Hi Everyone! Welcome back to another story. I've missed writing so much and have been aching for something fresh to write about. I'll be swapping back and forth between Bellas Perspective as well as Edwards. We all love to see into Eddie's mind!

Just a small chapter to get us started. More to come soon! Let me know what you think.

Edward POV

Emmett McCarty waves to me as I step towards him. My fathers head of security tipping his black limo driver hat, town car idling behind him.

"Welcome Back Mr Cullen, How was Europe?" he grinned mischievously. I rolled my eyes and shook his outstretched hand.

"It was fine Em, get that stupid hat off, you're going to make me look like a douche bag" I looked around at passing pedestrians who stared at my town car, as well as the to other black SUVs parked at the rear and front of the car as protection. "You know how much I hate the attention"

Emmett responded by laughing and getting into the car. I followed, stretching my legs out when I was finally seated, the warm air-conditioned air hitting my face, considerably warmer than Chicago's outside chill.

Emmett was still chuckling when he pulled away from the curb, "I haven't seen you for years man, fill me in"

Emmett had worked for my father's company for years, he was ex-military. He served the majority of his time in Iraq, creating quite the name for himself among ranks before a raid took out most of his squad and injured him badly enough that he was discharged, employed by my father once he recovered. I met him when I was 18, he was only 21, that was around 10 years ago now.

"There's not much to tell, after your visit, I ended up leaving Spain for Africa and I lived there for a few years"

"Yeah I know all that boring stuff, I mean like did you meet any foxy ladies?" He bumped me with his elbow and shot me a wink.

"What grown man says 'foxy ladies'?" He chuckled and shrugged, "But to answer your question, not really. A few girls here and there but that was before I moved to Africa, I didn't have time. I was working"

Emmett nodded, "Is that why your back now? To work here?"

"Essentially. It was time anyway, my father gave me a few years to go off on my own and do what I wanted, he says its time for me to get back to business" I didn't know how I felt about returning home, I was happy to be reunited with my family, but the business wasn't what I wanted.

My family was wealthy. One of the last modern dynasties in America. The Cullen family.

Cullen Clean Energy is a multi-billion dollar company and my families biggest asset. My grandfather, Edward Sr, drastically changed the company back in the '90s when it became known that big oil was no longer popular and green energy solutions were more efficient.

My families successful business powered homes all across America. However, the business was something I was never interested in. My father devoted his time and energy into the company for as long as I could remember, my grandfather, handing it down to him when he was around my age. I hoped that me being summoned home didn't mean I was following the same fate.

"We're here" My head snapped up at Emmett's voice, alerting me of our arrival. The large brass gates revealed my childhood home, all 2.7 acres of it. The SUVs parted down the drive to the service garage while Emmett headed towards the main entrance. The large sandstone structure is what many would call the American dream, boasting floor to ceiling windows, marble floors and crystal chandeliers. But to me, it was just home. The manor was located off a private street, secluded among trees in one of Chicago's wealthiest neighbourhoods, with tennis courts and lake views. My Christmas memories included my family and our staff as well, decorating the tree with my mother, then baking cookies with our chef. Opening presents in the ballroom on Christmas morning, it was all I had ever known.

Emmett pulled up and let me exit the car on my own. I stared at the front door, one I hadn't stepped through in years. I could feel nerves starting to bubble in my throat. Emmett stepped towards the door and pushed it open, revealing the foyer and my mother. Her small form, looking even smaller in the doorway that was fit for a giraffes entrance. Her caramel curls resting on the lapel of her blouse, hazel eyes staring teary-eyed towards me, her smile wide.

"My boy" She whispered, holding out her arms and welcoming me in. I inhaled the scent of her, Chanel no.5, and let that calm me.

"Hey mom", I greeted, squeezing her to my chest. She pulled back but kept her hands grasped to my forearms.

"Let me look at you", Her eyes wandered over my face, doing a once over before stepping back and looking at me from head to toe, "you look less like a boy and more like a man"

I smiled shyly and opened my mouth to reply, but was cut off by a voice echoing from upstairs. "Well don't be surprised dear, we haven't seen him in 5 years"

I followed the sound and saw my father descending the staircase, a bright smile on his face. He skipped the last 3 steps and held his arms out, to which I gladly closed the cap.

"Hey dad" I murmured. I had missed them both dearly, my time away only strengthening my love for them both. Many would assume the classic stereotype of a rich family, busy, neglectful parents, the nanny being the primary caregiver. The family was of utmost impotence and while business was the main priority, family always came first.

Dad pulled away and threw his arm around mom, pulling her into the living room. "Come, Edward, we have so much to discuss"

I followed my parents and noticed that Emmett had ducked out in our reunion. I smiled at my parents and accepted a small glass filled with an amber liquid from one of our staff. "Tell us everything Edward, we've missed you so much" My mother spoke up from her spot next to my father.

We spoke for hours, updating them on the philanthropic work I conducted while I was away, my main reason for leaving. Mom pushed to know if there was someone special in my life, someone I had met while I was away, she didn't hide her disappointment when I declined the notion.

"Now that you've returned.." My father started and it took all the power in me not to roll my eyes. I knew this was coming. "There are some roles in CCL I would love your help in"

I was surprised. I had been wrong in thinking he would ask me to take over now. I shouldn't have been surprised, my father was only young. Only really just beginning his journey in the family business. He was only 50 after all, with more energy then I've ever had.

"I know you may have assumed that I would be passing the company on to you, as my father did when I was your age. But we're doing great things at the moment and to be honest, I'm not quite ready to give it up" I smiled at him and watched my mother slip from the room. She never had enjoyed talking business. "Besides, I would be an idiot to not know that you've never wanted to take over this business"

He smiled sadly back at me. I felt the guilt in my chest. I wanted to make him proud, but his natural sense of business wasn't hereditary. My warm father often had to be cold in this business, ruthless to be a winner. Never betrayal, my father always loyal, however quite sneaky when he wanted to be. He continued, "But what I really wanted to talk about was a bit of a mission within the company"

A mission? What on earth was he talking about? He sensed my confusion and chuckled, "A couple of business meetings this quarter have taken a turn for the worse, a merger with another company went under and another corporation slid in a snatched them from under us, real groundbreaking tech" He rubbed the stubble on his chin and furrowed his brows, "I think someone in the company is going behind my back and I need someone I can trust on the inside to help weed them out"

"And I'm assuming that someone is me?" He nodded slowly. I shook my head and stood up, pacing in front of him. How on earth did he expect me to do this?

"My employees haven't seen you in years and you've kept your face out of the tabloids, I don't think anyone would even recognise you if I brought you into the company" I huffed and thought over his words. He did have a point. Nobody would even know who I was. The elusive, private Cullen son, kept out of the magazines and the newspapers, the only photos that featured me were profiles on our family from when I was around 13, to which I had grown considerably from the scrawny, 4 eyed teen I once was.

"Dad, you know I'd do anything for you, but this?" I shook my head before slouching back into the leather sofa, "I'm not sure how well I'll go in this mission impossible stunt"

He crossed from his side of the couch to mine and puts an arm around my shoulder, "just think about it, a couple of weeks, shake a few hands, get a bit cosy with some coworkers, just enough so I can maybe have an idea of who is leaking secrets to my competitors"

I shook my head, "I don't need to think about it dad"

I heard him sigh as he retracted his arm from my shoulders, "Fair enough, I understand it was too much of me too-"

I cut him off with a wave of my hand, "Dad I meant it when I said I'd do anything for you, I know it won't be easy and I can't guarantee I'll be able to smoke out this rat, but I'll try"

He clapped my shoulder, "You make me a proud man son" He stood and waved me over towards his office, "Come, we've got a lot of work to do"

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