My Way Or The Highway
EPOV
The following day I sat in my leather chair and finished of some paper work. A knock on the door caught my attention. Glancing over at the security cameras I saw it was Emmett and I called him in.
He walks in with a smirk, I look at him expectantly and he caves in. "You'll never believe who just came in asking for a job?"
"Who?" I ask, bored.
He slumps down on to the seat across me. "Charlie's kid!"
My eyebrows raise in surprise. "Charlie? As in Charlie Swan?"
He nods his head with a grin. "The one and only,"
My eyebrows furrow in confusion. "What's his kid doing asking for a job here?"
He shrugs his shoulders, "That's what had me thinking. I don't think she knows about her fathers involvement with us..." He trails off looking thoughtful.
I think back to the research I did on Charlie a few months back. I briefly looked over his daughter. Twenty one year old, Isabella Marie Swan. Her mother dumped her on her father a year after she was born and took off in to the open world.
From what I remember reading, Isabella was the model daughter. She maintained a perfect GPA in high school and graduated College with honours in English Literature.
So the question at hand is, why would such an academically driven young women come to my club out of all places for a job? 'Eclipse' has a reputation to hold as the best exotic nightclub in the city.
That's right, an exotic club. Strippers, pole dancers, you name it, we got it. Why Isabella wanted a job here was beyond me. I guess the only way to find out is to speak to her one on one.
"Is she still here?" I asked, snapping Emmett out of his daze. He nodded his head in acknowledgement. "Great, bring her in. I want to speak to her," His eyes grew light with amusement as he turned to leave.
Minutes later he re-entered the room with a small brunette in tow. So this is Isabella?
My oh my. Isn't she a catch...
I flashed her a crooked grin and motioned for her to sit. Emmett lingered behind her, I gave him a pointed look and he left the room with a pout. Sometimes I question if having Emmett on the team is even sensible.
Isabella sipped on a Cosmopolitan as she sat. Really a cocktail? Whoever drinks such a girly drink has no balls to work in this place.
I extended my hand and introduced myself, laying the charm on thick. "Miss Swan, I'm Edward Cullen - owner of this club your in." She slipped her hand in mine, her soft finger brushing against my skin.
"Call me Bella," She replies and gives my hand a firm shake.
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