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One step.

Two step.

Crap.

Flinging my arms out in a desperate attempt to regain some balance I stumbled forwards. I was going to kill Rose or hide her phone, either would have the same devastating effect on her 'social life'. Glaring down at my feet I cursed the person who had ever come up with the great idea of heels.

Shuffling forwards I glanced at the stone steps before me. That was going to be a hell of a challenge. Chewing my lip with concentration I took a wobbly step upwards. I didn't feel like me. Rose's black shirt seemed to drown me, I didn't have any kind of breasts to put low cut tops to good use. I felt like a child playing dress up with her mother's clothes. The black skirt felt entirely too short to be appropriate for work but Rose had assured me that it was 'fine', hearing that word from her mouth continued to make me nervous. When Rose was involved nothing was ever 'fine'.

And then there were those dreaded stiletto heels. The damn heels that were trying to kill me. Rose knew about my clumsiness, my inability to walk properly even in flats. She could have given me a smaller heel. If I broke my neck I hoped Jasper would refuse to serve her alcohol, ever again. Smiling at the thought I let out a sigh of relief as I finally reached the top of the steps. Unsure what to do I pushed open the front door, the majestic hallway took my breath away just as it had during my last visit.

Smoothing down my hair I plastered a smile on my face before making my way towards the office. It was completely silent apart from the constant clip clop of my heels on the shiny floor. Ignoring the extravagant mirror hanging on the wall I pushed my shoulders back and then proceeded to trip into Mr Cullen's waiting room and what was to be my office. Dread seeped into my blood as my eyes gazed over the piles of paperwork and sticky notes on the desk which I knew to be mine.

"Mr Cullen?" My voice was hesitant, almost childlike. Clearing my throat I narrowed my eyes at his closed office door, either he was ignoring me or he was late. A smirk appeared on my face as I remembered him telling me that he didn't appreciate 'tardiness.' Apparently that rule was for his employees only. Well, I couldn't just wait around for him to appear and tell me what to while probably scolding me on my lack of 'common sense or initiative.' I blushed at the thought.

Gingerly I made the way towards my desk, it seemed overly excessive to have something so grand for a measly PA. Sinking into the leather chair behind it I instantly kicked off Rose's damn shoes. My heart dropped as I once again gazed over the mess cluttering up my desk, hopefully his old PA had some sort of system which would be easy to figure out.

Just over a hour later I was certain his old employee had been completely incompetent. Her overly lavish handwriting was a flurry of nonsense and it was clear from the dates on some of the forms around me that she had obviously been too busy painting her nails to get much work done. Loosening the top button on my shirt I wiped a bead of sweat from my forehead. It was blazing hot. Tossing another old invitation for Mr Cullen in the trash can I got to my feet and stretched my arms above my head. Jake had always joked about my ability to sit still for such long periods of time, it was only after he was gone that it had begun to bother me. Instead of sitting in a stuffy office I wanted to feel the wind in my hair and the sun on my face.

With my shoes off I padded around the edge of my desk, my hand stroking the expensive wood. Reaching the large window I pursed my lips as I examined how to open it. My eyes widened as I saw the handle right at very top. How the hell was any normal sized person supposed to reach that? Grabbing an elastic band off my desk I gathered all my hair into a messy bun at the back of my head as I clambered clumsily up onto the window ledge. Panting loudly I stood right up onto the tips of my toes as I reached desperately for the handle. It was still too fucking far away. Fanning myself briefly with my hand I reached up once more. There was no chance.

"Miss Swan?"

Clutching at my chest I let out a scream at the sound of the familiar, clipped voice.

"M-Mr Cullen?" I stuttered caught unaware. His narrowed emerald eyes seemed to glint a little in amusement as they flickered between the unopened window and my dishevelled appearance. It was almost becoming the norm for me to make an idiot of myself in front of him. I wanted nothing more than to hit my head repeatedly off the window, maybe it would have knocked some well needed sense into me.

"I was just-" In an attempt to explain I threw my hand dramatically towards the window. Mr Cullen's mouth curled up almost mockingly at the sides as his eyes flashed over me once more., "It was warm you see and I-"

"Get me coffee and phone Mr Jenks to arrange an urgent meeting in response to the mishaps in his contract." With that he turned on his heel without a backwards glance. My heart squeezed in my chest. He was so damn arrogant and rude and so god damned sexy. Annoyed, I attempted to shake the thought from my head.

"Oh and," Mr Cullen didn't turn around as he spoke, "speak to Sam about opening the window, it's not really prudent for my PA to be clambering around the office in her bare feet Miss Swan." My face flushed an even deeper red as he slammed the door in my face. How lovely.

Scrambling down from the window ledge I grabbed a pen frantically writing down what he had just barked at me before I forgot.

Coffee.

Where the hell was I supposed to get coffee? There had to be some sort of kitchen somewhere. Just to spite Mr Cullen I kept my shoes off as I walked out of the office. Stepping out of the confinements of the office I realised I had absolutely no idea where to go. I let out a squeak of fear as someone sneezed nearby, following the sound I smiled. Having someone else around sure made things easier.

A woman was on her knees scrubbing furiously at the floor. No wonder they were always so clean, I wondered if she'd volunteer to come and clean my tiny apartment, it was in desperate need of a little love and cleanliness.

"Excuse me?" I murmured, my voice sounded tiny in comparison to my large surroundings. I couldn't hold back a small gasp as the woman turned to face me. She was the kind of the girl I had always been envious of in high school. Her heart shaped face was framed by a cascade of shiny black hair, I imagined she would have been one of the sought after people once. Three scars dragged down the right side of her face and disappeared underneath the loose, yellow shirt that she wore. But somehow she still managed to look beautiful, that she belonged.

"Hello," one half of her mouth tilted upwards in a welcoming smile as she wiped her soapy hands on her trousers before standing up to greet me, "You must be the infamous Bella. Emmet says Mr Cullen has been muttering about you for the past two days."

"Emmet?" That was the only piece of information I seemed to be able to grasp.

"Emmet is Mr Cullen's driver, if he's not working you'll probably find him in the gym. I'm Emily, the cook and cleaner of the place and then there's Sam," Emily seemed to glance wistfully towards one of the extensive windows before turning back to me, "he's the gardener and all around handy guy. And then there's you."

"And then there's me," I murmured wondering once again how I had ended up where I was. My life was almost the script for some bad television drama.

"I'm guessing," Emily tilted her head to the side as she examined me, "that Mr Cullen wants his coffee and you have no idea what kind or where to get it."

"Am I that obvious?" I wondered aloud.

"I've just worked here a long time that's all and Mr Cullen is sure to be in a bad mood this morning," she picked up the bucket of water she had been using as she turned once again to face me, "Follow me, I'll show you where everything is. So far you seem a lot nicer than that blonde bimbo that he hired last time."

"He probably just wanted to screw her," I muttered under my breath as we passed back by my office, we heard Mr Cullen's raised voice from inside his own office. Emily didn't even bat an eyelash.

"You know, he isn't a bad man," Emily glanced up at me as we continued to walk in silence, "He's just been under a lot of stress lately and the press is giving him a hard time. Although no wonder after last nights shenanigans stumbling out of a nightclub at three in the morning with yet another girl on his arm." She tutted with obvious annoyance as we entered the kitchen, shining just like everywhere else. A sour taste had entered my mouth at the thought of some girl grabbing onto Edward's arm as he laughed at something she said.

"This place is huge," I said in an attempt to distract myself. I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that one man wanted so much space, didn't he ever get lonely?

"It sure is," Emily smile softly, "Feel free to eat anything from in here, most of it ends up going home with me because it never gets eaten before it goes out of date. I keep telling him to order less because he hardly ever eats in but he just doesn't listen." It sounded remotely like Emily and Mr Cullen were actually on friendly, speaking terms, the idea sounded almost foreign to me. He just seemed to know how to wind me up almost effortlessly.

"Emily, there you are!"

Not turning around for a second I had the satisfaction of seeing Emily's cheeks grow pink in pleasure. Hiding my smile behind my hand I watched as the man that made Emily blush so easily stepped into view. The first thing I noticed was his height, he seemed to make Emily seem so tiny just by standing beside her. His kind brown eyes immediately sought out Emily before glancing at me, the adoration on his face was plain to see. Emily looked shyly down at the ground before sending a look my way, I knew that look, it was the 'help' look that Rose had often sent my way but in this case I didn't understand why Emily wanted to be saved.

"You must be…Sam?" I guessed remembering Emily's earlier wistful look out of the window. His copper skin was almost the colour of mud when it shines in the sun, he reminded me of Jake a little, the outdoory persona that just seemed to radiate from him. I swallowed a painful lump in my throat.

"Yeah," he grinned at me, "And you must be the famous Bella who verbally assaulted my boss in his very own office, I should probably dislike you for that but he has been an ass lately."

"Sam!" Emily scolded as she handed me a mug of steaming coffee. Sam smiled in guilt before pulling Emily into a one sided hug.

"He likes it frothy with a lot of milk and two sugars, he has a sweet tooth," Emily told me quietly, "I'll make a list of what his regular clients usually drink as well if you want?" I wanted to kiss her, I wanted to throw her up in the air and dance for joy.

"You are a life saver," I told her before glancing up at the clock and realising how long I had been gone, "but I need to go before he fires me on day one." Emily giggled.

"You intrigue him too much for that. Sam, can you open the window in Bella's office. And I'm making lasagne for dinner if any of you want some." With that she left the room leaving me and Sam to stare after her.

Less than five minutes later I stood in front of Mr Cullen's door, the mug was burning my hands. Counting to ten I tried to build up the courage to go in.

"He'll be mad if you let that get cold," Sam spoke up from his position beside the window. Taking a deep breath I knocked once before opening the door. Mr Cullen didn't even look up, his eyes were darkened in anger as he shouted into the phone.

"He has made inquires with the Denalis?" he shouted into the phone, I flinched as I took a step forwards, "Why does he not show up to the bar? He says he is busy but I have invited him several times."

There was a pause, during which time Mr Cullen raised his head enough to glare at me. Coffee sloshed over the side of the mug, burning my hand as I hurried forward and placed it on his desk.

"Tom Weber is playing me and I don't like it. We need this deal, his company is global for fucks sake. We cant let Tanya win this one or else Cullen Inc is in serious trouble."

Shutting his office door behind me I leant against it and let out a deep breath. I wondered if I would ever get used to the striking emerald colour of his eyes? Probably not. Going back to my desk I sifted through the piles of papers until I found what I was looking for. I knew I had recognised the name.

There was an invitation for Mr Cullen to a charity event hosted by Angela Weber. It was too much of a coincidence, surely she must have some relation to the 'Tom Weber' that Mr Cullen was shouting about. Looking at his diary for the night I noticed he already had a meeting with prospective clients at a bar, but it was a regular thing, surely he wouldn't be missed for one night.

With shaking hands I removed the entry and pencilled in the charity event instead and then emailed Emmet to let him know the change in plans. Lounging backwards in my seat I only hoped I had made the right choice. Surely Tom Weber would be there. Or else, I may just have lost my job. Great.

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