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"And this is your desk." He said. James had greeted me the minute I got off the elevator. He was smiling form the start, shaking my hand instantly. He was tall, as everyone seemed to be taller than me these days, but he looked a little too rugged for my taste.

Jeez, Bella, would you stop analyzing everyone? God you're so pathetic.

I sighed and turned to James. "Thanks, really. I appreciate you showing me around." I waited for him to leave. He didn't.

"Me and some other guys here go out for lunch around one . . ." he said, raising his eyebrows. "You're welcome to come if you want."

I forced a fake smile on my face. "I'll see how completely overwhelmed I am when that time comes." I said calmly. He left shortly after, even waving at me like a little kid.

God damn, it's like middle school. Like honestly, it's like he just asked me to sit with him at the lunch table.

My desk was big. Bigger than any other desk I had. They even gave me a cute little name plate. "Ms. Bella Swan. Magazine designer."

"Nice." I said, moving around the desk to sit in the chair. "Oh very nice." I relaxed into the perfectly built chair and turned in a circle. "I like this job already.

He had a Mac computer set up in the corner in all its pearly white glory. I wheeled the chair over to that corner and turned it on.

My desk was set against a wall in the back corner of the room. To my left, through glass doors, was my bosses room. He hadn't showed up yet. He was going to come in at seven or eight or whenever he felt like it, James said. There were two other designers in this room, each having their own desk. They hadn't shown up yet though. In the room next to this were where the journalists for the magazine for. The branch I used to work for was nowhere near as fancy and wealthy as this place. Nope, this place had some cash man.

The background to the computer screen was black. "Nope, gunna have to change that." I muttered, clicking onto the internet. The door opened and I casually looked to the left, to the woman entering with three inch stilettos, a black dress, and were those pearls? God, I had no idea this was a fucking fashion show.

I looked at my own clothes quickly, self conscious. I really didn't look the like the head designer right now, did I? Nope, this little girlie here sure looked like it though. She stopped in her tracks, her massive red purse swinging on her arm, when she saw me sitting behind the desk.

"You're the new girl?" she asked, staring at me with a perfectly waxed eyebrow raised.

I nodded my head slowly. Rude much? Her red lips stretched into a smile and her heels clicked on the wooden floor as she approached me, her hand out stretched. I stood up to shake it.

"Year, I'm Bella Swan." I said. Her nails were so perfect. Mine were chewed up and run down. Jeez, maybe I should quit now.

"I'm Sarah Jane. I'm the other designer." She said, smiling. "I guess you're my new boss. Good luck to you Ma'am."

She turned around, moving to the desk across the room from mine. "Um," I said hesitantly, remaining standing as she delicately sat down. "Just . . . first off don't call me ma'am, it sounds weird. And, why do you say 'good luck'"

She looked up at me quickly, her cheeks flushing. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to insult you Ma'am—oh, um, Ms. Swan. I just mean that all of our other lead designers never really lasted long. Mr. Cullen is kind of hard on the new ones. Cassia, the other designer, and I have been working here from the start. We've known him from when he was actually nice, so we're used to him. Everyone else just usually . . . well they usually just give up after a while."

I stared at her for a while, my mouth hanging open.

"B-but," Sarah, said, stuttering in her haste to take back what she said. "He could like you better than the others. You seem nice enough." She misled nervously, waiting for my response.

I quickly closed my mouth and cleared my throat. "I'm sure I'll be okay, Ms. Jane. But thank you, anyways, for your concern."

I sat back down, crossing my legs, and moved back to the computer.

Cassia showed up maybe ten minutes later. She was just like Sarah in the sense of the dress, the heels, the purse, the makeup, the beauty. Holy shit man, it was completely unfair. Back in Phoenix everyone was plain Jane, just like me. I didn't even have to try.

She had walked over to my desk lightly shaking my hand just as Sarah had done. "Bella," she said, smiling sweetly. "That means beautiful in Italian."

I nodded my head, surprised that line wasn't coming from a guy. "Yes it does." I said, sitting back down. She turned to walk over to her desk but I called her back. "Um, Cassia, the boss, Mr. Cullen . . ." I paused, raising my eyebrows, hoping she knew what I was talking about even though I gave her absolutely no clue.

"If you show him you're strong and independent, that you enjoy your work, that you are actually willing to follow orders every now and then, then you'll do fine." She said calmly, smiling, and then walked back to her desk.

Later, however, I quickly gained access to the employees of this branch, and the people recently fired. And you want to know something? They were all just as plane as me. Just as fucking plane, no makeup wearing, messy hair, boring clothes. Same. As. Me.

Fuck my life I swear to god if the Mr. Cullen guy was one of those perverts that only hired the thin, blonde, tall sluts then damn it . . . damn it I was going to have to get some more heels. I really needed this job. It paid so god damn good, and I loved doing it, too. It was so much fun for me. No way was I going to go job hunting again. Last time I did that I was unemployed for maybe two or three months, getting pushed out of interview after interview.

So yeah, I could be a slut in the office, didn't bother me. Just as long as I knew that I hadn't had sex in maybe five or six months. I could act like a slut, but I wouldn't be one. See, smart.

"Okay you guys, you want to set up your stuff in the conference room to go over this month's issue?" I asked at about ten, once the boss still hadn't come in yet, after I had changed my background to a picture the coliseum in Rome, and even checked my notifications on Facebook for the first time in maybe three years. But I figured I'd have to get work done sooner or later so I decided I might as well get situated with what they had gotten done.

Sarah and Cassia looked at each other quickly and then back to me, eyes wide. "Oh, um, Mr. Cullen wanted us to wait for you to get here before we started on the next magazine." Sarah said after a moment. "He wanted us to work together from the start."

I stared at her for a moment, trying desperately to find some way to turn her words into something positive, something with good undertones . . . nope, nothing. Still sounded the same.

"I—I—oh my god what are we sitting around here for?" I near but yelled. "Why didn't any of you say this before? It's already a week and a half in! This should have been all but done!"

They looked at each other again, panicky, and started shuffling through their drawers for papers, notepads, pens, anything they could really grab before we hustled into the large conference room, sitting at the last three chairs of the huge table and laying our information around us.

"Cover picture, ideas, shoot." I said, taking a folder filled with previously unused pictures from shoots ranging from three years ago to last month.

"Mr. Cullen wanted something darker, more seductive for this month's cover." Sarah said, fumbling through her own stack of notes before finding his. "He wanted a woman, maybe alone in a meadow. Flowers, tall grass, the whole get up there. He wanted her in a nice sun dress, something flowing. Standing or sitting, he didn't care, whatever looked better. But he thought that maybe the set designer could give the aura of having a full moon, at night. He wants her alone in the center, the moonlight filtered around her, hair blowing to the side."

None of the pictures, absolutely none of them, were at night. Let alone with a full moon.

"You have got to be kidding me." I groaned, pushing the folder to the side. "Okay, Cassia, now, go set up an appointment with our best photographer. Give him the set we want." She disappeared out the glass doors the next second.

"Okay, Sarah, what jewelry does she want represented?"

"Sterling silver, mostly. He doesn't really want gold this month." Sarah said, eyes franticly scanning several papers of his requests. "Oh! Oh he says maybe a male should be included. Only if it feels like the mood of dark yet seductive. He wants to capture that. He seemed really big about that emotion being represented."

I nodded my head, grabbing a few blank pieces of white computer paper. I wrote down really quickly:

Cover; girl, man, dark, moon, meadow.

Articles; . . . ?

"Okay, inside. What do we want for the guts?"

"Um…" Sarah said looking over the mess we had already created. "Um, we have emergency pages kept somewhere in the main room. Stories that didn't fit an issue we were sending out. We can make this month sort of miscellaneous. Um, we have some new jewelry, I can set up an appointment to have them modeled. Mr. Cullen would like the same theme on the cover to be shown in them as well."

Yup, yup, good. Phone Cassia. Tell her to book those on the same day as the cover." Sarah rushed to the other end of the table to dial the phone, rushing the words in. My hands stumbled through the pictures and I elbowed one off the table. I absentmindedly reached down to pick it up, glancing it at it casually and stopping in my tracks.

"Oh wow." I said.

He was pale, bronze hair, white teeth. An angular, strong jaw, sharp features, and melted butterscotch eyes. Mhm, mm, mm I could just eat him up. He was just . . . beautiful.

"Oh, I see you found his picture." Sarah said awkwardly behind me. I jumped.

"Whose picture?" I asked, looking back down at the smiling, light hearted god in front of me.

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I dropped the picture again.

"That's Mr. Cullen?" I gasped turning the chair around to stare at her. She nodded her head slowly, shocked by my reaction. "But—but I thought he was going to be like some fifty year old divorced father of two brats. You know, rich, stupid, lazy. I mean, it's eleven and he isn't even here yet."

She smiled nervously, moving around the table to sit down again.

"He is something to look at isn't he?" She said, picking up his picture on the way and setting it in the folder. "But he doesn't date. Cassia and I think he's gay."

She shrugged and sat down as Cassia came back in. "Who, Mr. Cullen?" she asked, sitting down beside Sarah. I looked between the two of them, manicured, perfect, beautiful. And he didn't date? So he just hired gorgeous, big breasted woman and then just stare at them? God, was he just as sick pervert or what?

"Um, okay, that's fine." I said finally, finding my voice. "Whatever, that's not what we need to focus on now. You get the appointment?" I asked Cassia, unable to get his god like features out of my mind.

"Yes, three days. Twelve o'clock. I have you scheduled for two hours. Hopefully you can get it done. We have six pieces of jewelry, two shoes, and three jackets to show, plus the cover, so seven amazing shots. Mr. Cullen settles for nothing but the best.

"Ah, I see you girls finally understand my standards." A silky voice said from behind me, by the door. Sarah and Cassia looked up quickly and smiled sweetly, as they had done when they introduced themselves to me.

"Good morning Mr. Cullen." They said together.

I spun my chair around quickly, realizing he was my boss. Damn it I thought he was James or something and I just sat there, with my back to him. Shit I was so rude. I stood up once my chair was around and plastered my best 'Bella is an amazing magazine designer and you shouldn't fire her like the other thirteen girls that were way more prettier than her' smile.

And then I think I might have had a mini heart attack.

Holy mother of Jesus.

He was . . . he was fucking gorgeous. His picture did absolutely no justice for this god standing there casually, in clothes that obviously said he cared nothing about his job, but I didn't care about that right now. All I saw were his biceps, triceps, abs, peeking though that shirt. I saw golden eyes, piercing into my own, a crooked smile, tousled, soft, silky hair.

I felt a tightening in my chest and quickly reminded myself to breath.

"Um, h—hello Mr. Cullen." I stuttered, and then blushed. I walked forward to him, arm outstretched, intending to shake his hand.

He smiled at me, looking at me with a serious, hard expression. And then I watched him inhale, taking a deep breath in through his nostrils and begin to raise his hand at the same time.

Things got a little confusing after that.

That melted butterscotch type look in his eyes snapped into a, piercing, angry solid. His hand froze, tensed up so his veins stuck out through the porcelain skin. His eyes widened, his jaw clenches shut, he freezes. I freeze.

Did I do something? Did Sarah or Cassia do something behind my back. I turned to look at them quickly, but they both shrugged, just as confused as me. I turned back to Mr. Cullen, and gasped a little. His eyes hadn't just hardened, they had darkened. Was that even possible? It must be, because they were getting closer and closer to black.

I must have made some sort of wrong move, somehow. I went over every one of my actions since getting up from the chair, but found nothing too weird. He was even about to shake my hand, I could still see it frozen half way up in the air.

"Mr. Cullen. . ." I said hesitantly, speaking slow and cautiously. "Are you alright?"

I saw his Adams apple bob up and down and he clenched his eye shut tightly for a brief moment before snapping them open once more. "Excuse me." He said through horribly tight clenched teeth. Then he was turning around, going back through the door at a pace that was way too fast to be normal, and then he was out of site, just practically running from me.

Shit was I that ugly?

I looked down at my clothes. They had to be the problem here, accompanied with my face. Compared to the two babies over there, I was so butt ass ugly.

I turned back to the other two designers slowly.

"Does that mean I'm going to be fired soon?" I asked them, biting my lower lips and wringing my hands nervously.

"Well . . ." Sarah said, her eyes still wide in shock.

"We haven't seen him react that way to anyone else, ever. At least not that strongly." Cassia cut in, looking at Sarah quickly. She nodded eagerly. "So, this is going to sound stupid, but you are either going to be out of here sooner than any of the others, or you're going to stay longer. I have no idea."

"Wow." I said, nodding my head and moving back to my seat. "That was really helpful, Cassia. I never would have figured that out on my own."

She bit the inside of her cheek and looked down, shuffling some papers in front of her, embarrassed. I looked at her quickly and instantly felt bad.

"Oh, Cassia," I sighed, plopping myself down like a sack in the seat. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I just really need this job and that was not a good sign at all. Like at all. I'm just really nervous."

Cassia gave me a half hearted smile. "It's fine Bella. I completely understand."

I gave her a 'thank you' smile and sighed.

God damn it Mr. Cullen was really weird.

I chuckled and sat forward. Then my chuckle turned into a little giggle. And when Sarah and Cassia gave me the same, identical looks of 'are you aright?' I lost it and went into hysterical giggles that didn't stop for maybe five minutes when I had to excuse myself to go to the bathroom and pee.

I stood by the sink, rinsing the soap off of my hands, and looked up to see myself in the mirror. Maybe I was too plane for him. Maybe . . . maybe for just a little while I would have to mix it up. Go—dare I say it? I would have to go shopping. Gag.

I would have to become Barbie number three in this office.

Fucking shoot me now.

AN: Hey, thanks for reading, I really appreciate it! Please review, because I really love them and take them all into account when writing another chapter. And also because they make me feel good. Sorry about the different titles I gave each of Bella's smiles, also. I tend to do that with people around me. Guess it kind of carried into my writing. Sorry to anyone that was annoyed by it.

And I know you might be slightly disappointed by Bella and Edward's first meeting, but don't be worried! Next chapter you'll have Edwards reaction AND you get to see preppy little Bella in what she decides to wear to become Barbie number three. (:

And don't expect every chapter to be out this fast because I had this one in my computer already from when I wrote the first chapter. The others are coming from scratch though so it's going to take some time. Bear with me. Thanks!