Writers Block - Chapter One

If I am completely honest! I would rather be at home watching late night television! Even the ones where you have to call up to answer a silly question, it cost a

fortune, and you never get through! Even so, I would rather be at home watching that garbage! Stood here in my $4 grey pinstriped trousers, and green shirt

that was a hand me down from my Mom! stirring my vodka and tonic, looking into the tiny whirlpool i created, hoping to be sucked in, in and away from this

nightmare!

I mean, I know I'm considered the grump, the outsider, the unsocialite! But I'm ok with that! That's why I'm never invited to the office Christmas party. I was cool with that arrangement, well...not an arrangement as such, kind of an agreement that wasn't bound. Basically, the pretty office dolls and their rich Gucci wearing boyfriend's and manager's don't like me, and quite frankly, I don't like them either. Yep..i'm more of the go to work, produce an amazing editorial (if I do say so myself) and go home!

Ahhhh Home. Shit! Why did in have to think about home! What if I slip out the back door? I don't think I would be missed! They wouldn't even know I was gone! I mean, the office BITCH, she really is a complete BITCH, long legs, long flowing golden blonde locks, amazing hazel eyes...Damn it! BITCH, BITCH, BITCH! Where was I? Ah...Rosalie Duvall! Yes well, she's too busy brown nosing Emmett Cullen.

Emmett Cullen is New York News' heir to the throne, he is pretty hot thought I must admit! Basically he's the apple of his daddy's eye! His "daddy" being my boss, so I really

should be licking ass, but what the hell, his dad loves my material, even without me shoving my tits in his face.

SHIT! Here comes Carlisle Cullen..AKA New York News "daddy"! He has such a presence, with this short greying, balding hairline, his short stumpy build in his

immaculate Mark Jacobs attire! Coming RIGHT my way...shit, shit, SHIT!

"Now then Isabelle!"

"Erm Mr Cullen, its Isabella, but i prefer to be calle.."

"Have a drink!" The TWAT interrupted! Shoving a glass of pink champagne in my face...SO RUDE!

"No Thank you, I really should be shooting off"

Just grab the champagne Bella!

"NONSENSE, business is business, i have a proposal for you!"

Is he for fucking-real! Its 10.30 on a Saturday night, at the office Christmas party, i don't want to be here as it is, never mind listen to his bullshit

about yet another article on teenage pregnancy or safe sex!

I mean, I'm 22, he seems to think I'm still 17 and I have experience in that area! Cheeky Twat! I'm still a virgin! Never mind been up the spout!

"That sounds great Mr Cullen, but I really should be heading off. Monday?" ... Please say yes, please say yes!

"Certainly NOT"

Thought so! WANKER!

But me being me, I'll display that fake smile I'm so perfect at showing, and nod my head to say "yes sir, no sir, anything you desire

Sir.

he continued...

"My nephew is coming to town! He needs showing round the premises first thing Monday morning! I did think of giving the pleasure of so to Miss Duvall, but her and my Handsome Boy seem to be getting on rather well. wouldn't want my unnecessary nephew take away his thunder!"

Did he just say unnecessary? His Nephew? Unnecessary? Well that's rather shitty! I'll be sure to mention that to his nephew first thing Monday morning! - OK maybe I won't!

"Yes Mr Cullen, that's no problem whatsoever!" I lied!

"Right Swan! I will send him up to you 7.30 SHARP! 3rd Floor, Quiluetes block isn't it?"

He's so patronising! 7.30? is he fucking joking? OK so he's not! Just Nod Bella! Smile Bella!

"Not a problem Mr Cullen. Looking forward to it! His name?"

Did I sound totally cheeky then? ooops

"Its Edward, Edward Cullen, of course!"

I grit my teeth, display my all so famous fake smile. I'm trying to convince myself to at least look excited! I think I may have raised my eyebrows and created a sparkle in my big brown eyes, maybe that was good enough!

"Right, back to the party! As you said you were leaving Isabelle, Goodbye!"

And with that he was gone! out of here! So he DID acknowledge the fact I wanted to go home when I said I did! but NO, he has to throw his weight around!

Pisses me off! OK I really should calm down now, he is the boss after all!

Great, no ones looking. And with that i made my quick exit... How I really, REALLY enjoyed the Christmas party!

*I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story, they are solely owned by Stephenie Meyer. Please let me know what you think guys, this is my first story so be nice . Thankyou Heather*