BPOV

"I got it! I got it! I got the job Alice! ALICE!!!" I shouted while skipping through the doors of our shared apartment. Wait. Me? Bella Swan, skipping? As if fate suddenly realized the same thing, I tripped over…well, over nothing. I closed my eyes and braced myself from the impact when two tiny hands encircled my wrists holding me up. I sneaked a look and found AliceBrandon, my bestfriend, flatmate, and self-proclaimed shopping goddess grinning like a cheshire cat while helping me to my feet.

You would think that having the strength to hold someone like me with a weight of 110 pounds, she would be at least 20 pounds heavier than me; but no, she is actually a pixie-like woman with little features and of course, little mass. So how the hell could she hold me up, you ask? Years of experience, I tell you. You see, I'm this sort of accident magnet due to my extreme clumsiness, and I have the possibility to trip over nothing as you have witnessed seconds ago.

"Earth to Bella! You have a story to tell me miss. No time for daydreaming!" Alice said, conveniently snapping me out of my thoughts. "C'mon! Don't wait for me to drag you across the room!" Don't wait?? She was already dragging me for goodness sake. I let myself be dragged towards the couch in the living room knowing that she would want to know everything.

"Ok, so what do you want to know, Ali?"

She looked at me like I just sprouted 3 more ears. I know that look. That's the look that says: "Duh. Is that even a question?"

I laughed good-naturedly and launched on with my story.

*flashback*

"Good morning. I'm Isabella Swan. I'm here for my interview with Mr. Edward Cullen." I said to a snobbish looking blonde in the foyer. "He's not around." Was her short reply. Hello?? Couldn't she be a little more helpful? It's her job to help for goodness sake.

I forced a smile at her and asked politely: "Could you call his assistant or something, so we can reschedule?" She looked at me for a second and rolled her eyes saying "Fine."

I wanted to gouge her eyes from their sockets but I contented myself with just imagining it. The blonde woman crawling on the floor looking for her eyeballs. Haha. The blonde looked at me strangely. Oops. Did I laugh out loud? Whatever.

"Lauren will be down shortly." What is it with her and her small talks? Is she afraid she'll run out of saliva? Instead of the fulfilling the great urge I feel to roll my eyes, I smiled politely and said thank you.

"You smiled and said thank you?? You should have gone through with your plan of gouging her eyes out. I'll help you if she sues you." Alice commented. I just laughed at her and continued with my story.

True to the blonde's word (I never got around in getting her name. but who cares?), Lauren (Another blonde. What's it with this company and blondies?) went down and out the elevators.

"Isabella Swan, I presume?" She asked in a bored why-do-i-have-to-do-this voice.

"Yes. I'm here for my interview with Mr. Edward Cullen. But she said isn't around." I said while pointing to the woman at the desk.

"That's right. He's currently in L.A. for a conference."

"So, would you be rescheduling my interview?"

"No. Mr. Cullen contacted me just a few moments ago and gave me the go signal to proceed with your interview. So if we must." She said gesturing to the open elevators.

"I have sent a copy of your resume to Mr. Cullen and he says that he is greatly impressed with your performance." Lauren said with a voice full of implications as if she doesn't believe anything on my resume.

"Yes, I believe so. I worked hard in Dartmouth for my major." "Mm-hmm." and a raised eyebrow was the only reply I got.

She led me into a glass door and let me take a seat on one of the chairs. A one-on-one interview in a conference room? I can't understand what's going through this woman's head. But whatever.

She asked me the general interview questions and I answered them all with poise and confidence. And by the end of the interview, I was positive that I got the job. Lauren excused herslef for a minute, to talkto , I assume before coming back into the room.

True to my thoughts…

"I must say I'm impressed. Congratulation Ms. Swan. You got the job. Welcome to The Cullen Law Firms."

"Really?? Oh my gosh! Thank you!!" I squealed. Then remembered my poise. "Um, I mean, it's an honor. Thank you very much."

"Sure, whatever. Just show up here on Monday. 8am sharp. Mr. Cullen doesn't like people who are late. He says it shows irresponsibility."

"Of course. I understand. Thank you very much."

She led me out the doors with me being very happy. I'm an employee of the friggin' Cullen Law Firms! The biggest and most famous law firm in all of New York! Oh thank the heavens!

"I knew you'd get the job Bellykins!! Congratulations!! But I don't like the sound of that Lauren."

"She's fine. Just a tad bit snobbish."

"Oh shush. Don't defend her. But on the subject of your new job…" she wiggled her eyebrows at me.

Oh gosh. Here it comes. 5…4…3…2…1…"We need to go shopping!!!"

Being too happy to argue, and knowing that I'll lose anyway, I agreed. Oh how well do I know that it's going to be hell. I talked myself that I needed the clothes and this is the last time I'll agree to go shopping with Alice.

Sunday (at the mall)

"Alice. I'm tired! We've gone to every shop in this mall already!" I complained after having entered the 15th store, every one in which she throws me a minimum of ten pieces of clothing at me to try on.

"You're tired? YOU'RE TIRED?? And here I thought I have trained you enough. Fine, just one last store. I also think that you might have enough already. C'mon."

"It's not just enough. It's more than enough." I whispered to myself.

"I heard that missy. Walk faster and don't complain or we'll enter 5 more stores!" Oops. That effectively shut me up.

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"Gosh Alice. I swear I'm never gonna shop with you ever again! I was almost traumatized with the amount of walking we did. I feel like I've walked enough steps for a lifetime."

"Your exaggerating. Besides, you need those clothes. So don't complain."

"Fine. I'm going to bed. I need to be early tomorrow. It's my first day and I want to set a good impression. Especially to my boss since I wasn't able to meet him in my interview."

"Okay. Break a leg…well, scratch that. I'll stick with good luck." Alice said while laughing.

I laughed and lightly pushed her and told her goodnight.

Making my shower routine, I set my alarm and went to bed.