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Chapter 2

"Money Hungry Ho's"

Bella Swan's POV

I let out the breath that I was holding and opened the door to my new office. I had worked my little ass off to get to this point and deserved every bit of it. With my assistant Alice at my side bouncing up and down we entered our new uptown office. The front room was the lobby with leather and wicker couches and a desk for Alice. A smile dusted my lips as I took in the modern European inspired office space. It was perfect and exactly what I had dreamed of, it was spacious and very professional. I was all about being professional and now I had an office that showed that. Before this point, I was working out of a spare bedroom in my two bedroom house in Forks, Washington, but not anymore.

"You did it Bella," Alice chimed, bouncing away. Alice was a short fairy like woman, with jet black spiky hair that bobbed above her shoulders. She was donned in the latest style clothing and her makeup was placed perfectly on her beautiful face.

"No Ali, WE did it." I said giving her a half hug as I headed through the lobby to my closed off separate office. Alice was not only my assistant, she was my best friend; she had been working for me for about six months now. We meet in New York when I was attending Cornell and she was attending the fashion institute. Alice had decided that the bigger stylists were shady and she wanted to start her own line, so in the mean time I hired her as my assistant. I am not sure what I would do without her; she is the Robin to my Batman for sure.

I entered my office space and smiled brightly at the amazing job that Alice did in decorating my space. It was perfect, it screamed me. It was a very professional space with plenty of cabinet space for my books and other various things I needed. The filing was hide-able and not out in those ugly metal filing cabinets. There was a large window in the room that over looked the large bird park in the middle of the city, it was all perfect. I loved it and I sat in the comfortable leather chair blissfully happy for a moment. And it was only for a moment exactly, because Alice came in wearing a sorrowful expression.

"What now?" I asked knowing that something was about to ruin this great moment.

"You might want to check your email." She suggested and I pulled out my iPhone and logged into my work email. Scanning through to the one I knew she must be talking about, the headline read:

Waitress Claims Underage Prostitute had Sexual Relations with Offensive Linemen Emmett McCartney

"Fuck me." I yelled pushing away from my desk, but not leaning forwards enough so my chair flipped with me in it. "Fucking A." I grumbled getting off the floor as Alice came over to help me.

"Are you alright?" She asked sighing. My falling over, down or around wasn't uncommon.

"I am going to fucking kill him." I grumbled grabbing my keys and heading out the door. Alice didn't follow knowing that this was something I wouldn't want her to see, also the fact that I would need the ride there and back to cool down.

Behind the wheel of my twenty-ten Camero, burnt orange with black racing strips convertible top, I headed for Forks. This car was a gift to me after I got two of my client's five year deals and millions of dollars. I currently had three clients under me and they all had really good deals and that was because of me. My first client was Emmett McCartney and we had grown up together in the small town of Forks. Our dads grew up together also teaching both of us everything there was to know about football. Emmett played and I watched, both of us falling in love with the game. Jasper Whitlock became my client after he entered the draft and was picked up by the Seattle Saints, which was the team that Emmett was playing for. My third client was not a football player which wasn't something I planned, but just kind of happened. James Norman was a major league baseball player that I met at a party one time and he offered me double pay to work out his contract. I was just starting out and needed the money, so I did it and now I can't seem to lose him as a client; he is a pig, but to be honest he is part of the reason I have my new office. Although he only has one more chance and if he fucks it up I am going to drop his ass like hot tamale; not that I would drop tamale, because I wasn't one to waste fucking food, but you get the point.

As I pulled up to Emmett's house the anger returned as I remembered why I was here. I had told Emmett that during the season he needed to keep his shit together and here the season is around the corner and he is already in the headlines in a not so good way. Other than James, Emmett was my problem client, if only they all could be like Jasper. I used my key to unlock the door and slammed it closed making my appearance known to him. I could hear soft music and was pretty sure he was most likely entertaining a woman, which only pissed me off more. He was probably oblivious as to what the fuck was going on.

"Emmett mother fucking McCartney." I yelled letting him know I was pissed and also letting whoever was on his junk know that it was time to get fucking dressed. I heard some muffled voices and a little bit of scurrying, and as I rounded the corner I was surprised to find more than just Emmett and a slut. I noticed Jasper perched on the far couch with Jessica next to him and he pushed her away looking behind me, no doubt looking for Alice. He had a crush on her, but she was playing hard to get. They were the ultimate fucking cat and mouse game. No doubt where the groupie Jessica was, then Lauren was; and there she was standing next to Emmett with her arms crossed. They might not know who I was, but it was my job to know who the fuck they were. Emmett stood looking scared, which was good, because I was going to fucking wax the room with him. Next my eyes landed on the love seat where sat a god like man sat that I knew immediately as Edward Cullen; he was much more beautiful up close. I felt the blush rise to my cheeks at the surprise of seeing more people than expected. Edward's emerald eyes were sparkling beautifully and then the floozy in his lap cleared her throat and I looked down to see it was Tanya. If I had an enemy, it was Tanya's father, putting the bitch on my shit list also. The rage was full back on now. I turned back to Emmett and waited for him to figure out what the fuck I was doing here and when he didn't I helped him out. He denied it like I knew he would, but I also knew he was telling the truth so now it was time for me to clear this shit up. At one point when I was tearing Emmett's big ass up I heard a beautiful laugh from Edward, however as beautiful as it was it pissed me off. The whole encounter was all around annoying, but the highlight was defiantly almost getting into a bitch fight with Lauren. I would have loved that, but all enjoyment was cut short when Tanya said she would take a cab. I don't know why it bugged me to know that she would be fucking Edward tonight, but it did. I heard the stories about his extracurricular activities, but hadn't wanted to believe that someone so gorgeous would use women the way every other athlete that I knew does. I had to get out of there before I went even crazier.

Once I was in the safety of my car I took a few deep breaths trying to calm down so I could take care of business and get all this fuckery cleared up. I drove down the driveway a little slower than before and pulled out my phone. I already had thirty missed calls, which was just fucking great. Alice monitored my calls and only put the important ones through so that meant I had a lot of people to shift through. I started by calling Alice so I could get the details on the calls before calling them back.

I decided since I was already in Forks to just go home, the night was ruined and I didn't want to spend my first night in my office pissed off. Due to working so much I had very few comforts in this world, but the most important were my car, my house, and my Eddy. As I opened the door he came running to me and I scooped him into my arms. As much as I worked I didn't really have time for a dog, but I loved this little fucker. I found him on the side of the road and took him to a shelter, but upon learning that they were a kill shelter I brought him home with me. He was a beautiful dog, a Puggle, half pug and half beagle. He was a stubborn little shithead, but we put up with each other. I named him after the character Edmund from Mansfield Park; I had been reading it at the time that I got Eddy. Of course thinking of his name now only brought one face to mind, Edward's. How could he be so beautiful? I thought he looked amazing on television and from a distance, but up close he was breathtaking.

Oh shit what is wrong with me. Edward Cullen was one of the biggest players in the NFL, more so than Emmett, or so I had heard. Tanya in his lap proved that much; I quickly erased all of them from my mind.

I kissed the top of Eddy's head and put him back down; he danced around on the floor begging me to feed him. I went into the kitchen and put some food down for him, the expensive shit, because that is what he liked. I poured myself a shot of tequila downed it, and then grabbed two cold beers out of the fridge.

"Mommy's got to get some work done." I told Eddy as I headed up to my room, I sat down in the lounge area of my room, sitting my beers down and removing my shoes. Then I pulled out my laptop and iPhone. I dialed the number that I had to get in touch with the girl who made the claim against Emmett about the prostitute, Charlotte Peterson. I took a long drag of my beer while I waited for someone to pick up.

"Licorous." A female voice answered, typical Emmett picking up a girl at his favorite place.

"May I speak with Charlotte please?" I asked.

"Is this a reporter?" The girl asked sounding irritated; I could only imagine how many people had already called for the slut.

"Hell no, but it would be beneficial for her to speak to me."

"Just a minute." I waited tapping my fingers on my knee impatiently. I wasn't a very patient person, but at least I am aware of my faults.

"Charlotte." The girl answered with a bubbly voice.

"Charlotte this is Bella Swan, Emmett McCartney's agent. I was hoping that you would meet with me." I said the words politely, but with meaning.

"Look all I did was tell what I saw; I don't want any shit for it." She said defensively, she was defiantly lying. Lying was my biggest pet peeve.

"I believe you and I would like to help you." IHypocritical? /INo and yes. I hate being lied to, but lying to a liar is acceptable.

"Help me how?" She asked suspiciously.

"Let's just say I might be able to thank you for your trouble." Surly she was smart enough to catch on.

"If the price is right that could be possible." Yes, hook line and sinker. I knew she wanted something, but I wondered why she hadn't come to us first and avoided this mess.

"Tomorrow morning at eight, don't be late." I gave her the address and shut the phone. I finished off the first beer and opened up the second picking up my phone to call Emmett, he answered that fucker on the first ring. Good boy.

"Hi." He answered sounding like shit.

"How is Emmy junior?" I asked just being a bitch, because his ass was such a man whore.

"Hardy har, har, har, Bells."

"I guess rosy palm was no fun tonight." I chuckled and heard him grumble something. "My office seven am." I didn't give him a chance to say anything before I hung up, because I knew he was going to whine like a baby.

I made the other necessary phone calls and emailed statements to each of the news stations reporting on Emmett and the so called prostitute. Once everything was finished up and I downed my second beer I striped down, pulled on my athletic shorts, tank, and crawled into my big comfy bed to get a couple hours of sleep before I had to get up and get back to business.

"Eddy." I called and he came running into the room. He barked at me once and then got into his bed that was at the foot of mine. I loved the little shit, but he wasn't getting into my bed. "Love you too boy."

My alarm went off only a few hours later and I crawled out of bed, not having too much trouble getting up. Over the years I had somehow adjusted to only four or so hours of sleep a night. I cursed myself for not brushing my teeth before bed, because I had that nasty beer taste in my mouth. I rinsed out my mouth and climbed into my oversized shower with the dual shower heads and let the water awaken me. I went through the usual washing ritual from head to toe, and then stepped out of the shower and continued getting ready. With a towel wrapped around me I rubbed in my lotion and then dabbed a little bit of perfume on my wrist and then rubbed some on my neck. I couldn't tell you what the hell the bottle said on it, it was some French shit that Alice had found for me, but it had a clean strawberry smell to it that I loved. I dressed in a business suit that my stylist Alice had also picked out. It was a black suit with faint white pin stripes; the bottom was a skirt that showed a professional, but sexy amount of leg. The top was a suit jacket that clung around the boobs and mid section and the white shirt underneath was skin tight. I finished the outfit off with the heels that Alice bought me at fashion week in New York. If you haven't noticed, the theme here it is Alice; I don't have time to do my own shopping so I tell her what I like and she buys. She also buys a lot of other crud that I will never use, but I still love her.

The clock was barely hitting five thirty when my phone started ringing off the hook and I started going through the calls, texts, and emails as I made my way out the door. Eddy came running through his doggy door barking his goodbyes to me and I waved to him as I got into my car. He was such a good little dog. It was refreshing driving to my office and not just walking into another room of my house; it was the way that I always planned for things to be.

Alice greeted me at the door of my office with a cup of coffee in one hand and an apple in the other. I swear this health kick she dared me to start is going to be the death of me. The only thing she still allowed me to have was my coffee and my alcohol, because honestly without those I would be one grumpy ass bitch. I never backed down from a dare, but I was ready for this shit to be over, though I did like the idea of Alice paying for our next vacation and my getting to choose the spot, which was the prize for the bet winner. So every day I had an apple for breakfast, a grilled chicken salad for lunch, and then the rest of the pyramid for dinner. Before this shit I would eat pizza, hamburgers, hotdogs, and whatever the fuck else I wanted. Oh well at least Alice wasn't trying to make me a vegan like her; that I would refuse. She didn't wait for me to ask she just started in on our schedule for the day.

"Emmett at seven, gossip slut at eight, conference call with James and Joe at nine, I figured that would take until lunch or at least you would be pissed until then." We both laughed knowing it was true. She went on to tell me about what I had going on every hour until seven pm. I sat at my desk in my office and started getting things together for the day. I needed to have my head in the game to get all this shit cleared up for Emmett, and then I had to deal with James and the Yankee's manager Joe. Yep it was probably going to be a hell of a day.

"Bella." Alice called through the phone intercom thing that I thought was pretty darn cool.

"Yes Alice."

"I always wanted one of these." I chuckled at her.

"Is that all?" I asked amused with my pixy friend.

"Nope I just filled your ten o'clock." She practically sang.

"With?" I asked taking a sip of my coffee.

"Edward Cullen." I started chocking on the coffee that I had just drunk and couldn't stop coughing. Alice came running into my office.

"Are you alright?" She asked, hitting me on the back, a little too hard.

"Ouch, you can stop that." I said calming down. "Damn maybe you shouldn't go to the gym anymore." I just knew that shit was going to leave a bruise.

"Maybe you shouldn't drink coffee since you don't know how to swallow." She smirked having a double meaning behind her words. I flipped her off and she stuck her tongue out at me as she shut my office door. Child.

I sat for a minute and then realized I didn't know why I was meeting with Edward. As if on cue my IM chirped and it was sexy_pixy, Alice. I clicked it open.

Sexy_pixy: Edward is looking for a new agent.

I knew that already and I was honored that he thought I was worthy of being his agent, but I knew that before he was represented by a big agency. We weren't like other agencies and I wasn't sure we were the place for him, but I would most definitely meet with his sexy ass.

Shit did I just say that?

I quickly typed Alice a message back.

Bosslady: Get me a file on him, please.

Sexy_pixy: He is sexy, you better scoop his ass up so I will have something pretty to look at.

Bosslady: What about Jazz?

Sexy_pixy: He is fuck-hot, but the boy just hasn't snagged me yet, so I can look and touch others all I want.

Bosslady: Ok get back to work slut.

Sexy_pixy: sure thing boss lady, the file is printing out as I type.

Bosslady: Thanks.

I tried to get back to work, but I couldn't stop thinking about those intense emerald eyes I had seen at Emmett's last night. I had seen Edward on television and from a distance, but never up close like that. I knew he was hot and a ladies' man, but in person he was much more. He had a presence that made it feel like there was electricity in the air, he was gorgeous, and those eyes. Damn. He makes my knees weak just thinking about him.

I came back to reality as Alice sat the file down on my desk and I opened it up to read up on him. I knew the basics, but if I was going to be meeting with him I needed to have my shit together. I said that when I got an office I was going to take on a few more clients so here was a start. There were a lot of rumors that Edward was a picky son of a bitch and that he was hard as hell to please. This only made me want him more.

As a client that is.

I was lost in Edward's file fascinated by the little things about him there and wanting to know more, but Alice interrupted me.

"Emm is here." She said through the intercom thing, which really did come in handy.

"Send him in." I answered back hitting the button. I felt like a badass having one of those things. I leaned back in my chair not even bothering to slip my heels back on when Emmett came in. He nodded at me looking nervous as if I was about to hand his ass to him again, but I was over that now it was time to fix it.

"Morning sunshine." I smiled at him, speaking a little louder than necessary.

"Damn use your inside voice; not all of us wake up before the rooster's crow." He complained only egging me on.

"So how much are you willing to put up to fix this shit?" I asked him arching my eyebrows, he sighed. I wasn't really the type of agent to just paid people off, but I had to always make it an option.

"Man Bells do we have to pay her? I already have enough people with their grubby hands in my pockets." He asked putting his hands to his heart as if it was painful to think of giving up any more money than he already had to on a regular basis.

"We don't have to, but it would be the easiest way." I was baiting him, because he knew my ass didn't do things the easy way. I don't puss out.

"Ha easy for who, this is my dough we be talking about."

"Well I could take other ventures if that is what you would want." I said twirling my finger in the air.

"Other ventures sound good to me." He smiled hopefully.

"Say it." I demanded.

"Come on." He groaned.

"Ok fine then, I think it will take about half a million or so to get her to retract."

"Fine, fine." He grumbled and I sneakily hit the intercom button so Alice could hear. "Please boss lady you are the queen of my ass and I need your help."

Alice started laughing out in the lobby and Emmett flipped her off even though she couldn't see it.

"Fuck me." He grumbled.

"No thanks Emm, that kind of shit is what got you in yet another mess." I told him looking back to my laptop, because now that I knew we weren't paying her I had to get my ass in gear. "Charlotte will be here in about half an hour, why don't you go get something to eat and I will call you when I am finished."

"Good I am starving like an irritable grizzly coming out of hibernation." He complained pushing himself up out of the chair.

"Keep it in your trousers." I warned him not even looking up.

"Bells." He waited for me to look up before he continued and he had a sincere look on his face. "Thanks."

"Just doing my job Emm." I smiled at him and he winked at me before he left the room. I gave Emm a hard time, but I loved him like a brother. We grew up together and his ass was my first client. No matter how complicated he made my life I wouldn't have it any other way.

I dug up some information on Charlotte that would be helpful for me to squash this shit. It seemed she had been a money hungry ho for awhile, so it should be easy to dispose of her nonsense

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