Edward POV – 5 years later

Tiredly I rubbed my eyes, groaning as the alarm clock signalled it was eight o'clock. My head was pounding from last night, probably from the amount of alcohol I had consumed or perhaps the lack of sleep I had last night, instead engaging in another activity ... I rolled to my side to see if the girl was still there, and let out an annoyed grunt, "Get up!" I snarled, roughly shaking her shoulders.

"W-what?" She asked, looking at me through startled eyes surrounded by smudged eye liner.

"You heard me – get out. This is my place, go home." I pointed out, and she hastily looked around for her clothes, slipping in a way she them seemed to think was sexy. "Call me," she said in a nasal voice, and walked out the door swaying her hips as she did so. I shuddered – I must have been so drunk last night if I had slept with her!

I glanced at the suit the maid had prepared for me which hung in front of my mirror. Carlisle wanted me to get a job – to earn my money, he said. Just because he was born poor and had to climb to the top didn't mean I had to! But of course, he didn't listen to my arguments, instead phoning his old friend from college and asking him if I could have a job at his company. A lawyer, I mean seriously, a lawyer. I had only done that stupid course because all the hot girls seemed to be doing it, and I only passed because I bribed the teacher into giving me good grades so how the hell was I supposed to do it for a living?!

However, I grudgingly slipped it on, knowing that Carlisle had threatened to show up here if I didn't turn up for work and I didn't really think he'd appreciate the empty alcohol bottles. I glanced in the mirror at the stupid thing. It was clearly designer – as if anyone would dare to dress me in something less! Glancing at the clock, I figured it was time to leave and hurried out to my limo. My chauffeur already knew where I was going, already having strict instructions to take me to work and only work.

The journey passed quickly, and pretty soon I was inside the building, being directed by Mr Hale into my new office. Apparently I would have a receptionist who was supposed to be 'the best'. I wasn't really paying attention, but I nodded in the right places and when he was about to leave, he did so smiling. Mr Hale was about to walk out of the door, when a Goddess walked into the room joined to mine.

Her hair was messily tied back into a high pony tail, and her face remained natural completely free of any make up. It looked better that way, completing the look of a Goddess. She wore a high waisted skirt and a long sleeved black turtle neck. She seemed professional yet beautiful and I couldn't wait to charm my way into her pants.

Mr Hale, seeing my distraction spoke, "Ah, yes. That's Isabella Cadbury, though she prefers Bella, your new receptionist. I think you'll find her most professional."

"Thanks," I said, waiting for him to leave. He lingered for a moment, his eyes darting from Bella to me, before finally leaving. I walked slowly in, "So, you must be Bella Cadbury, my new receptionist." I spoke slowly, and huskily, the way girls loved.

She glanced up at me, annoyance clear in her eyes, "First of all, it's Miss Cadbury to you and second I can understand you so you can stop speaking so slowly. Lastly, is there something wrong with your throat? Your voice seemed hoarse."

"Excuse me?" I asked, appalled. I was above her – my pay check proved that! And she dared to speak to me as if I was some fool! I would not take it – I was her boss.

"I said – "

"I heard exactly what you said, Miss Cadbury, I was merely asking why you were being so rude."

"Well, couldn't you have said that the first time?" Her tone was one of forced politeness, but I could see a spark in her eyes.

"I assumed that you would understand. I didn't realise that I would need to spell it out for you."

"Considering the fact that you're currently not spelling out any words, I would assume that you're wrong Mr Cullen." She retorted, but still with that air of calmness that irritated me.

"I think," I said seductively to her," you're just playing hard to get." I quickly changed business like and said, "I need these documents written out, and my daily planner set for a month on my blueberry. I also need to organise these files, as well as your usual jobs."

"How am I supposed to do all of that in one day?"

"I would suggest working fast, and not stand around talking to your boss. Or else, work over time." I then went back into my office, enjoying the shocked look on her face which quickly turned to anger. Flashing a glare at me, she took the files and started organising them roughly, banging them on the table in annoyance.

The hours past quickly, and I entertained myself by checking my emails, and watching Bella. It was almost cute how she worked; her head was always buried in some sort of folder or file, constantly raising her hand to put the same strand of hair back in its place. Sometimes she raised her eyes to glare in the general direction of me, and I tried to look as if I was busy but I was always peaking out of my eyes to see how she reacted.

Eventually, at about twelve o'clock, and I decided to go out for lunch. My stomach seemed to agree with this, growling hungrily at the prospect of food. Of course, leaving meant walking past Bella. There was clear loathing in her eyes as she glared at me, almost looking envious. "Aren't you having lunch?" I asked her.

"I prefer not to, and besides I have some extra work to do." She looked at me accusingly.

"It's not my fault you have work to do sweetheart. It's called a job." Bella didn't even reply, instead she started clicking furiously on her computer. "There's no need to be angry that I've got a better pay check than you, but then again I suppose you worked that out. I mean I'm clearly far, far more intelligent!"

Her face flushed red and the clicking increased speed though I could see her small pale hand clenched on the edge of the table.

"Not replying just proves how stupid you are." I said, before walking out of the office, whistling merrily.

A taxi and got in, thinking vaguely of going to Morrezli's for lunch, a pizza place I was rather fond of. "Morrezli's," I told the cab driver. I quickly ate, and paid the bill, not really wanting to be late on my first day. Alice texted me about some family gathering, and I sighed angrily. I didn't want to go. It wasn't that I hated them - not really at least - it was more that they all seemed to disapprove of my way of life, and never even let me have any drinks when we were together. That was the whole point of living - alcohol and sex. Where were the people who understood this? I figured if I didn't tet back then they wouldn't know that I had ever gotten it ...

I got another taxi, bringing me to work and I went up to my office. Bella was still sitting in front of the computer, glaring at the scream as if it had killed her brother. I was about to walk into my office when she spoke, her voice musical, though still with that tone of forced politeness, "Mr Cullen, there's a girl on line one. She says she needs to talk to you."

"Did she leave her name."

"Two seconds," Bella said, lifting up a headpiece and putting it on. "Madam, may I please ask your name? Thank you, please hold." She nodded, tapping a button on her headpiece, "Alice Brandon,"

"Hmm ... Tell her I'm at lunch."

"Ms Brandon," she spoke politely, much more than she ever did with me, "I'm afraid Mr Cullen is unavailable at the moment - he's currently having his lunch. Would you like to leave a message ... " She paused listening, and then laughed, pressing the button again. "Uh-huh, please hold. Uh ... She says that she knows that you're here, and wants you to come to the phone right now, or else ... "

As Bella said this, it amazed me how she could say with amusement in her voice while still containing the hate she held for me. She clearly didn't know who Alice was if she didn't thought it was funny whenever Alice threatened people ...

"Okay. What line did you say she was on?"

"Line 1." She replied, returning to the computer scream.

"Uh ... Tell her I'll speak with her, then." I went into my office, pressing 1 and picking up the phone.

"Edward Cullen," Alice irritated voice said, "I wait for an hour for you to come back from your lunch and you try to pretend that you're not there." Her voice, having started out calmly - well calm Alice - had become a loud shriek at the end.

"Sorry Alice, I didn't know you were on the line."

"Well, next time stop taking such a long lunch. Now, about this Sunday do you have any plans?"

"I - "

"Good, because we were all thinking of having dinner at your Carlisle and Esme's house. Just me, you and our parents."

"Alice, I ... er ... have plans on Sunday." I said, hoping she wouldn't see through my lie.

"No, you don't."

"Yes, I do."

"Do."

"Don't."

"Do!"

"Don't!"

"DO!"

"DON'T!"

"DO!"

"DON'T!"

"Okay, Alice," I said glancing at Bella who was looking at me curiously as if wondering whether I had gone insane, "my receptionist now thinks I'm insane because of you, but why do you think I don't have any plans?"

"I have a feeling." Damn her physic gift!

"Alice, I don't want to go!"

"But you have to!"

"No, I don't Alice. I'm a legal adult, I can do anything I want to do, and I'm not going." I said, slamming down the reciever. Bella was still looking at me curiously, as if wondering what was wrong with me that made me have such complete mood swings. I ignored her, however, not in the mood for small talk and her intolerant attitude towards me. At about five o'clock, she packed up her bags and was about to walk out of the door when I spoke, "Oh, Miss Swan."

With a frustrated sigh, she turned towards me, "Yes, Mr Cullen?" She spoke through gritted teeth.

"Be in early tomorrow - it will be busy so I'll need you in around ... eight." With a final glare, she turned and left.

It appears that I maybe, possibly have made an enemy.

Now, where's Tanya's number ...

So that's the second chapter in two days!

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