Well here's the second chapter (: I hope you like it. Remember to keep reviewing, and as always I own none of this. I just enjoy making these people do what I please ;)


After we finished our meals we made our way back to Alice's car.

"Where did you say you would be staying?" She asked. I looked down at the sheet of paper Angela had given me with all of the information I needed.

"It says here that it's on 16 Broadway Street"


"Are you sure you don't want me and Jasper to help you unpack Bella?" Alice asked for the sixth time while leaning out of her car window.
"I'm sure Alice, I just want to get up there and have a rest. Besides, Angela told me that my 'roommate' shouldn't be moving in for a day or two so I still have some time by myself"

"Okay, well if you need ANYTHING at all, just call. Okay?"

"Of course Alice" I said as she wound up her window and drove away.

I finally turned around to look at the place that would possibly be my next home, and I was very impressed. The apartment building was gorgeous, it was made of white stone, and each floor had pillars lining the wall. It was nothing like anything I'd ever seen in forks.

I walked through the glass revolving doors, and found myself in awe. The ground was covered in marble, with pillars holding up the roof that must have been two floors high.

I looked back down at the sheet Angela had given me, floor 10, and room 678. How could one building have more than 679 rooms? My house barely had five.

I found my way to the elevator where a man in a suit looked at me expectantly.

"Uh, nice weather we're having?" I said, not sure what he wanted from me.

He cleared his throat,
"Your floor?"

Oh right, I realized that this man must have been in charge of the lift.

"Floor ten please" He pressed a button and the lift began to move.

Much like the rest of the building the elevator was gorgeous; the doors were made of glass so every floor we passed I could see. The walls had the most beautiful pattern on them that matched the patterned marble floor.

"Floor ten" The man said as the door opened. I thanked him and dragged my suitcase out. I looked down one end of the corridor, and then the other. They both looked like they went on forever. In front of me the door said 625, so I carried on down to the left.

The floor here didn't have marble, but rather beautiful carpet with such an intricate design matching the walls. There it was, at the end of the corridor. Room 678. I found the key Angela had given me, and put it into the lock and slowly turned it, until I heard the click.

I took a step through the door and gasped. It was the most beautiful place I'd ever seen. (There's a link to it on my page) Everything was white; the room was two stories tall, with a staircase leading to an upstairs mezzanine floor lounge, with a bedroom up there as well. There was a second bedroom on the first floor next to a desk which continued on to the kitchen. The walls were all white, the floor was made of marble but unlike the lobby, this was white. There were several rugs that were orangey red.

I was so in awe that this was where I'd be living. I claimed the upstairs bedroom as mine, because it had more privacy than the other. I unpacked my things and decided it was time to write a letter to Edward.

Dear Edward,

I'm so glad to hear you're doing well. You'll never believe what's happened! I've been offered a job in New York! I'm here now. But I haven't gotten the job just yet. The job is with The New York Times, and for now they've given me an apartment to stay. Which is amazing, I wish you could see it. Everything is pure luxury, there's even a man who presses the buttons in the lift for you! I've met up with Alice, who was perky as always. And we went for Sushi with her boyfriend Jasper. While at the restaurant my clumsiness got the better of me. Again. And I crashed straight into a complete stranger, lucky he was very considerate about it and neither of us were hurt. I don't know what I'd have to do if somebody sued me again for tripping over onto them. The job I've applied for though, I'm not the only one who is being considered for the job at the moment, so I'll have to be sharing the apartment with someone else for the time being. I haven't met them yet. I love you too Edward.

Yours truly – Bella

I folded up the piece of paper, Edward always insisted on writing to each other as opposed to emailing. He told me once that it made you think about what you say a lot clearer. Edward told me that he lived in London, but he was always on the move. He has a box IN London, that his mail is delivered to and from there it is sent to him. This makes it hard for me to know where he is at any time.

My hand instinctively went to the pendant around my neck. Edward had sent it to me when I turned 18, I never took it off. The necklace was in the shape of one side of the ying and yang. On it was half of the Gemini symbol; Edward told me that he always had the other half with him.

He told me that the Gemini sign was important, because it showed me that you always needed to love both sides of anybody's personality. Whenever I thought of the necklace I thought of Edward, although I'd never met him in person. He knew me better than anybody else.

I was still full from the sushi so I made my way up to bed.


"Bella, wake up Bella. I'm here. "

I sat up in bed and felt somebody hug me from behind.

"I love you so much Bella..."

It was Edward. I knew it was, it had to be him. He slowly brought his lips to my ear and dragged them down to my neck. Suddenly, more than anything I wanted to see him. For the first time, face to face.

I turned around quickly, but just as I did i felt his arms let go and he vanished before I could.


I was sitting up in bed, breathing fast, with my forehead full of sweat.

"It was just a dream, Bella" I told myself. But that didn't stop the ache. Ever since i'd begun writing to Edward, I'd wanted to meet him, in person. Just to see his face, to feel his hands. He always promised me that one day we would, and I knew he wouldn't break a promise. It just wasn't in him to do so.

I got up and put on the first thing I found in my wardrobe, it was a simple cream top with a woollen cardigan and skinny jeans, I made myself breakfast and sat at the table admiring the view from my apartment.

"So this is New York" I said softly to myself.

Suddenly I heard my phone ringing; I jumped the couch to grab it before it stopped.

"Hello!" I said, sounding more out of breath than intended

"Bella it's just me! Have you been running?" It was only Angela, phew.

"No, sorry just ran to get the phone" I heard her laugh on the end.

"Well I just got a call from the New York Times; they'd like you to visit their office today. The meeting's at about 2:00 so make sure you're there on time. Wear something that looks... professional" I nodded briefly and then realized to myself she wouldn't have actually been able to see it...

"So that's about it. But Bella, remember, you must be on time. Hopefully I'll talk to you soon. Bye" And just like that she hung up on me.

As I slowly lowered the phone from my ear, trying to process everything she just said, panic begun to fill my mind. Something professional? How was I supposed to know what something professional was? I have trouble dressing myself in things suitable to be seen in public in, let alone to make a good impression in.

I quickly ran up the white staircase above the kitchen and scrambled into my bedroom.

As I stared meekly into my closet I realized I had no idea what to wear. And then I saw it, I'd almost completely forgotten I owned it. Alice had sent it to me for my twenty first birthday, something from one of her first collections.

I put it on and looked at myself in the mirror. It was perfect. It was a simple, light pink dress that came down just above my knees. And a long jacket of the same colour coming down slightly lower, which had three even white stripes around the waste. I wore very low heals to match. Over all I thought I'd done quite well, well enough that maybe even Alice would be pleased to see me dressed like this.

Suddenly it dawned on me however that I barely had an hour before I was expected at the New York Times. I quickly did my makeup and rushed out the door. I hailed a taxi and told the driver where I was headed.

The taxi arrived at the office swiftly; I paid the cab driver and stepped outside. There were people everywhere, I could barely see the pavement, I was defiantly in New York now. I made my way to the receptionist inside.

"Um, I'm Bella Swan. I'm here about the job application?" I spoke as I bent my head over the desk to see a small elderly woman wearing glasses that were almost falling off her nose.

"Ah, Bella! They're expecting you on the fifth floor. Good luck!" She said while giving me a grin that reminded me remarkably of my own grandmother.

I thanked her and made my way into the lift. A sudden nervousness washed over me as I realized where I was and what I was about to do. What if they don't like me? What if the other person is some world renowned journalist? How will I stand a chance? Okay Bella, just calm down. Deep breaths, it won't be that bad, it can't be that bad.

The elevator reached the fifth floor all too soon and I found my feet moving on my own behalf. My heart was beating a mile a minute and I had a sudden urge to turn around and get back in the elevator, but my feet wouldn't let me. They just kept walking.

I opened the door in front of me and found yet another receptionist, but this time she was speaking with someone.

As I entered the room the lady the receptionist was talking too turned to me. She was tall, but not abnormally so. She had blonde hair tied neatly in a bun. She wore a tight black skirt with a white shirt. She looked somewhere in her mid thirties.

Just looking at her made me get the feeling I was very unwanted here, but all of that vanished when a smile broke out across her face.

"You must be Bella" She beamed at me.

"Come this way" She led me through another corridor, and then another and just as I thought we were going in circles she pointed to a door. I presumed she meant for me to go through so I did so.

The room I was in was beautiful; there was a leather couch on one side with some exotic plant in a pot next to it. On the other side, there was a long table like desk. With chairs down both sides, and a man seated at the head of it. He looked maybe forty with blonde hair sitting at the desk. He had a very welcoming expression, that suddenly took away all of my nerves.

"Bella, please take a seat!" He said, with the warmth in his voice reflected in his smile.

I took a seat to the right of him, just as he reached out his hand and introduced himself.

"I'm Carlisle Kensington. I'm the chief editor at the New York Times." Just as I was about to introduce myself he spoke again.

"I know all about you already Bella. I reviewed your application and you seem like the perfect girl for the job, however you weren't the only one with a perfect application. And it looks like this is him now!"

My heart begun pounding again as I turned around. It was him, why did it have to be him? More importantly WHY didn't he tell me he was trying for the same job as me? As James took the seat opposite me, I remembered with great horror that we had in fact flirted yesterday. How could I flirt with him though? Sure he had astoundingly good looks. But he was the one trying to take this amazing opportunity away from me! I finally actually took a good look at him.

He had thick brown hair, with striking blue eyes. He was really hot. Whether I liked it or not. He was wearing a white T-shirt with a black blazer, but I was sure he could throw on crocs and an over sized woolen sweater and still look good.

"Bella, this is James. James, Bella" Carlisle said, snapping me out of my thoughts. As James put his hand out, I stared at it for a moment. Why should I shake HIS hand, but then something came over me, and with a sickly sweet smile I stretched out my hand to shake his.

Under the desk however, I swiftly dug my heel into his foot. Why should I be nice to him? I thought bitterly to myself. There was only one job, and two of us. I looked up at his face, and found his expression perfectly charming, so that's how you want to play it, i thought to myself. Although his face didn't show it I felt his hand squeeze mine just that bit harder. I was satisfied.

"Well, as you both know there is a very good job coming up here. The job on offer is in fact, mine"
I audibly gasped, I knew this job was good, but I didn't honestly think I'd be the editor of a news paper. I looked over at James expecting some sort of similar reaction to mine, but he simply smirked at me.

"Now seeing as whoever gets this job will be taking over the newspaper completely, I need to ensure that whoever gets this job won't throw it away. And so I've decided, seeing as we have a month and a bit till new years, whoever comes up with the best end of year article for the New Years Eve issue, will get the job"

I felt my breath start to quicken again, James was bound to have loads of experience with this for all I knew. Calm down Bella, it's one article. You can do it.

"Now" Carlisle continued, "seeing as whoever gets this job, will be living in a paid for apartment. For the time being you two are going to have to share the apartment."

I'd seen this one coming; I just hadn't quite anticipated who I'd have to share it with.

Carlisle finished up with the details of the job, and we both left the office.

As soon as the door shut, I turned on James.

"Why didn't you tell me you were the one going for the job?" I whispered profusely, although I was worked up, I still didn't want anybody else to here me.

"Well I'm sorry" He said almost too casually for my liking. "Where were my manners, whenever I let people fall on me I normally remember to let them know exactly what my business in New York is." He said, with sarcasm coating his voice and a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Apparently sure I had nothing else to say, he turned and walked towards the lift whistling a song to himself. I stormed off in the direction of the stairs. There was no WAY I'd be sharing an elevator with this incredulous man.


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