AN: Hey I'm back again. First, a thanks to everyone who reviewed =) you make me happy and encourage me to write more. Next, I'm hoping to find a beta for this story. More details in the ending note. Enjoy!

February 15th

Being the CEO of the Sheraton had its advantages, Edward decided. A quick look-up into the database confirmed that the girl he had met yesterday was living in the Sheraton, sixth floor, standard single. His staff had raised eyebrows at his inquiry (behind his back, of course), but he waved off the speculation expressionlessly.

February 18th

Edward tapped his fingers on his desk incessantly as the man in front of him made the call.

"Yes," the man was saying, "we have heard a complaint on your behalf about the room." He paused a little, his eyes straying to his 'big boss', and paled. "Yes, we would like to move you into the suite." Pause. "No, we will cover all extra expenses." The man was sweating now, glancing nervously at 'big boss' as if to confirm that they will. A hint of a nod was his only reply. "W-we will send someone down to help you pack and move immediately, or at your convenience." Pause. "Yes, we thank you for your business. Good day, miss."

"Well?"

"She's all set to move into her new suite, and assured that she is not responsible for the difference, Mr. C-cullen," the man answered as he put the receiver back with trembling hands.

Edward turned to look at the window behind him. He fingered a little card in his pocket. The cursed little piece of plastic was giving him such trouble. So he didn't seem to have the courage to seek her out and return it to her, but he could make up the delay in its return through other means… she did say that the walls were too thin…

February 20th

Edward turned the card over in his hand. Isabella Marie Swan, it said. It also had a lot of other miscellaneous information, such as height, weight, hair color, and a rather unflattering picture of the girl. He glared at the door in front of him. A neat plate bearing a happy-looking 642 mocked him.

Of course, he didn't feel right leaving the driver's license of the girl from that coffee shop at the front desk. He also couldn't bear sending any of the staff up. He wanted to return it to her himself, and thank her for her company on an otherwise dull, vapid day. He only hoped she hadn't thought him an idiot. Honestly, asking her how she was doing on a Sunday morning when it was Saturday. She had been kind not to tease… if she had noticed…

He raised his hand to the buzzer, about to press it when a faraway door clicked open and closed, and voices began to drift. Admitting his fourth defeat, he clutched the card a little tighter, waved to the cleaning lady who had began her rounds, and left. He wondered if Bella knew about her lost driver's license. She must be extremely worried by now. Maybe he should leave the cursed little card with the front desk after all.

February 22nd

Edward stomped off the elevator into the main lobby of the Sheraton. His shoes skidded on the newly polished floor; he caught himself before it became apparent that he almost fell. His mood was unpleasant. The cursed little driver's license of a woman he'd only met once was proving to be his downfall. He had no idea why it was so hard to return it, why he didn't feel right to anything. His business trip here was to sign some contracts and make arrangements to move the main operations to Seattle, but that was proving all the more difficult because of the cursed card.

He just entered the revolving door when a strangely familiar yet unfamiliar voice called out to him.

"Mr. Edward! Please wait!" He turned. It was the woman from the coffee shop running – no, sliding – across the lobby towards him. The next second she collided with him, the momentum knocked him back into the revolving door. His head banged against one wing, causing it to move. The other wing swung around to hit her head.

A synchronized "ow" was heard.

She muttered a quiet sorry and stood up, rubbing her head. He mimicked her actions. "Are you alright?" she asked. He hn'd in reply. "Good." She patted away invisible dust. "Have you, by chance, seen my driver's license?"

"Aren't you so chippy on a Saturday morning." Edward wanted to die. It was Sunday, not Saturday!

"Says pot to kettle." She seemed not to notice his fib, but then her eyebrows did raise…

He breathed a sigh of relief when she said nothing more. He dug the cursed card from his pocket and handed it over. "I might have a concussion from that hit, but here's your card. I've been trying to find you."

"You probably could have left it with the front desk."

"I wanted to thank you." She cocked her head, confused. "You paid for my coffee that day, even though you shouldn't have…"

"Oh." Bella blinked. "You're welcome. Thanks for returning my license. And sorry for the run-in."

He wanted to say something more, but she was already gone. That was when he noticed dozens of speculating eyes on him. Flicking away invisible dirt, he barked a "I don't pay you to stare!" and stomped away, crookedly smiling. Now that the cursed little card was gone, he felt so much lighter.

So, as said in the beginning note, I am hoping to find a beta reader/idea-bouncer for this story. Because I don't know exactly how the plot is going to turn out, or even what I want the "conflict" of the story to revolve around, I'm hoping to find someone who wouldn't mind a few (or a lot) of spoilers to this story, and to correct some grammar mistakes I tend to make. If you're interested, please leave me a pm.

As always, please review =) -Cathy