Disclaimer: I'm obviously NOT Stephanie Meyer so I don't own a damn thing.

Twelve Hours Earlier

My alarm clock was blaring "Bad Day" when I finally woke up. I beat the damn thing off and then promptly fell out of bed and hit my head. Oh well, same shit different day. I had to get a move on because today I was meeting with the CEO at Masen Publishing. Only the best publishing firm in the business; it had been my home for all of my books and now the CEO wants to meet with me about continuing my vampire novels. I sighed at the thought. I love my characters, no lie, but I feel like these two particular characters are played out, I'm thinking of trying to center the next few books on other characters in the book. I hope that when I meet old man Masen I can convince him. Or maybe I can do the series of books in the main male characters point of view. Confession time, the sexy lead male vampire in all of my books was based on the boy I couldn't get in high school, Edward Cullen. Even now ten years later, I still get tingles when I think about his perfection. He was 6 ft 2 in, with bronze hair and the most beautiful, soulful green eyes ever. He wasn't tan or anything and he had the best body…EVER! And I hang out with fitness obsessed men. Anyway, he never noticed me and that was okay. I am clumsy and you'd laugh at me too if I feel in front of you all the time. I'm plain, brown hair, brown eyes, nothing special.

So I was getting ready when my hair dryer shorted out. It was like I was stuck in a fucking Lohan movie! I was able to pull my hair up and look presentable. That was when I noticed that my best suit had a stain on it still. I mean what the fuck do I pay the cleaners for? They told me that they'd gotten out the sauce. Note to self, never trust Jake to suggest a cleaners that he'd fucked the owner! So I was forced into my frumpy boxy brown suit. This suit is just the color of shit, literally. My best friend picked out for me as a joke as a goodwill store. I don't have any other dresses and I don't have dress clothes other than club clothes. I don't think meeting with a man that could make me millions more in a barely there slut dress is a good business move. As soon as Jake and I are done with this meeting we are hitting Sak's. I swear it's time I look like I have money! I fell again when I put on the brown pumps and tried to go out my door. I only banged my knee this time, luckily (or fucking unluckily) the skirt hits mid calf, so that won't show. I'm hoping that Jake can help me look somewhat presentable when I meet up with him.

I stand at my favorite Starbucks and look around for Jake again. I mean I know the man doesn't leave the house unless he looks "Brad Pitt hot" but how the hell long can that shit take? I yank out my phone to call him when I get a text….

B—Met a hottie at the gym, going into the BEYOND! Ha Ha Ha. Go on with out me. J

So my manager, my best friend just pulled out of one of the most important meetings in BOTH our careers for same gym ass that might not be legal.

J—SLUT much??? Didn't you just do a Quil? Anyway anything I need to know 4 mtg? B

Normally, I'm not jealous of Jake's random boys, but today, since I haven't gotten laid since Bush 43's first term; it's time for me to get laid. Maybe I can pay someone; I'll have to get Jake on it. The damn bitch owes me for not coming today. My phone beeps again……

B—Just be yourself. Watch the lang, tho. Be fabulous, gotta go, boy has a mouth like a hoover…oh! J

You'd think Jake would stop with Cruel Intentions references, but the man had it bad for Joshua Jackson….well me too. I was in the middle of my 5000 Pacey fantasy, when I was splashed with water from a fast moving silver car. Now I look like wet shit! Great! Jake is fucking dead I swear.

I make it to the building and the door hits me in the head, leaving a red mark on my head. At least that shit won't bruise. Hopefully. I finally get off the elevator on the 36th floor and the bitch beyond the desk, fucking laughed at me.

"Um, this is Masen Publishing not makeovers are us!" Giggled the frizzy blond, Jessica.

I leaned over the desk and sneered "Look Jessica, I am Isabella Swam, and I am here for a meeting with the CEO, you know your mother fucking boss! So, I suggest you get his assistant!"

The Jessica bitch leaned back and immediately placed a call. I finally saw Angie, my copy editor and Leah the assistant Jake had spoken to that set up my meeting. They smiled at me and I smiled back. These two were ace and NOT whorish bitches that looked down on my clothing style!

"Bella looking ok, what happened, why are you partially wet?" Angela asked with a slight scowl on her face. Leah just looked me up and down and sighed.

"I had major malfunctions today Angie, I swear I'd have no luck except bad luck sometimes!" I said lightly, trying to make jokes.

As we walked back to the main office, I swear I heard a laugh that sounded familiar. I just couldn't place it. Ang and Leah led to the office and let me know. Ang told me to be open to anything and I was thinking about upcoming plots when the door opened. I turned around and said, "Good morning Mr. Masen." Brightly and full of confidence I didn't feel.

I was shocked at the person in front of me….."Hi I'm Edward Masen Cullen, CEO here at Masen, how are you?"

Then the world went black………………..

AN: Sorry for the cliffhanger, but I'm splitting up this flashback! Please let me know what you think. Thanks to Shylady16 for the alert add! Peace out bitches!