"Isabella Swan?" A tall, skinny man stood at the entrance of the waiting room of Cullen Inc. He was very tan with short blond hair. He looked very young. Too young, like myself. He looked out of place even in his black standard suit.

I got up quickly, grabbing my bag and walked toward this man. "That's me." I told him. He stuck out his hand and offered it to me.

"Mike Newton." His voice was shy but firm. "If you'll follow me, I'll show you to your new desk." I followed him through thick wooden doors. The whole building was high tech, and covered with windows and wood. Past the doors I had been staring at for the past twenty minutes, was a very big white room. With rows of desks and offices lined against the walls. We were on the top floor, and the ceiling was very high up, at least 30 feet. There was a skylight. Even though it was a simple space, with offices and desks, it was breathtakingly beautiful. Which was no surprise, yet there I was, surprised.

"Wow…"I breathed. At that point I had noticed we stopped walking while I take everything in. Also, that Mr. Newton was staring at me.

"It is quite incredible…Cullen has done himself good." He stated. He looked around himself, like he wasn't used to the beautiful architecture.

"Yes…well, where is my desk?" I asked breaking the reverie we were in.

"Oh right, it's over here." He continued the journey to my desk. It was glass on white legs. There was a silver laptop waiting on top with a phone next to it. And a bunch of papers and folders stacked neatly on one side of the desk. "I'm sure someone filled you in on the duties you'll be preforming here. Mr. Cullen is very strict on how he likes his work done. You won't be his personal assistant, as Jessica Stanley is his. But you'll report to her, or Mr. Cullen if needed. Otherwise, you're Emmett McCarty's assistant. Anything he wants, you get. The other assistants assist other employers. As you know Mr. McCarty is the Vice President of the company." He laughed a bit, and then continued on. "The only people more important than Mr. McCarty and Mr. Cullen are the people. As Cullen Inc. likes to say." He gave another laugh, with a bit of a shake to his head. " All I could do was nod. "Any questions?" He asked me.

I scanned my brain. Of course, I only came up with one question. "What do you do?" Since we had been talking about who does what, I thought it was appropriate. Apparently, by his shocked expression, he did not get that question a lot.

"I'm the head of hiring, Ms. Swan." He spoke. "Not that important compared to your direct bosses, but you wouldn't be here without me." The way he said that startled me. Like, I owed him something.

I nodded. "Thank you, Mr. Newton. Can I just get to work, or…?" I asked him.

"I advise reporting to Mr. McCarty first, let him know you're here and then see what he would like you to do. He should be out of his meeting by now." He looked at his expensive Gucci watch, then back up to me. He smiled, a smile that didn't reach his eyes. His eyes were dangerous though. I looked away, and instead searched for Emmett McCarty's office. I spotted his name on the door of an office to the left of me, next to Mr. Cullen's. I nodded and told him thank you. He wandered off into his own office on the other side of the room.

I looked around once more. There was a short blond girl walking toward her desk. She looked nice, and gave me a soft smile as she sad down at her desk. There was another much larger desk in front of Mr. Cullen's office. I assume she was the most important assistant in this room, Jessica Stanley. She was short, no taller than 5'1" and had dark brown hair, much like my own. Of course she was stunning, unlike me.

Mr. Cullen's office was the biggest, and the point of the whole floor. Everything surrounded his office. I thought this was weird; most CEO's have their own floor for their offices. Not Edward Cullen. No, he was down to earth as the newspapers and business magazines expressed. He was on the cover of them all. Edward Cullen, worth another 12 Million! was the headline of the newspapers just this morning.

It was a good thing I had gone shopping prior to my first day. Everyone was wearing either and expensive suit, or some expensive blouse and skirt mix. I, on the other hand, wore knock off everything. My simple white blouse and black skirt were from JCPenney. No Chanel or Gucci over here. I smoothed my skirt, and in my black simple pumps, walked over to Mr. McCarty's office. I knocked on the door lightly.

"Come on in!" I heard this friendly voice. I opened the door. "Let me guess, Isabella?" The tall, muscular man said to me. He gave me a friendly smile. He was a giant, like a big teddy bear almost. You could tell he was a soft and gentle man by the look in his eyes. His hair was dark brown as well, with stunning blue eyes. He was quite the looker, but of course not my type.

"Yes sir, Mr. McCarty." I smiled at him. Everyone here seemed so beautiful and there was me; I was pale, with dark brown hair that cascaded down my frame in curls. I had chocolate brown eyes. Average, at best. I was 5'4", again just average. I was nothing special. I was beginning to feel like I didn't belong in this place staffed with a bunch of beautiful people.

"Mr. McCarty is my father, Isabella. Call me Emmett! Please!" He kept smiling.

"Um," I said. It was an awkward moment for me. Emmett didn't seem to mind, though. "Right. Well, is there anything you would like me to do? Mr. Newton suggested I come in and ask you but there's so much paper work on my desk I assumed I would do that first. I learned how to do most of everything at orientation last week." I said. I remember back to orientation last week. Three days, 8 hours each of boring lecturing. I remember I sat next to a gorgeous red head, with killer green eyes and legs to die for. I think her name was Victoria. I couldn't remember. She talked to me the whole time, saying she was so excited to work for Edward Cullen. She was hoping to get him into her grasp; she had a wild crush on him. I smiled politely through most of her rants to me about the amazing Edward Cullen. First it was how gorgeous he was, his thick bronze colored hair and his amazingly green eyes. Then it was how he seemed like an amazing guy, with this amazing personality who cared enough to donate heaps of money to children hospitals and volunteer at the homeless shelters and pet shelters. Of course all this was in the media, I wasn't sure half of it was even true. Lastly, by the end of the orientation, it was about how much money he had. I assumed this was her ultimate motive as to why she wants to get her claws into him. I could care less. I sat and learned what I needed to learn throughout orientation then when it was over, I parted ways with Victoria. She said she'd see me around the office. Although, I heard she was on the floor below mine. Good. I thought. I don't think I could handle working with her right next to me. I hadn't told her I would be working so closely with Mr. Cullen, and she assumed I wasn't. I could only imagine the shock on her face, finding out I would be in close quarters with him and his closest staff.

"Good old Newton!" Emmett said, and laughed whole heartily, pulling me out of my thoughts. I didn't know what was so funny, but I ignored it. "No, you are right. Doing your paperwork should be enough to keep you busy for today. I have a few meetings today, but tomorrow I'll have more for you to do." He smiled warmly at me. I couldn't help but smile back, he reminded me of a brother.

"Ok, that sounds good." I was about to turn around to leave but Emmett spoke again.

"Have you met the rest of the staff on this floor?" He asked.

"No." I shook my head. I wasn't sure I wanted to. I just wanted to work. Being an assistant wasn't my dream job, but it paid well. My dream initially was to go to school right here in Seattle, and then go into Journalism. But, when my father, Charlie, got sick I had to forgo college and help take care of him. My mom had run out on us when I was little so there was no hope there. After a year, I gave up going to college altogether. I worked at temp agencies mostly. Then I saw online about this assistant job. I applied and was surprised when I got an interview, and then another one. Finally I was being told I would be going to the company's orientation program and then be some big shot's assistant. What the company did, I had not a clue. I think it was a bunch of things. They made so much money; I didn't even want to know.

"Well, come on! I'll introduce you to some people before my next meeting. If you're going to be running around for me, I want you to know some of the important people, besides me of course." He laughed again and started to move towards the door. He opened it, then ushered me out.

I followed him to an office next to his; it read JAMES REYNOLDS and SALES MANAGER underneath it. Emmett opened up the glass door. Much like building, the majority of offices were glass. Not much privacy in this place. Except the CEO office, it was private and covered with wood walls and a wood door.

"James," Emmett said. James Reynolds was in his chair, on the phone. He looked up to me. He did a once over and then spoke into the phone.

"David, I'll call you back. Yep. Uh-huh. Ok. Bye." He hung up the phone and then looked back up at us. "What's up Emmett?"

"Just wanted you to meet my new assistant, Isabella. She'll be spending time with you!" Emmett answered, with a little laugh.

"Isabella Swan." I spoke up, offering my hand to Mr. Reynolds. He took it and gave it a firm shake.

"Hello. I'm James Reynolds. Call me James, Mr. Reynolds's is my father." Hmmm. This seemed to be a theme around the office.

I nodded and smiled politely. Emmett and James exchange a few words, talking about some business while I looked around the office. It was large, and white, like Emmett's. There was a tall bookshelf in the corner and a long desk that wrapped around in an L shape. Some simple paintings were hung up, and there was a few frames holding what I could only assume to be college degrees. The desk was cluttered with papers and folders, a few frames of some dogs, a silver laptop that matched the one on my desk, and there was an iPad.

"I'll stop by later, James. We need to set up that golfing trip!" Emmett said as we were leaving James' office. "James is a good guy," Emmett said to me. I just nodded. "The only other person I do business with directly in this building beside Mr. Cullen himself."

On that note, we ended up right in front of Mr. Cullen's office. Rather, his assistant's desk right next to the office doors.

"Hi, Emmett." Mr. Cullen's assistant greeted Emmett. She smiled at me, but didn't say anything.

"Jessica, is he in?" Emmett asked her and peered into a window of Mr. Cullen's office. The blinds were closed, though, so he couldn't see inside.

"He should be. Go on in." She smiled once more at Emmett and ushered him to the door.

I followed Emmett through a wooden door that read EDWARD CULLEN and CEO underneath. The office was beautiful. All white, again, and glass windows that overlooked Seattle. There were beautiful plants and paintings all over the giant room. A few doors that probably let to more beautiful rooms, and there was a desk on the right hand side. Bookshelves lined the wall that the door ran along. In the chair behind the desk was Edward Cullen himself. Of course he was beautiful, I had seen him in the paper a thousand times. But when Emmett introduced me to him, and he got out from behind his desk and come right up to me, I was surprised. He was a God. No doubt about that. Those beautiful green eyes had a hint of blue. They were captivating, like he could see into my soul. His brown hair was messy and had that tousled look.

He offered his hand and said hello. I couldn't speak. He smiled warmly at; he seemed amused I was star struck.

"Call me Edward." He spoke. I took his hand, and the moment our hands met I felt a rush of electricity go through my body. I abruptly looked up at him, into his eyes and I knew he felt it, too.