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Calm down, Bella. You can do it. Just stay calm for the interview. You can do it.

Breathe.

In. OUT. In. OUT. In.

"Cut it out, Bells! You're annoying me." Alice said.

"What? I haven't been saying anything." I replied, confused.

"Ummm… hello? You were doing those breathing exercises again. I shouldn't have suggested yoga to you."

Oh my gosh. Have I been saying those out loud?

"It's not yoga. It's—"

"What?" Alice asked, though it was clear on her face that she was not interested.

"Never mind."

I faced my laptop screen again and shooed her out of my room. She visited me here since we live in the same apartment and she was just a room apart from me.

"Please, Icee." Icee was my nickname for her. "I'll call you if you can come over, but I'm really busy right now. I have a paper due for tomorrow and I haven't even started it yet."

She glared at me.

"Please?" I asked, and used my puppy dog eyes on her. Full force.

"Awww, please don't. No, no. Oh alright."

"Thanks Ice." I kissed her on both cheeks and showed her to the door.

"Have a good night!" She called, and was already out the door.

Good night? It wasn't even night yet.

I checked the time.

"Oh gosh, it's already 7pm!" I screamed, then jumped from my bed and headed to shower. It was steaming hot, and I showered quickly.

"Where the hell are my clothes?" I asked myself. Loudly, again.

Oh, there they are. On top of my book. I dressed in a hurry, blow dried my hair and set it in a ponytail. I took my laptop and my book, found the keys, and grabbed my purse on the way out. I ran full speed down the stairs, and thankfully I was only on the second floor, so I only have one staircase to run.

"Shit." I was halfway through the stairs already, and I just remembered that I haven't locked the door yet.

I ran back up, locked the door, then ran like a cheetah downstairs. Again.

I got to the parking lot at last and went over to my car. It wasn't anything elegant, but it wasn't ugly, either. It's color was aquamarine, my favorite color, and its seats were black, shiny leather. It smelled like summer inside, like pine trees. I searched frantically for my purse and found my car keys inside, opened the door and started the engine.

I drove at a normal pace even though I knew I would be late. I haven't even eaten dinner yet. I searched my glove compartment for my instant noodles, but it wasn't there. Maybe I already ate it. Whatever.

I ran inside the building as soon as I parked my car to the nearest entrance. I've got to be really late now. I was scheduled for a job interview at 7:15 pm, and it was already 7:35. I opened the door to the conference room.

"Sorry, I'm late." I looked down and blushed.

"No, no. You're just on time. It's only 7:10. Sit down, please." The secretary said.

Huh? My watch says its 7:40 already. I looked at their wall clock. 7:10.

I shrugged the thought off and sat down the nearest chair to me.

"Ummm, good evening, ma'am." I greeted the secretary, while handing her my resume. Where was the manager?

The secretary answered my unspoken question. "The manager has some papers to sign, so he asked me to ask you some questions for a while." She took out her minirecorder.

"Hmmm, Isabella Marie Swan. Or should you prefer Isabella?" She asked.

"Bella, please." I smiled politely.

"Tanya. Tanya Denali." She shook my hand.

"Bella, it says here in your resume that you've been a journalist for the Star Headlines for a year and 3 months. Why have you decided to quit?"

"I moved from my previous place to this new apartment quite far from there, so I figured I had to find a new job that was nearer to my apartment."

"Reason you moved?" she asked.

"Personal reasons." I said.

"Hmm. You won a Pulitzer Prize last year. Interesting. What topic was it about?" She asked out of curiosity.

"It was an editorial on politics." I said, my cheeks flaring up.

"Ms. Denali, good evening." A man in a formal dress entered, facing Tanya.

"I guess I have to go." Tanya nodded at me and gave my papers and her minirecorder to the man, then went out the door.

"Good evening." The manager faced me, and I stared in shock.

I wasn't shocked because of the fact that he was my bestfriend from highschool, the one who always skips lessons and makes teachers lose their head in anger, or because I haven't seen him in 5 years already, but because he had changed so much he looked quite hot.

It was Edward Cullen.

"Isabella?" He stared at me in shock.

I smiled. I guess I wasn't the only one in shock, after all. But this wasn't him. He always called me Bella.

"So… I see you're still wearing my watch." I pointed at his wrist, referring to the watch I gave him for his birthday when we were seniors. I coaxed him to remember me.

"Huh?" He asked in confusion.

"You don't remember me?" I asked.

"No. You're Isabella?"

"Yes."

"That's the name of my—" he paused. "Never mind. Back to work."

I shrugged. He was going to remember me someday. But not now.

Our interview lasted for 25 minutes, then as I was going out the door, he cleared his throat.

"You're gonna receive your result through email by next week." He said. "I'm sorry for the delay, but we really have a lot of papers to do this week. I'm so sorry." He apologized.

"It's okay." I said, and went outside the double doors.

It was finished. At last. What I couldn't understand was why Edward didn't remember me. When I went to his room when we were seniors, he had pictures of me on his desk. "So I couldn't forget you," he reasoned.

I shaked off the troubling thought as I drove home.

A/N
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