AN: here's next xhapter of The Editor. Thanks soooo much for the reviews!
thanks to my beta, Liz.
Happy reading!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Nice to meet you" he said, extending one hand to her, smiling a crooked grin that amazed her.
"You too" she responded, shaking his hand. It was warm, soft and big, but had a gentle touch. It almost seemed like a woman's hand, but his grip was firm and tight.
"Ok, so Edward will be your editor starting from…" Mr. Gridge looked at his expensive watch "Now" he said.
" I already had your office prepared Edward, so don't worry. You and Bella will share the same office, as she did with the previous editor. Good luck!" he said happily. Sure, he didn't have to work with a stranger, Bella thought.
"Sure, Mr. Gridge. Goodbye" she said to him, and then she started to walk to her office, not really caring if Edward followed her or not.
She entered the room and sit at her desk, her starting her computer and looking through her drawers to find some chewing gum. She was addicted to it. But, unfortunately, her chewing gum was nowhere to be found.
She started to panic, throwing open the drawers, dumping out everything in them.
"What are you looking for?" Edward asked her, looking disinterestedly at her. It was obvious he didn't care much, but, really, why should he? She didn't care for him and neither did he. Like she said to herself previously, he was a stranger.
"My chewing gum!" she tried to sound calm and collected, but she knew she sounded desperate.
"Are they, by any chance, these?" he said holding up a pocket of gum.
"Yes!" she yelled, smiling brightly, running to his desk to take them. She took the pack and then she offered it to him "Want one?" she said.
He looked at the gum as if they were a bug. "No, thanks" he said.
She returned to her desk, downloading her email. One mail was from Alice.
Today at six at my house. Be punctual for once!!!!!!!!
Kisses
Alice
That was the way Alice was made: short and direct.
She went trough some advertisements when she heard someone clearing his throat.
She looked over her screen at now Edward's desk. He was staring at her and he seemed irritated.
"Is there any problem?" she asked him, innocently.
"No, not at all" he said, smiling.
But as she was returning to her business he added "Just wondering when we'll start working".
She sighed, and stood up, leaning in front of her desk.
"Okay, what do you want to do?" she asked, her arms crossed. She really didn't feel very sociable at the moment.
He sat in a comfortable way in the chair, rigid but still relaxed.
"So, tell me about your book" he proposed.
She widened her eyes "What!? They didn't tell you what my book is about?" she was bewildered. Great! Her editor didn't know what her book was about. It seemed logical.
"Ah." she started. How could she describe it? A romance? No. An horror? No.
"Okay, I'll tell you" she said, holding up her hands, making sound her bracelets "But you have to really listen to me and don't have any prejudice. It's really important" she stressed the last part when he was about to roll his eyes. Men.
"So… it's a romance. And an horror. And maybe a thriller. I guess you could say it is a growth book. Call it as you like it. It's the story of a teenage girl. She lived with her mother in Phoenix" she started to tell him the plot. It was slightly difficult however, because she hadn't yet decided the names of the characters. " Then, she goes live with her father in a rainy, gray town. She hates it. But the first day of school she sees this strange family of very pale people. They are isolated from the rest of the community. Then she socializes and fall in love with one of them, but she discover he's…" she hesitated. Suddenly her idea seemed so stupid and pointless. She knew how people reacted to…it. Edward would starts laugh at her. But, in the end, he was her editor, he had to live with it, that was the story. If he didn't like it he couldn't pick another one.
"He's…" he mocked her.
"A vampire" she said, her eyes fierce, challenging him.
He stared at her briefly "And then?" he asked looking at the banner.
"Then what?" she asked confused.
"Then what happens? They fall in love and then live happily ever after, or do they do something?" he asked her, chuckling arrogantly.
"Well, then comes the villain, I suppose" she said, lost in thought.
"You suppose?" he asked her, raising an eyebrow. "Shouldn't you know what happens?"
"I'm not at that point, yet" she said defensively.
He looked at her, straight in the eyes, as if he wanted to take something from her soul. An answer, or maybe a question.
He sighed and placed his hands on each side of the chair, a support for himself while standing up.
"It seemed like good material to me. Of course it needs some work, but I think the final product will be good " he announced.
Material? Product? Did he understand they weren't talking about food, but books, stories, feelings?
"I'm glad you find it of your taste" she said sarcastically.
He looked at her with a blank expression, probably pondering whether to ignore her or not. He decided not.
"I haven't read the draft yet, but it seems really good. You're creative" he said and then Bella thought he added "at least".
She stood there, watching him look out the huge window, on the wall in front of the door. She could she all the city from there. At least, a good part of it. Manhattan was at her feet, she liked to think.
He turned toward her, his brows furrowed.
"What are their names?" he asked.
Hell, the question she didn't have an answer for.
"I haven't decided yet" she responded simply, trying to look as if she really didn't care if he thought she was a disaster of an author for not having the names yet. It was important the editor respect the author. Like Alice did.
"Well, we just have to pick temporary ones" she covered his mouth with an hand, focused on something far way.
"Okay, the girl's name will be Isabella" he proclaimed.
"But that's my name!" she interjected.
"I know, but it'll be easier for you to write. I suppose you write in first person" he said.
"Yes" was all she could say back.
"Good" he said, "Now, all we have to do is finding a name to that vampire of ours" he said.
Then he looked at her, a malicious gleam in his eyes.
"What's he like?" he asked, his voice amused and curios.
"Well… I don't know. He's very particular. Pale, tall, but lean he's still a boy. He's very rational and mature, logical and diffident" she quickly reassumed her main character.
"Is he handsome?" he asked her.
She hadn't thought about that. Reflecting on it she would say that, yes, he was handsome. No, he was beautiful. She always read vampires had to be very good looking, like a carnivore plant which has to appeal its prey, in order to kill it.
"Yes, he's beautiful" she answered. "Why?" she really couldn't see where he was going.
"Well then, the name's settled" he grinned mischievously.
"And what would it be?" she asked, not trying to hide the irritation she felt toward that…creature.
"Edward, obviously" he said.
AN: ok i don't know if you noticed but the two of them don't like each other so much. We'll see some fireworks.
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baci
Marta
