A/N: This is a story I started, but I'm not sure if it's worth a shot.

Disclaimer: If I owned Twilight I wouldn't be on fanfiction, now would I? So therefore we can conclude that I do not own Twilight.

Duct tape is like the force. It has a light side, a dark side, and it holds the universe together.... -- Carl Zwanzig

In the End, We'll Watch the Sunset

Chapter 1: The 32nd Floor

The wind swished through the stiff air as I walked through the sidewalk of New York City. The sky was a dark charcoal color, black swirls being created up above me.

I pulled my bag closer towards me shielding myself from the blustering, cold wind that was hitting my face hard. My hair flew in knots around my heard, like birds trying caught in a storm.

Today I found myself with two cups of coffee and dry cleaning, all of this for my greedy and inconsiderate boss; Jane. Of course she was my role model, her writing was beyond perfect and I'd always wanted to work for her. But for some reason I'm usually doing her errands rather than writing articles, not the kind of job I had in mind.

But naturally, this was all I had at the moment and switching jobs is not my best idea in mind, especially with this economy.

And trust me! I've seen people come and go, and I certainly did NOT want to be one of them.

I finally came across the large building for the 'New York Daily Post', its windows tall and wide and its 45 stories standing galore.

I quickly stepped inside, running from the cold air, and displayed my ID card swiftly to the guard while walking towards the elevators.

While pressing the 32nd floor button I noticed someone take their place next to me, not taking the time to press another button.

Should I ask which floor he wanted? Or is that invading privacy? What should I do, what if he's deaf? Oh no! That would be terrible.

I sighed in frustration as I pushed away the useless thoughts out of my head. I turned my head slightly, not wanting to make eye contact and asked the man which floor he was going to.

"Oh! My apologies, same one as you" said a silky, downy voice. The voice sounded so familiar, I just shrugged it off and waited for the elevator doors to open into the 32nd floor.

I sighed and opened my PDA, looking through my schedule for any appointments I had, I suddenly noticed I had one at one o' clock with Mr. Edward Cullen.

Ah, Edward Cullen, he was the executive director for some big project here in New York City. I was to interview him and write a story on his 'wonderful' accomplishments. I hadn't exactly heard of Edward Cullen, but the Cullen Industries were rather famous.

I had talked to him once or twice on the phone arranging our appointment. I looked down at my watch; 12:59 p.m.

I tapped my foot on the cold tile floor, as I waited impatiently for the doors to open.

'ding'...oh, finally!

I promptly walked towards Jane's office and hung the dry cleaning on her big, black swivel chair and a place the coffee on the Oakwood desk.

"Thank you, Bella, you are excused" Jane said in her stern nasal voice and was laced with coldness. I never really understood her, she was bright, funny, innocent, witty, poetic, intelligent on paper. But, when I came to meeting her face to face, you felt rather frightened.

Jane wasn't all that beautiful, I'm sure she was when she was younger, but her face was now masked with a cold, angry front that did not look appealing at all.

I personally, would never imagine her with a man...or woman, if that's what she pleases. I've only thought of her as a single and lonely person. Of course there were times where I would sympathize with her, she really truly needed someone by her side.

I just shook my head and walked toward the main desk on the 32nd floor.

"Hello Angela, do you have my interview questions that Mary made, for Edward Cullen?" I asked while playing with a black pen with my fingers.

"Oh, yes, she dropped them off just this morning" she said as she dug out a manila folder. I nodded and took the file and leafed through while stepping aside to allow space for the next person in line.

"Um...Excuse me? But do you know where Isabella Swan's office is?" the familiar soft, velvety voice asked. My head shot up, so this must be Edward Cullen, I thought to myself while looking at the back of his head.

Angela looked completely dazzled as she struggled to answer, instead she just pointed ahead towards my office.

"Well, I better go" I sighed at grabbed the folder and walked toward my office where I saw Mr. Cullen sitting down on the fold out chair looking at his hands. Boy, was he fast.

I just sighed, here we go...

"Please Mr. Cullen, come inside" I said swiftly and unlocked the door.

He obliged and took a seat on one of the chairs in front of my desk as I prepared for the interview. I quickly took out my recorder, pen, pencil, and notepad.

I finally looked up to get a look at his face, and what a sight I saw!

This man had messy bronze hair that was a disarray above his head, he had sparkling green eyes that pierced through your skin as he looked at you, his body was toned with slight muscles.

I quickly got out of my trance and cleared my throat.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Cullen. Welcome to the 32nd floor" I said quietly as I shook his hand.

"You too Ms. Swan, I've read a couple of your articles and they were absolutely marvelous" he said with a slight smile on his face, a very cute one might I add.

I just blushed and looked away towards my window. I'd heard about his charm from Heather, one of our feature writers. He apparently has a way with women, but when I heard that I just scoffed and let it go.

"Thank you...ahem, well we might as well start" I replied as I started the interview.

The thing with interviews is that not only did I get to write an article on the person, but also get to know them a lot better. That's what I like about being a journalist, getting to know different kind of people.

For example, I was writing an article on a woman's death from the agony of losing her husband in the war, of course it was saddening while interviewing her grown children, however I learned so much about the couple relationship. They had always gone one date nights on Friday's, EVERY Friday no matter what, they seemed so in love. But that's not all, I learned that her mother had actually CHEATED on her dad, and therefore her death wasn't caused by her remorse of her husband's death but the guilty feeling. But of course I left that little bit out of the article.

Another example was when I interview a hobo...now this may sound like a weird article but it's one I really enjoyed doing. The guys name was Peter, he was the type of person who knew their family from way back in the 1800's. He told me about stories his grandfather had enlightened him with before bed when he was a child. His family were contained of mostly war hero's and generals, I was surprise to see him out on the street. He said he had dropped out of school to become a solder, but his parents had found out he was gay, and thought he wasn't good enough for the army, kicking him out in the process.

I shuddered internally while thinking about all the interesting interview that I had made.

"So, Mr. Edward Cullen, tell me a little about your project" I said tilting my head slightly as a waited for the answer as we sat in my office on the 32nd floor.

A/N: eh...s'okay, I guess. Thanks for reading!

Review and tell me what you think cuz I'm not sure if I'm going the continue....

xoxo

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