A/N – I have absolutely no idea where this is going.

You've got to be kidding me

Chapter Three – Broken Elevators and Personal Assistants

As Bella prepared for her interview, she couldn't concentrate. Her résumé was spread out across the floor, her keys and her phone hidden beneath a pillow and her hair was in curlers.

I don't know if I can do this. Bella thought morosely. After her new friend Jacob Black's bout the night before Bella had worried if she was near good enough for Masen Incorporated. Business jerks, and big-shots, Jacob had referred to them as.

'Hurry up Bella; you're going to be late!' Alice urged.

Bella glanced at the clock, 'I have an hour Alice! It'll only take me 10 minutes to drive there, I have plenty of time.'

Alice looked at her unsmiling, 'You'll find that when you have time to spare, you clear your head and think with your brain and not your emotions.'

Bella picked up her things and Alice took the curlers out of her hair.

Bella, being an easygoing person, 'All right, whatever helps you sleep at night,' she walked out the door, briefcase in hand.

~*~*~*~*~

With simple elegance the naturally clumsy brunette walked into the enormous headquarters of M.I. without tripping once.

She spoke to the secretary who directed her towards the elevator and simply said, 'Go up.'

As the plump oriental woman started to walk away Bella stopped her, 'Wait, how far up? And where to from there?'

'All of the way, there is only one place to go after that,' she turned and waddled off.

'Well then, up it is.' Bella said as she pushed the upper button near the elevator doors.

When the elevator arrived Bella stepped in. She skimmed over the floor numbers on the key pad and noticed that the top floor was a pent-house, and the woman had said to go 'all of the way'.

Bella hesitated and then pushed the button.

About halfway up, there was a terrible screeching noise. Bella, being alone in the elevator shrunk to the floor.

The elevator jerked to a stop. To Bella, the elevator seemed to be closing in on her.

Bella reached into her briefcase and pulled out her mobile phone. No service.

'You've got to be kidding me. Oh no.' Bella wailed.

She scanned the elevator to look for an emergency phone, or a button. Bella finally found what she was looking for in the control panel on the floor.

Bella shakily picked up the cherry red phone-device and spoke, 'Hello...hello! I'm in the elevator. Help me, help.'

The elevator lights flickered and went out. Bella began to sob, 'Please help me, it's stuck, and dark, please.'

A voice spoke back, 'Hello?'

'Oh my goodness, please help me! I'm stuck in an elevator and its dark, get me out!' Bella wailed.

'Give me your name, your business here and the floor number your elevator is stuck at,' a man said.

'I-I'm Isabella Swan, I came for a j-job interview, and uh, 12,' she quivered, 'please help me, get me out.'

'Calm down ma'am, we're working on it,' The man replied, 'You seem to be stuck between floors 12 and 13 because of a strange ledge coming off of floor 12 has caught on the cables. There is no way to let you come down; you must go up, alright?'

'A-alright.' Bella managed.

'We're going to send you up slowly, to avoid mishap, keep us aware of what's going on you are our eyes and our ears here.'

'Okay, got it.' Bella said, regaining confidence.

'Here we go.' The man said.

The elevator jolted and began rising at a slow pace, 'It's going up, slowly,' Bella informed.

'So far so good.'

It took 30 minutes to ascend the last 10 floors, but better slow than never.

When a dazed Bella gladly ran out of the elevator she ran into some one and fell on the floor.

Firefighters and people in business suits surrounded her as she apologized and assured everyone she was fine.

A man swooped down over her and set her upright, 'There you go,' he said with an evasive, velvety voice.

'Thank you,' Bella said to an undeniably gorgeous man.

'Oh it's no problem, you must've had quite a scare there,' the man replied.

'Could you direct towards where the job interviews take place?' Bella asked.

'Ah, come with me,' he led her out of the elevator lobby and through a large exquisitely carved door into some sort of an office.

Bella sat in a plush khaki chair in front of marvelous desk.

The gorgeous man sat behind the desk and said, 'Well, I usually don't do the interviews personally, but one can't hurt.'

Bella handed him her perfected résumé and began to explain her career goals and past perspectives on certain jobs. He would ask her questions and she would answer the best she could. It was the longest interview of her life, it lasted just under 2 ½ hours.

'Well Miss Swan, that was a very impressive interview overall.'

'Thank you, I sure hope I get a job,' Bella said as she turned, walking towards the staircase.

'Wait, Miss Swan!' The man yelled.

Bella turned on her heel, 'Yes?'

'Welcome to Masen Incorporated, you work for me now,' the man smirked.

Bella looked flustered, 'Oh well, uh, thank you. Mr. Masen?'

'No, no Mr. Masen was my father's name, well and mine for business meetings. You can call me Edward.'

'Oh well, Mr. er, Edward thank you so much for the job, but what exactly am I supposed to do answer phones, file papers?' Bella asked.

'No, no, what do personal assistants usually do?' Edward grinned and walked off leaving Bella baffled.

A/N – That was not what I had in mind, but whatever.