With a deep breath, Bella parked her car in a spot near the entrance to the main office of Whitlock Translation. She was one hundred percent prepared and could not wait to get inside to show her possible future boss how perfect she was for the job… theoretically anyways. This position meant so much to her, because it would be her path into the world of translation. Whitlock Translation was the biggest company in Canada dealing with translating almost any kind of written document. Bella took a final deep breath and began repeating her mantra to herself. "I can do this. This is what I am really passionate about and Mr. Whitlock will be able to see that. I can do this."

She felt herself slipping into another wild daydream as she imagined what her life could be like.

Bella smiled as she parked her car. She loved the way her hybrid had such a calm motor and just quietly slid into place. To be honest, she had no idea what model it was… but it was a nice, sleek black so she was happy.

Ready for her day, she walked into the office, and was as always welcomed by the smiling secretary. She walked towards the elevator and pushed the button for the third floor. Walking by a group of people crowded around a desk, she heard a few people say hi and wave to her. Waving and grinning back she waltzed toward her beautiful office, filled with plants and huge windows. She managed to walk with huge heals and felt absolutely beautiful in her work attire.

Settling down for a day's work, she spent the day at her computer, continuing to translate the new book she had been given for translation, it was absolutely incredible. She beamed as she noticed an email had come in. She had been waiting for this! Bella had been offered an opportunity to interpret for some famous speakers at the first annual Theatre Association Meeting in Paris! Normally, she didn't do interpretation, but this was an opportunity she just couldn't pass up.

"So I guess we'll be spending two weeks in France together then…" she could just imagine him suggestively wiggling his eyebrows at her as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Oh really? And what were you expecting our time to be like?" Bella looked back into the most hypnotising emerald-green eyes with the most beautiful bronze locks hanging in front of them.

"Oh, nous devrons simplement attendre et voir…" he smirked as he spoke in smooth French and planted a kiss on her lips and -

Her fantasy burst suddenly as she got to the point where she usually did. Though the situation was always different, the end was always the same. She could never imagine exactly what it would feel like to kiss her mystery man. Not that it really mattered – she wouldn't ever get the chance to meet him again, let alone actually kiss him.

"This is Whitlock Translation, my name is Alice, how may I help you?" said a polite yet very preppy voice from behind the desk in the front office.

Bella quickly shook her head to rid herself of those thoughts. The woman who had identified herself as Alice had short spiky hair and a pair of incredibly warm brown eyes. She smiled warmly at Bella from behind the counter. As Bella saw the sincere kindness in her face, she couldn't help but smile back.

"Hi, I'm Isabella Swan. I have an interview scheduled with Mr. Whitlock in twenty minutes."

"Oh! Isabella! It's very nice to meet you, Ja-, I mean Mr. Whitlock was very impressed by your application. You're incredibly early, too. He will be that much more impressed by your dedication to punctuality," Alice blabbered as she waddled around the desk carrying a stack of paper. She was incredibly pregnant, at least seven or eight months along!

Bella blushed but smiled at the kindness that the secretary showed towards her. Alice continued to chatter as she led Bella up three sets of stairs and through a series of hallways.

As they reached a glass door, Bella started to feel the nerves catching up with her. Alice smiled at Bella once more, wishing her luck and gesturing to a chair set up outside of the office. Bella sat down and pulled out her phone. It was only 8:49. Why the hell had she decided to come twenty minutes early? Now she had at least ten minutes to sit around twiddling her thumbs, with nothing to do but worry about the upcoming interview. What if she didn't get the internship? She would have no choice but to go to another company, one which didn't offer half as many opportunities as Whitlock Translation. Either that or she would have to move. She didn't want to move, she loved Toronto!

She closed her eyes and put her head in her hands. Maybe it wasn't meant to be. She wouldn't get this job anyways. She would never be as amazing as she hoped, and she was okay with that. All her life she had just been mediocre. A relatively good student, but never top of the class. Relatively liked among her peers, but never incredibly popular. That was fine. She could just go on living her mediocre life; she did not need this job. She could just walk out right now and everything would be fine.

Bella looked up again, momentarily actually debating leaving, when she saw it. Turning the corner, she saw a head of hair. Of brown hair with beautiful bronze streaks, hanging all over the place, like the owner had only just gotten out of bed. She could never forget that hair. That hair and a set of beautiful green eyes had been at the forefront of so many of her dreams for over seven years. Bella had no idea whether she had actually seen her mystery man or not, but either way, it reminded her of why she was here.

She might not need this job, but she wanted it. She was passionate about languages and she wanted to share this passion with others. She glanced at her phone again. 8:59. She turned her phone off to avoid it ringing during the interview and took a few more deep breaths. Repeating her mantra once again, she felt herself relax. She could do this.

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I know that this chapter is pretty short again… but I updated early, so hopefully that makes up for it. :)

In case you were wondering what the French in there was, the translation is: "Oh, we'll just have to wait and see…" If you are a better French-speaker than I am and you think there's something wrong with that grammar please let me know :)