I do not own twilight.
As always, much love to Sherry for all the help and support.
Bella.
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Mrs. Cope had convinced me to see the bright side. This was Edward Cullen. I could learn a lot from him and the pay was great.
Maybe the Facebook rant was wrong. God, please let it be wrong.
I'd made my way up to his office within the twenty minute time frame; getting off the elevator, I stood in awe and admired my surroundings. Bright, bold colors decorated the walls, modern furniture filled the waiting room. A huge ornate desk sat outside what I presume was Bosshole's office. It was something you only saw in magazines.
"Are you going to stand there all day? Come."
Leaving my bag and coat on what I presumed would be my desk. I walked into his office and paused. He had his back to me, placing his suit jacket on a hanger and then hung it on the rack behind his desk. Edward Cullen had a nice butt, his trousers were cut with such precision that they left nothing to the imagination, and his white shirt showed off his lean, muscled back. He definitely worked out.
I swallowed just as he turned.
"What?"
My God, not only does he have the perfect body with beautiful chiseled features, he also had the best sex hair I had ever seen. And he had just caught me staring at him.
"Nothing."
"Good, because we have lots to do. Anything you see or hear in this office is strictly confidential, I'm sure Mrs. Cope explained that when you signed the Confidentiality Agreement." He raised his eyebrow and took a seat at his desk.
I had to stop myself from saying duh at him. Even without the legally binding document, I would never repeat business or personal information.
I nodded, but kept my mouth shut, fearing the word would make an appearance.
"Right, I guess there are worse things than a mute assistant."
I couldn't do it, I wasn't used to dealing with Bossholes and I definitely wasn't used to holding my tongue.
"Excuse me, I'm not mute and you are incredibly rude."
He raised an eyebrow. "Maybe you should remember who you are speaking to, your job is to assist me, not give your opinion on my manners. Are we clear?" His voice was firm and precise. I watched him line up his pens and fix his files so they did not overlap. Everything on his desk had its place.
"Yes." Best to keep it short and sweet.
"Good, here is a file containing what I am currently working on, familiarize yourself with it. You will need to know what it contains for the meeting this week." I nodded a little confused, but grabbed the file. I thought he kept his projects secret. "The file does not leave this office, Miss Swan, am I clear?"
"Crystal." I could do this.
"Good. You are dismissed." He waved his hand and turned towards his open laptop. Effectively dismissing me.
I stood and made my way to my desk, a little pissed with his attitude. He was no better than me, the arrogant Bosshole. I was determined to see this through. It was only for a couple of weeks. Then, I could go and do my real job. Once someone was found I'd never have to see him again.
I could last a couple of weeks, I hoped.
The rest of the day had been uneventful. I had familiarized myself with the files and computer system. Finding it easy; I silently thanked Mr. Newton, who had been kind enough to offer me a job in his sporting good store when I first moved to Forks to live with Charlie. His filing system was much more disorganized, and if I could figure out what was going on there, Mr. Cullen's obviously organized system should be easy.
Mr. Cullen didn't leave his office at all while I was there, and I had to wonder what he did in there all day.
~CC~
The next day had been going well. I was ahead in my daily tasks and I found it quite enjoyable. I loved the peace and quiet working on Mr. Cullen's floor offered, but I was sure it would soon become tedious and repetitive as the days went by.
The sound of the elevator brought me out of my daydream.
I watched as a tall strawberry blonde woman walked confidently towards me. She was dressed to kill in an obvious designer suit and killer heels that made me wince from just looking at them.
"I'm here to see Mr. Cullen." She stated, looking at me with her piercing blue eyes.
"Your name please." I smiled at the beautiful blonde.
"Denali. Tanya Denali."
I dialed Mr. Cullen's extension and informed him of Mrs. Denali's arrival.
"It's Miss Denali. Not Mrs." Her obviously annoyed voice announced as soon as I placed the phone down.
Before I could apologize, Mr. Cullen's office door opened and he strode confidently over to the strawberry blonde bombshell.
"Miss Denali, it's a pleasure to see you again. I'm so happy you could make it." He grasped her offered hand, placing a single kiss upon it.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world. When I heard you wanted to buy my father's company I insisted on meeting you myself." She fluttered her eyelashes at him, obviously charmed by his good looks.
"My condolences to your family for your loss. Your father was a great man. This way. Would you like any refreshments. Coffee? Water?" He placed his hand on her lower back, guiding her into his office.
"No thank you, Mr. Cullen." Her voice was slightly husky.
Turning to face me, Mr. Cullen spoke, "Hold my calls Miss Swan." And with that he shut his office door.
I watched as the handle on his door turned once, twice, three times. Something I had noticed happened every time he shut his door.
The meeting didn't last for very long. Ten minutes later they both exited his office.
Mr. Cullen strode over to me, file in hand.
"I need you to run these numbers Miss Swan." He placed the file on my desk and turned to face Miss Denali. "Thank you for your time Tanya. I'm sorry we couldn't come to an agreement today."
"Let's leave the little secretary here and discuss it over lunch." Miss Denali's eyes flicked to me. "Seriously, Edward, give the girl a pay rise so she can buy some decent clothes."
"It would be my pleasure. The restaurant around the corner holds a table open for me." They walked out both of their laughs echoing behind them.
Leaving me feeling humiliated and disappointed.
I would not let them beat me.
I remember speaking to my grandmother about Mr. Cullen's ever-changing moods and her words echo through my mind.
'It's women who have the bad rep for being the moody ones, but it's men who truly hold the title. It's important that you realize you are not responsible for his moods. He already had a reputation for being an ogre before you even started working for him. You have to decide for yourself when enough is enough.'
Well, I'd had enough. Texting Alice, I asked her if she could help me update my wardrobe, a task that she was all to happy too help with.
Mr. Cullen had returned to his office two hours later; briskly walking past my desk, he spoke without stopping.
"Finish your task for the day and leave Miss Swan. I won't be needing you for the rest of the day."
With that; he slammed his door, the glass shaking from the impact.
I guess things didn't go as planned for Bosshole.
I sat staring at the door, waiting for the inevitable. TURN one. TURN two. TURN three.
I quickly finished my notes on last week's financials, closing the computer down I left with an obvious skip in my step. Time to speak to Alice.
