I do not own Twilight.
"Onward, knights!" The charming prince shouted orders to his knights as they paraded on through the town. His armor shined with the light the sun reflected onto it. His teeth were perfect, same with his blonde hair. He smiled and said, "My princess awaits!"
So down he went, to the tower where the lovely princess was locked away. She sat, looking so forlorn, staring down at the peasants as they busied themselves with their daily tasks. A sigh she heaved as her depression overtook her.
"Where's my prince?" she asked rhetorically.
"Here!" a voice shouted.
She peered down the gates of the kingdom to see the prince riding down with his band of knights on midnight black steeds. Red cloth was draped over each horse and dressed each knight.
"My prince!" she exclaimed, sighing in content. "You've come to save me!"
He rode down to the tower, and demanded her hair for him to climb up.
"My hair?" she scoffed. "You've got to be kidding me!"
He looked up. "My princess, what do you mean? I need something to climb upon! What would be more symbolic than---"
"Don't think so, buddy!" the princess scoffed. With a snap of her fingers, she called "Guards!"
With that, her so-called prince was taken away to the dungeon.
Oh well. That was the third one this week. Stronger men before him have tried.
So I guess you're wondering where I play into this story? Well, I may as well introduce myself. My name's Renesmee Cullen. Weird name, yes. But hey! Don't mock it. I was named after my mother Esme and her mother Renee. Now I bet you're all going to go home to your parents and say "Guess what, mommy? This woman has a name as strange as Renesmee!" Well, keep in mind you'll be making fun of one of the top women in fashion! Yes, my poor little fashion deprived child. That's me. The Renesmee Cullen. Renesmee Cullen, editor of Mauve magazine. Women envy me. Men want me. But that's life.
Now you want to know "Where do you fit into this story?" Well, kid, I'll tell you. I don't, I guess. Love just... isn't for me. Let me let you in on something. True love... it doesn't exist! It's just something men make up to get women into bed and women make up to get gullible men to marry them. Yup. Hate to break it to you! Did I ever believe in love? Sure. I was a kid once, mind you! But... let me spin you a yarn.
It all started when I was eight. It was summer and I was at my cousin Victoria's wedding to her new husband, James. I was thrilled! I even got to be her flower girl! But before the wedding, I saw that good for nothing dog James sucking faces with another woman! Mistake number one, let me tell you, was getting married at eighteen. But anyway, so I confronted him, and you know what he told me? He told me they were just being friendly! Needless to say that marriage fell apart about three months later. That's when I gave up on love. If it weren't for Victoria, I may still be chasing that dream that there is a Prince Charming. Love. What a childish idea. I don't need a man to tell me who I am.
"Nessie!" my friend Leah greeted me as I walked through the doors of our magazine company. She wore a goldish-yellow plaid skirt that stopped just above her knee, a white silk button down shirt, gold heels, a white beret, and lots of gold jewelry.
"Hey," I said, stopping at the front desk to check calls with the receptionist. "Mike, any calls?"
The man with blonde spikes and icy blue eyes turned to look at me. Annoying little bastard he was. But dilligent worker. Hence the reason I kept him.
"I'll check," he responded, turning and typing something. I grabbed some mail that was sitting out for me and began flipping through it while he checked. "Yes. Kate Howard from Crimson called. She wants to discuss a partnership between Crimson and Mauve."
"Ugh!" I gasped, dismissing it with a wave of my hand. "I'll call her back later! Can't she just accept the fact that Mauve will always be more popular than her little Port Charles work shop?"
I began walking down the colorful halls decorated in orange and white, Leah right beside me.
"Wait! Miss Cullen!" Mike called.
I spun around on my black heels. "This better be important, Mike. We have a lot to do!"
He entered something into his computer. "That new girl, Bella Swan, who was applying for the new assistant's job, she's coming in at nine."
I nodded and headed back down the way I was walking. "Call before you send her down, Mike."
"You know," Leah began as we entered the crystal clear glass doors to my office. "He's incredibly annoying. Why do you keep him?"
I tossed the mail onto my desk, making it scatter across the desk top. Plopping down in my chair, I set my feet onto my desk.
"Because he's a hard worker," I shrugged.
She plopped down in a red plastic chair across from me.
"Leah," I asked. "Don't you have to go to work or something?"
She looked at her watch. "Eh. They won't miss me."
I stood up and walked the short distance towards her. Very swiftly, I yanked the chair out from beneath her.
"Work," I demanded.
She rubbed her behind and saluted me weakly. "Yes, Mom."
With that, she marched out the door.
New designs were spread across my room on easels. They were very... interesting. Or was suckish the better word? One woman thought she would be "creative" and she decided she would put gold aluminum foil above the regular silver one. It was rather distasteful! Repulsive! Disgusting! I tore up design after design and threw them into a pile.
"DOES ANYONE HAVE ANY TALENT?!" I screamed at the easel after about twenty designs.
"Um...," a timid voice said from the doorway.
I turned to see a woman with long dark brown curls and chocolate brown eyes. She looked slightly like me. Except for how she was dressed of course. She wore black capris and a simple deep blue T-shirt. So I was dealing with one of them, eh? Faking a smile, I gestured for her to come in.
"I'm so sorry!" she apologized. "I... I-I didn't... you see it's just... the receptionist told me---"
"It's fine," I said fake-sweetly. "Remind me to fire Mr. Newton after this."
Horror crossed her face.
"No!" she said. "I... I didn't mean to get him fired! I just---"
"It's fine," I reassured her. "He was meant to go a long time ago."
She took an uneasy seat at the red plastic swivel chair across from my desk. I sat at my large orange chair behind my white glass desk.
"I love your outfit," she commented.
I smiled. I wore black capris that hugged my legs tightly, a black cami, and a red sweater over it. Black strappy heels covered my feet, and I wore lots of gold jewelry.
"Thank you," I said. "Now. Let's begin. What makes you qualified to be my assistant?"
A white file was what she pulled out of her black purse. She set it on my desk and pushed it towards me. I examined it while she spoke.
"I can type," she stated. "And I've held many positions before this, such as at Crimson in Port Charles."
Eww. Crimson. That's one strike against her.
"And I've held assistant position at Mode Magazine. I graduated top of my class in high school and college. And... I can get you a pretty good discount at Starbucks."
I laughed. There was something pleasant about this girl that I liked.
"Well Miss Swan," I said pleasantly. "I think we can see what we can do with you."
A huge smile spread across her face.
"Really?!" she asked, jumping out of her seat. I nodded, smiling. "No way!" She stood up and began jumping up and down. "Oh thank you! You have no idea how much this means to me! You won't regret it, I swear!" She raced over and hugged me.
"Lesson one," I told her. "Don't touch me."
She looked at me apologetically and stepped back, locking her arms in front of her.
"I'm so sorry!" she apologized, stepping back. That only knocked over the orange and red lamp that sat on my desk. She leaned over trying to grab it, only knocking some more designs off my desk. I raised an eyebrow as she fumbled to get everything in order.
"This stuff usually doesn't happen to me," she said as she scooped it all up.
I held my hands up. "Just go. Relax for the rest of the day. You start tomorrow, 8 am sharp." I told my new assistant as I walked out the doors of my office. Suddenly, I stopped on my heel and turned to face her. "Oh and Bella?"
She looked up from her uncomfortable position with the papers. "Yes, Miss Cullen?"
"I hope you're punctual," I stated, turning back on my heel and out the door.
"You won't regret it," I heard her call after me.
I guess that was the day I made one of my biggest mistakes. The day I hired Bella.
Author's Note: This is kind of a pilot chapter. Nessie's a bitch. What did you think? I liked it, but that's just me. No! Nessie's not going to fall for Bella, mind you! You'll see, it's like dominoes :D Jake will be introduced next chapter, hopefully. Leave a review, tell me what you think and if I should continue. If I do, the chapters will be longer and they'll come out less than the normal pace.
So turn that walk into a run! Gonna bring the party when I come. Sing it out if you wanna have some fun! And into the spotlight we will go. Follow me cause baby life's the show. Into the spotlight you will see, it's the only place to be... Reviews? Comments? Click that button!
--Lauren :D