

I called Alice once I was out on the street, I was smiling the entire time I listen to her messages, "Bella, if you don't pick up, I swear I'd make you pay for my shopping bills; Bella pick up; Bella, say goodbye to your precious book collection..."

Bella this, Bella that, or else... I shook my head, smiling.

"LOOK WHO DECIDED TO CALL ME BACK?" I can imagine her gritting her teeth.

"I'm sorry honey, I left my phone on silent mode." I defended.

"Such a smart girl but forgets stuff like checking her phone for messages." she murmured. "Listen! JASPER INVITED ME TO MEET HIS PARENTS," then the pause was followed by a string of words."BECAUSEWE'REMOVINGINTOGETHER! ISN'TTHATGREAT?" She screamed.

I had to take my phone off my ear. It hurts when she does that - which was all the time.

"Okay, calm down Ali. This calls for a celebration. Why don't you call Rose and we'll celebrate in my pad." I offered.

"Oh no, no, no, no, Director Swan! We'll be having dinner and a few drinks after, the usual," she's too excited to take no for an answer. Well, she always is.

Ugh, I don't want up dress up! I'm so tired! "But Aliiiiiice!" I whined, "Why can't we do it at home? I have a huge flat! What's wrong with staying there and chilling o–"

"Shut up Bells. It's been ages since we went out. Besides, you owe me after neglecting my calls." I hate it when she make me feel guilty -which she does, ninety-six percent of the time.

"But I did not neg-" again, she cut me off, "Get ready. Rose and I will fetch you. See you in an hour. Love you B!"And she hung up.

"Love you too." I sighed. I can't argue with Alice, I NEVER win.

So, I walked back to my apartment. I took a nice warm bath, taking my time, relaxing. Then, I heard my front door unlock.

*END OF CHAPTER 1*