A/N: Thank you for the reviews :D

And a huge thanks to Bonnie, without her many of the characters names would be wrong ;)

The Interview:

Bella's P.O.V:

I have nothing to wear, absolutely nothing. All of my clothing is from before university, I just can't stand shopping. No matter how many times Jacob tries to drag me out shopping, I always refuse. So now I'm stuck freaking out about what to wear to my interview.

I sat down in the huge pile of clothes that had gathered at the bottom of my bed and put my head between my knees.

A loud knock at my door pulled me out of my minor break down. I stood up quickly and ran to the door, I had to be at my interview in 20 minutes, I didn't have the time for someone selling something.

"Bella!" Jacob cried out as I opened my apartment door.

"Hey, Jake." I replied apprehensively. What did he want?

"You've got nothing to wear have you?"

How did he know?

"Uhmm no" I said biting my lip.

"Ah well here you." Jacob said handing me a bag from topshop.

I slowly prised open the bag, I knew what Jacob's fashion sense could be like. He was mental.

I pulled out a blue cashmere jumper and a knee length plain black skirt. It was plain but smart enough for an interview.

"Thanks Jake!" I cried throwing my arms around his neck.

Jacob laughed and pulled away from me.

"Go get ready Bells!" He said pushing me towards my bedroom where the mess of all mess awaited me.

I pulled up, outside a large Victorian looking house, in my old beaten up truck. The house was huge and extremely overwhelming. I would get lost here!

I slowly got out of my truck and straightened down my skirt, it was now or never.

The door was solid oak with a chunky brass knocker, I lifted up the knocker and slowly let it drop. The sound made me flinch.

After a short wait a middle aged woman answered the door, her blonde hair was tied up in an elegant bun and she was wearing smart black trousers with a dark blue silk blouse. She looked very good for her age.

"Hi, I'm Isabella Swan. I'm here for the job interview." I chocked out, feeling overwhelmed by the house and the woman's appearance.

"Ah, I'm Mrs Cole. It's nice to meet you." Mrs Cole said holding out her hand for me to take.

I followed the woman into the impressive entrance hall. There was a large spiral staircase which dominated the whole room. The walls were wallpapered with a dark shade of purple. The house had a somewhat sinister feeling to it. The woman slowing ascended the stairs with me following close behind. I couldn't stop my eye's from darting around the room, it was all so impressive.

Mrs Cole led me to her office, which was covered floor to ceiling in books and had an antique mahogany desk in the centre of the room. I took one of the brown leather chair's in front of the desk as Mrs Cole took the seat behind the desk. I was beginning to feel really nervous.

The interview went from bad to worse. I knew I was in trouble when Mrs Cole asked for résumé's from my pervious jobs. I saw her botoxed face attempt to crease up as she saw the only place I had worked was a sport's store.

Then Mrs Cole asked me where I lived, the minute I told her address I saw her eyes narrow. My estate was extremely well know for the latest murder that had taken place there last week. If I were honest with myself it scared the shit out of me but it was the only place I had.

The interview finally came to an end as Mrs Cole stood up and held out her hand. I took her hand and raised my eyes to meet hers.

"Thank you Miss Swan but I don't think you're quite what my family are looking for." She said, smiling sweetly at me. Plastic bitch.

"I understand." I whispered, just wanting to be out of her house.

I pulled over to the side of the motorway, I couldn't carry on driving. The tears were obscuring my sight which was not helping my already slightly dodgy driving. The rejection of not getting that job had really hit me hard and it was my last chance. Now I would have to go back to one of my parent's with my tail between my legs and beg for help. Great, just great.

I shook my head to try and get my thoughts back on track, today just sucked. As I started driving again I spotted a starbucks nestled into a row of shops. I pulled my truck into the first parking spot and hopped out of the cab, I could do with treating myself to a cappuccino.

The familiar smell of the coffee beans hit me as I pushed open the door. Something about the smell made me relax. I walked over to the tills, pulling my purse out.

I ordered my cappuccino and picked up a paper that was laying next to me while I waited for my drink to be made.

The headline read: Cullen business stocks rise

I threw the paper back down, not wanting to hear about other people's money happiness. I would give my soul to the devil to not have to worry about money.

"Your coffee miss." The spotty teenager behind the counter called, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Thanks." I mumbled handing over the correct money.

I turned round to walk out of the shop but fate had other ideas. As I turned round I tripped over my own feet and ended up lunging forward, landing on top of someone and spilling my coffee over both of us.

My senses returned to me with a crash as my cheeks burnt the colour of blood when I realised this stranger was a male, around my age, and I was straddling him.

"Sorry." I mumbled, quickly standing up and retrieving my now empty coffee cup from the strangers crotch.

My eye's literally bugged out as I took in the sight before me.

The man's face was a picture of perfection and his golden hair fell messily over his forehead but somehow it looked amazing, my fingers yearned to twist themselves into it. As my eye's travelled down the strangers body I noticed that my coffee was all over the man's white shirt.

His shirt was clinging to him where it was wet. It hugged his manly sculptured chest and his six pack was pressed up against the now see through fabric.

"If you're done staring at me then you can hand over the money to pay for this shirt to be dry cleaned." The man hissed, pulling me out of my staring. God I must looking like an idiot.

"I'm so sorry." I whispered, not daring to meet this stranger's eyes. There was no was I could afford to pay for him to get his shirt dry cleaned.

"Well sorry isn't going to pay for this shirt to be cleaned." He said through gritted teeth.

"I'm sorry but I..uhm. Look I can't afford to pay for dry cleaning." I mumbled, staring at the floor.

"Well then you shouldn't have spilt your scorching coffee all over me, should you."

Yeah true but hey, shit happens.

"Well what do you want me to do?" I asked, completely helpless.

"Wait." The stranger said holding up his hand as he pulled a blackberry out of his pocket.

"Yes?" He barked into the phone.

I tuned out of the rest of the conversation and just stood staring at my battered work shoe's. Today was just getting worse.

"Are you any good with kids?" The stranger asked.

"Uhm yeah, I guess."

"Good, you can repay me by picking up my brother from school."

What? This man was crazy. He was going to trust me, a stranger, to pick up his brother?

"Uhm, okay?" I whispered feeling very small against this tall, muscular man.

"Here's the school's address, it's on the back of my business card. Bring him to my office. The address is on the business card."

With that the stranger slipped a card into my hand and stalked out of the coffee shop.

What the hell just happened?

I turned over the business card and read the name on it. Edward Cullen.

Wait Cullen?

As in the Cullen?

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