Rated R-Chapter 1

Summary: When Esme Platt, a famous Hollywood producer, comes into contact with heartthrob actor, Carlisle Cullen, her business life takes a turn for the worst. But suddenly, that's all taken away when she switches lives with lead actress, Renee Swan. In the midst of trying to find her way back to her own identity, Esme starts to fall for irresistible Carlisle-the true concoction for trouble. CxR/E.

Okay...I apologize in advance for any technical errors on the working of movie production. You know the drill! Enjoy!

"Esme," a nasal voice sounded into my earpiece. I groaned.

"Yeah, Lauren?" I asked. Lauren, my unreliable secretary/niece, called for anything from actors canceling to asking for coffee breaks.

She cleared her throat. "Umm, there's a guy here saying he wants to see you. He says it's 'urgent'." Urgent for men in Hollywood could mean anything from needing a quick blow job, to your gay best friend turning straight. But that was just the ones I knew... Yeah.

"Okay...I'll be there in five," I announced, hanging up and chugging the rest of my latte as I started my BMW.

Five minutes and many old, rude, honking ladies later, I pulled into the studio parking lot and saw that Lauren's Porsche was in the spot nearest to the door. My spot. I also saw an army green hummer on the opposite side of the concrete slab. I didn't recognize it.

I parked next to Lauren and quickly got out, slamming the door behind me.

My shoes clicked on the ground as I walked through the front door.

"Lauren!" I shouted when I trumped to the office doorway, "Get out here now!"

I heard shuffling, then a frazzled looking Lauren emerged from behind her desk. I raised my eyebrows as I noticed that she was missing one of her Stilettos. Narrowing my eyes, I walked past her and looked straight under the cherry desk. What I saw didn't surprise me.

After I smacked the half-naked man out the door, I turned to Lauren. She was expecting me to yell at her, I could tell. Sigh...

"Where is he?" I asked calmly. She looked surprised, then pointed me toward the waiting area.

I brushed past her and tried to smooth down my hair. I didn't need anyone else thinking I was a psychopath nut today.

I rounded the corner just as a bulky man did and walked into him. I stumbled back, and then looked up to apologize.

I wanted to scream when I saw who it was. "Emmett!"

Even though Emmett was my little brother, he has always seemed like he was my older one.

He smiled and picked me up, twirling me around. "I've missed you, sis...Forks is boring without all the drama."

I smiled and sqeezed him harder. "What are you doing here? I thought you were looking after Angela and Mike for the rest of the week."

He shrugged. "Their mom came home early. Supposedly the meetings were canceled," he said wiggling his eyebrow.

I laughed. "When are you going to propose to Rose?"

He smiled. "I was actually hoping that you would help me pick out the ring..."

"Of course!" I shouted before he could finish. He smiled wider.

"Tomorrow?"

I nodded. "Yeah...tomorrow."

We did our little handshake that we've had since we were kids, and I put my arm through his, pulling him out to the front desk.

"Lauren!" I shouted again. This time, she emerged from the doorway with a cup of coffee and a donut in hand. Thankfully, she now had both shoes on.

I frowned at her. "Your UNCLE."

Her eyes widened. "Emmett?"

I couldn't see him from behind me, but I think he nodded, because she started nodding, too, and then returned to her break.

Emmett stepped out from behind me. "Well, I better get going."

I nodded. "I'll meet you at Tiffany's at five o'clock. I have a meeting with the director and a few of the leads tomorrow at ten."

He smiled and nodding, closed the door behind him.

I sunk into Lauren's chair and drummed my fingers on the wood.

Can't wait for tomorrow...

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