Hello Everyone!
I'm very grateful for the responses I've gotten, not just in reviews but in the amount of views and visitors to this story.
I'd like to address something though. While it may seem unfair to ask for a certain amount of reviews before the next chapter I'm in no way the first author on here to do so, it's actually quite common.
I do it because it's no lie when I say they inspire me.
Sometimes I can struggle to stay motivated and reviews really help me with that, on the other hand they also help me to pace myself. With my last story 'The Nixie' I found myself updating on the same day and so the story ended rather quickly.
Giving myself rules and waiting till I have a certain amount of feedback not only gives me motivation but also stops me from being too eager!

Oh and I'm still in need of a BETA! If you want to do it feel free to PM me!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy Chapter 2!

Bella,
First, as always, it made me so happy to hear from you. I'm sorry to hear that work isn't getting any better… if you're lucky maybe something 'awfully' tragic will happen to that James Hunt. Fingers crossed darling!
As for myself work is tough, I feel like I'm not progressing… I know I've only been there for little over a year but it's just so monotonous… I can't complain though, at least my boss doesn't shit on me every day. I'm sorry you have to deal with that. Don't give up sweetie, you have such potential and your talents won't be wasted on scum like him for much longer! I can feel it!

I got your letter yesterday and today at work I put in my request for leave for this week, if all goes well you'll see me in a week! I'll text you as soon as I find out, of course. And be prepared darling, we are going to have fun and I'm not going to go easy on you this time!

How's my replacement? What was his name? Jake? John? Jose? Of course you know I'm kidding, do me a favour though and replace the cream in Jaspers Oreo's with toothpaste… or at the very least stick his hand in warm water while he sleeps? We can't have him forgetting that I had you first, can we?

Anyway, I have to run… Ben is cooking dinner and we both know that while the idea is sweet… it's going to be a disaster.
Love you B!

-A

I folded Angela's letter and went to get ready for work with an actual smile on my face for once.
I slipped on a white button up and blue skirt that came to just above my knees, some very small black heels… another reason to hate my internship – it was compulsory for women employees to wear heels. My smile was gone, replaced with a frown as I thought about work. Angela was right though and while everything still sucked, I wasn't feeling entirely hopeless after reading her letter.
Her praises really lifted me and hopefully I would see her soon. There's something about hanging around with Ang that just makes you feel better about life.

I was broken out of thought by Jasper calling me for breakfast and made my way to the kitchen.
Our apartment was nothing spectacular. Two bedrooms, one toilet with a half decent shower and down the hall was a kitchen and living room only divided by a half wall – which we doubled as a table to eat our food at and Jasper to work at. Jasper and I liked to joke that out apartment should otherwise be known as '50 Shades of Beige' – not that there was anything kinky going on but just because of the literal amount of beige. Everything was a variant of beige. The carpets, the walls, the furniture… and due to the age of the apartment even the ceiling, which I assume was once white, was now an off putting shade of beige thanks to the chain smoking couple who used to live here before us. Jasper comes from a wealthy family who had offered to put us up in a nicer place but both Jasper and I felt uncomfortable with that. We both had the same drive to make it on our own and to prove ourselves… another reason why we just clicked so well.

"French Toast for the soon to be world renowned Journalist" Jasper announced with grandeur, handing me a plate. Jasper is amazing at many things. He can play guitar, he is an amazing writer… but one thing he exceeds at is making French Toast. Ask him to cook up anything else and you'll get the well-known Whitlock blank stare... but his French toast is heaven. And he only ever made it on birthdays, holidays or when he knows I need cheering up.
"Thanks Jazz" I hug his side with one arm before sitting on the other side of the divider from him and shoved at least half of the French toast in my mouth.

"So what are your plans for today" I ask, covering my still half full mouth with my hand.
"Ah well, last week I sent my draft again but no reply so… I'm taking your advice and going to hand in a draft to C&B Publishing's in person"
"Jasper! That's so great!" I had been trying to convince Jasper to take a stand and to be bold for weeks now.
"Yeah… I just figured you were right. I've been trying for months and if they aren't going to pay attention to me, I need to make them. I need this break Bells and they're the best publishing firm in the country…"
"Jazz don't worry. You are an amazing writer and I've read this story a million times. It's great and it's exactly the kind of thing Cullen & Brandon are known to look for. Believe in yourself, okay? And text me as soon as you get home! I have to go" I ended my speech, checking my watch "If I'm not there early I may as well not be there on time…" Jasper and I roll our eyes knowingly before I make my way out.

I pull up to the Men's Fitness offices and get out of my car. My beloved car is a white Aston Martin DB5. Charlie was a huge James Bond fan and saved up for years, even before I was born to get this car. He also spent years saving money after he got it to restore it. When he died he left it to me… and I'm not sure if he would have wanted me to drive it but I couldn't leave it in a garage and honestly, driving it makes me feel so much closer to Charlie.
I must admit my fear of not having any clue about retro cars… if it ever breaks down I won't have the knowledge or the means to fix it back up again.
I shake my head and come back to reality, as I push the elevator button my phone vibrates in my pocket.

Swan, I need 2 black coffees & espresso for meeting at 10. Don't be late.
-James

With a grimace I check my watch… 9:40.
I let out something that resembles a growl as a rush to get back in my car. I wouldnt usually bother getting back in my car just to go to Starbucks around the corner but I am not having a repeat of yesterday.

I dislike a lot of things. Marshmallows, Kale, Horror Movies. I don't hate a lot of things but there are always exceptions… James is one. Lines are another. I hate waiting in lines, it's as if time stops for everyone in the line and they are going so slow… but time moves faster for the rest of the world. Making me late. I check my watch. 9:55. I resign and accept that I'll be late no matter what miracles may happen.

Just as I'm wondering why the hell I haven't moved in at least five minutes I hear commotion at the front of the line and a raised voice.
"Miss. I'll say it once more. I did not ask for decaf. Now please. Change it. Before you make me any later than you already have with your mistake" I stretched my neck to try and see above the heads in front of me but all I could see was a wild mess of copper hair shouting at the Barista, practically spitting out the word mistake. What a jerk. The barista looked momentarily like a deer in headlights but seemed to shake her head and stare back at the man with hard eyes.
"Excuse me Sir. If you didn't ask for decaf you wouldn't have gotten decaf" The blonde barista sniped back. I couldn't see the shock on that jerks face but it must have been there because he abruptly walked out of the exit ahead.
The line seemed to move pretty quickly after that. 10:03. Everyone was probably late themselves.

"Hello, welcome to Starbucks, what can I get you?" it was finally my turn up and I got a closer look at the Barista who jerk tried to humiliate. There was only one word to describe her. Beautiful. Probably the most stunningly gorgeous woman I'd ever seen. Like supermodel beauty. Even in a clunky Starbucks uniform, apron included, she was drop dead gorgeous.
"H-Hi yeah, sorry, Can I get 2 black coffees and an espresso, to go. Thanks"
Thank god. I managed my way through a sentence despite the intimidation I felt. No wonder that guy bolted out of here after she gave him a piece of her mind. I looked closely at her name tag.
Rosalie. Wow even her name was beautiful… suited her to a T.
Rosalie registered my order, nodding as she put everything in the till.
"If I can just say… I'm sorry for that man earlier, he was completely out of order trying to humiliate you like that" A small smile lifted Rosalie's face before she sharply exhaled out of her nose as if she thought it was funny.
"It's honestly fine. I get it a lot more then you'd think… my manager doesn't appreciate how I handle things though I'm sure" She smirked and winked "What's your name?"
"Bella" I say smiling, surprised how amiable she is despite her 'don't fuck with me' aura.
"Well Bella, here's your order" She says passing me a tray "I hope to see you around".

I left out a big breath, closing the boardrooms' door behind me. I'd been holding it to stop myself from talking back to James. I arrived here at 10:20 and of course he barely let me hear the end of it.
I could only imagine what Rosalie would have done if she were in my position and as the scenario plays out in my head I can't help the guffaw and following giggles that escape me.
The rest of my work day ended with very little happenings, I didn't see James for the rest of the day so after I dropped off his lunch at 12:30 on the dot I had a constant smile on my face as I went about my business filing and doing admin work for various writers around the office before finally making my way home!

As I approached the apartment and reached my hand for the doorknob the door was flung open to reveal a beaming Jasper. I had completely forgotten I had asked him to text me to tell me how it went!
"Bella!" he exclaimed reaching for my hand and pulling me down the hall toward the living room, closing the front door with his foot on the way. Grasping my shoulders Jasper situated me on the couch before taking a step back and looking in my eyes.
It was hard to decipher what emotions he was feeling at that moment but I knew he was going to tell me.

"I met someone"
MY mouth gaped open like a fish
"I met someone and she's amazing, she's like a summer breeze or church bells on a sunny afternoon. Bella she's-"
"Woah Jasper. Hang on. First of all start with C&B Publishing… what happened?" And how had these developments occurred.
"That's just it! I met her there, in the lobby! When I told her I was there to submit a draft she told me she worked there and she would make sure it got to the right people!"
"How do you know she really worked there?" I couldn't help but feel Jazz may have been tricked… "And if she does work there how do you know she wasn't just some receptionist trying to rush you away?"
Jasper rolled his eyes as if it were the most preposterous suggestion he'd ever heard.
"I saw her employee badge Bell, it said editor. Not to mention she approached me." I nodded, conceding, it sounded okay so far… I was still wary though. The last thing I needed was false hope for Jasper. I just hope she was the right person to hand his draft over to.
"Her name is Alice… ughh Alice… Well I can find out her last name when I see her next. We are going to dinner tomorrow." Jasper beamed a huge toothy smile, knelt in front of me and took my hands. I couldn't help but return his smile, his happiness infectious as always.
"She's the one, I know it Bell"
"Jasper… you don't even know her last name" I said, admittedly, sardonically to which Jaspers simple response was to put his finger over my mouth in a 'hush' fashion.

"All a matter of time. You can't rush looooove" Jasper sang, standing and literally twirling his way to his computer.
"I need to write. I'm filled with so much inspiration. I think she's my muse Bell"
I smiled "Jasper I'm really happy for you but promise me you'll be careful, I don't want to see you get hurt… not after last time" When Jasper falls, he falls hard. His last girlfriend Maggie was seemingly lovely. A beautiful, charismatic red head who made Jasper incredibly happy… Until she left without a word. Jasper didn't write for months after that. I'm lucky he even spoke after how much he was hurt.
"This isn't like that Bell. I can feel it." He responded with an air of finality.

End of Chapter 2!
As you can see I'm not good at holding off Chapters even if it's what's best for the story but I would really love it if you could all tell me your thoughts on the story. It honestly helps me to write so much.

Thanks for reading!