Hi! I'm aware that this chapter is very long overdue, but I've been really busy lately, and my muse hasn't been helping much. Anyways, no more excuses! I promise to write faster if you promise to review! :D

Disclaimer: If I owned Twilight, Renesmee wouldn't have been called Renesmee.

Chapter 2: The 'Interview'

I only have to walk a very short way towards the K-Mart. Once I arrive, I approach the man in a red vest standing by the door, checking receipts.

"Excuse me. Do you know where I can see the manager?"

"Is there a problem, lil' lady?" Normally, I would have kicked anyone who'd have called me "lil' lady", but the man seems nice. He's aged; with gray hair on the sides of his balding head. His face resembles that of a tortoise; wrinkled, but wise. His kind eyes squint up at me as he speaks.

"No, not at all. I'm here for the cashier opening."

The man smiles, his eyes crinkling as he does so. I can't help but smile back.

"I'm surprised so many people are interested in the job. You're the second one today."

My heart sank. So it was already taken?

The old man seemed to notice my expression. "Don't worry, sweet pea. There's more than one opening."

I breathe a sigh of relief. The old man tells me where to head, and I do so.

I walk past the fruits and groceries, and soon approach a large metal door with a sign above it that says, "Employees Only". I knock, and soon enough someone answers. Behind the large metal door is a long white hallway, with various large metal doors at the walls. Some had signs, such as bathroom or storage. There was a small bench at the right wall. A large man in a stained white button down shirt, and yes, a red vest, greets me.

"Hi, I'm Isabella Swa-"

"Take a seat." He wipes his nose with his hand and signals to the bench. Coughing loudly, he walks into what I assume to his office, and slams the door.

I rest my hands on my lap and wait patiently. I'd have to deal with a disgusting boss; that's fine. As long as I get a paycheck.

In the newfound silence, voices echo from the office. There is the voice of the manager, loud and annoying, and another voice; a voice smooth as velvet.

I panic.

No…it couldn't possibly be…

No. I'm just paranoid.

The door to the office flies open. The manager, whose nametag I just notice says "Bob", tells me to come inside.

The office is a small, dark and musky room with a single light bulb dangling from the ceiling. There's an iron desk at the left, flooded with a variety of documents. Bob sits down behind it, his large gut barely fitting. In front of the desk, there is room for two wooden chairs. On one of those, to my ultimate despair and making peace with my paranoia, was Cullen.

My eyes widen, my heart quickens, my blood boils. Cullen grins.

"Take a seat, Miss Swan." Bob says, interrupted mid-sentence by a throaty cough. I settle on the seat next to Cullen, quite uncomfortably. The seats are so small and pressed together, our arms and legs brush. I twist around in my seat so I'm partially facing away from him, causing him to chuckle lightly under his breath.

"Résumé." Bob stated.

I hand Bob my résumé, cringing internally when his filthy sausage fingers stain the neat parchment. After giving it a once-over, Bob drops onto the paper pile on his desk, and speaks.

"You seem qualified."

"Oh, good." I say with a bright smile. I'd better be qualified. This is K-Mart, for Pete's sake.

"When can you start?"

Cullen and I both begin to speak simultaneously, pausing to glare at each other.

"I believe he was referring to me."Cullen says with a sly smile.

I press my lips in a hard line and turn around, facing Bob.

"I was referring to the both of you." Bob says, wiping his nose with a crusty tissue. "We need as much help as we can get, and you both seem like quality K-Mart material."

Quality K-Mart material. Great.

"Can you begin tomorrow?"

We both nodded.

"Good. Tomorrow, 7 AM. We'll discuss paychecks and stuff later."

Shifting uncomfortably, we waited to be dismissed.

"What are you doing? Get out." Bob said, twisting his chair around and coughing loudly into his tissue.

That was a fair enough dismissal.

Cullen and I struggled to get out of our chairs and fought for the door, bumping into each other numerous times. I landed outside with a stumble, holding on the opposite wall for balance.

"Are you alright?"

Although I sensed no sarcasm in his words, I ignored him and stood up straight, dusting my coat and walking away without looking back.

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