DISCLAIMER: I own absolutely nothing. OK, maybe this pepsi I'm drinking, but other than that I own NOTHING! That is all.

After seeing Jessica the night after dinner to order my Beauty Kit just to receive it the next morning - I slightly wondered where this stuff came from - I got dressed. I decided to wear a smart pant suit with pinstripes. It was navy blue with white stripes. A red camisole under the jacket to accent some color, with matching shoes. I decided a tight, high ponytail would accent the product I used on my face. I only hoped it wasn't full of cancer, like I said, I had no idea where this stuff came from.

I had walked several blocks going door to door and being kicked out of a few fancy apartment complexes. Deciding I needed something to eat I went to a hotdog vender. Nothing like a good dog with mustard and a can of cola on a hot New York day. I decided that I'd stop off in Central Park to enjoy my small, yet unhealthy, meal.

Four muggings, six drunks, and three screaming mothers later I decided it was time to get back to work. Dusting myself off, grabbing my kit, and heading back to the streets I smiled to myself. Even if I hadn't had any takers - yet - this was more fun than working with Mike. God, he was such a shmendrik!

Getting lost in my hatred toward Mike and his stupid pregnant cow I nearly walked clear into a guy. "Oh, excuse me." I smiled. Usually I'd shout for him to get outta my way, but I was on duty.

"Not a problem, pardon me." He smiled. The man was a freakin' house. Had I really run into him I'd probably be in the hospital, flattened from the bulldozer that he is! (OK, let us stop here for another moment. Realize that I am dramatic, overly so. It isn't that I do not know this about myself. OK, carry on. . .)

"Hey, you live around here?" I asked and he smiled.

"You could say that, yes. Are you looking for someone at this residence?" He inquired. I figured, what the hey? I mean, even if they weren't interested I'd have at least one more customer and looking up at the place this guy had come out of I'd bet they had a ton of money. It was yet another tall building among tall buildings, this one white with a more elegant façade. Couldn't tell you why there was an air conditioner unit hanging out of one of the upper windows on this side of town in this day and age, but who cares? I'm getting in!

"You must be here for the job, please come with me." The guy had a British accent, which didn't fit him much, but most doors wouldn't either, so. . . "I am Emmett, by the way."

"Pleasure, Bella." I shook his hand and he led me into the foyer. Yes, a foyer. In an apartment. Where was I? The Taj Mahal? It even looked like it had an upstairs. This is New York, you're lucky if you can find a closet to live in. These people had to have some gelt!

He left me there standing in the foyer - the whole house was a pretty creamy white with very expensive furnishings. I felt the need to take off my four inch heels, but let's be real, after walking hours in these things in desert weather no one really wants that.

"This house is haunted. Turn back while you still can!" A boy about maybe ten shouted as he came barreling down the stairs. He had brown hair and brown eyes, said eyes were full of mischief.

"Uh huh, right. You are?" I asked, rolling my eyes. Was this kid serious?

"I'm telling you, go now before it gets you!" He shouted and ran screaming around the room. I just stared.

"Jacob, enough. Up to your room with you." And this voice was sexy and British and perhaps even James Bond-ish. When I looked to the source I nearly collapsed, and flopped around like a fish. As it was, I had already made a puddle I'm sure. "I'm truly sorry. I'm Edward Cullen, the father of that cretin. Emmett tells me you're here for the job."

"Yeah, I keep hearing that but I'm actually here to sell makeup." I blush. Of course I do. The man is a God (strike me down) and rich!

"Oh, I'm very sorry, we're looking for a nanny. For my three children." He smiled kindly yet you could tell that was kind of it. There wasn't anymore and I could just go.

"Sir, if I may, four have canceled in the last week." Emmett whispered, only with the acoustics in this place it was as if he was standing next to me.

"Right, well. . ." Edward stuttered.

"Bella."

"Right, Bella, do you have any experience with children?" He asked, hopeful actually. Truth was, I didn't have much training at all in child care. Sure there was the rare neighbor kid I watched while their mother ran to the corner store for smokes or booze, or both, but never for an extended period of time and never more than one.

"Absolutely." I replied, hoping the smile that just busted my face seemed sincere.

"How does $600 a week sound? Room and board? I have three children as I said. Tanya, the oldest is twelve. Jacob, you've met, he's ten and little Alice who is seven. She is a bit troubled at the moment what with my wife passing in the last year. . .but I assure you, they are all wonderful children." Edward went on. I thought about it a minute.

I was making about $600 a week, give or take depending on my sales and how Mike ran his business, but I was living at my parent's house and did everything for them. Here I'd live in luxury, have a butler, 'take care of' kids who could probably take care of themselves and get paid to live away from home.

"I'll take it!" I grinned and did a tiny hop in place. I'll also pick up a book on kids on my way home, I thought to myself.

"Wonderful. Emmett will show you to your room, give you a key and then you can go and get whatever it is you'll be needing right away. I am having a small business get together this evening over cocktails, I need you to keep the children busy during that time. It will give you about, oh, five hours to be ready before the first guest arrive." Edward clapped his hands together, looking very relieved.

"Yes, sir!" I couldn't stop this smiling. "I'll be back soon."

"Oh, and Bella, I have a feeling you're not quite telling me the truth about child rearing. I'll make it clear this is a probationary period. But, I really, really need a nanny." He said before nodding to me and Emmett and exiting the room.

"Did I just get a job?" I asked, mainly to myself, but Emmett heard me.

"That you did. And not soon enough, those kids were driving me mad!" He chuckled.

After showing me my room, which was huge might I add, Emmett led me back downstairs and handed me two keys. One to the front entrance and one to the kitchen entrance. I assured him I'd be back on time and left. When I was four blocks away I did a happy dance and shouted, there may or may not have been a 'yahoo' involved or a mozel tov to myself, and hailed a cab. There was absolutely no way I was losing this job. I was not ever going back to the land of the slip covers ever again.

When I got home and told my parents of my good fortune (my mother did her happy dance) I went to my room to pack. Before I did anything I grabbed up my diary and smiled.

Dear Diary,

Movin' on up. . .

A/N: Thanks for reading. Hope you liked it! What do you think of character placement? Clearly this is OOC and AU. Let me know what you think, won't you?