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The princess raced down the long snaking hallways of her palace. She was angry-- no, pissed! Heads were surely going to roll.
"EDWARD!" she screamed, slamming open the door to his room. He lay across his large elegant queen bed.
"Knock, much?" he asked, setting down the maroon covered book he was holding onto his bed.
"Why didn't you warn me?" she yelled.
Prince Edward raised a thick eyebrow. "Warn you about what?"
The new servant, Jacob, sprang up from behind the princess.
"Him," she hissed through her teeth.
"Why didn't you tell me what he looked like?!" I whisper-yelled into my desk phone.
Edward let out a small laugh. "Why? Is he oh-so-dreamy?!"
"No!" I lied. "I just... it would have been nice if you had warned me! He's a total jerk!"
The line was silent, and I could tell he was smirking on the other end.
"You like him," he said finally.
Ugh! How could I like someone like... Jacob Black? I barely knew him! But he was a jerk. A jerk who I would laugh if I watched him die a painful and horrible death.
"I do not!" I bellowed into the small white phone. "He's annoying as hell!"
Jessica's assistant, Marc, stopped by my door when he heard me yelling. I waved him away with my hand, trying to cover the heat that was rushing to my face. If I were a cartoon, my face would be bright red with anger, and I didn't want to be the gossip of Mauve.
"Then why are you calling me?" he inquired.
I sighed. There was no getting through to my brother.
"You listen here, Edward Cullen," I said threateningly into my phone. "You get your pale white ass down here so I can kick it. Then, if I'm feeling merciful, I'll kill you."
I heard a gasp from the doorway and turned to see Bella standing there, her eyes wide with horror. Great. I just scared the assistant.
"Sounds like you're in trouble," Edward chuckled from the other end.
"Edwa--"
"See ya, sis," he said. I heard a click and then a long uninterrupted beep.
"EDWARD!" I screamed at the phone. "UGH!" I slammed it down on the receiver and plopped down into my chair.
Bella slowly approached my desk. "I'm sorry," she apologized. "I just... I didn't mean--I mean I just-- It was accident that I--"
"It's fine," I said, holding up a hand to silence her. "That was my brother."
She released a sigh of relief and her hand flew to her heart. "Oh, good! I thought you were making death threats!" She set a binder full of papers down on my desk. "These are some of the new designs Angela has been working on. They're actually fairly good... but who am I to say so? Anyway, Mr. Black is done with the shoot and wants to see you right away."
I stood up and straightened out my light brown silk dress. Grabbing the binder, I began issuing orders. "Very well. Call Kate Howard and tell her we will not be doing a partnership with Crimson." I began walking out of my office. "And call Fredrico. Tell him I have eight designs and I need him to work his magi and make them into clothing." Bella followed after me and took notes. "And Bella. A Slim Fast protein shake would be appreciated now-- I've had too much coffee. No need to grab it now now, but soon." She nodded and walked off to start on her work.
"Renesmee," Jacob's voice greeted me from behind. This caused me to jump and shriek.
"Goodness, Mr. Black!" I yelled. "Do you want me to have a heart attack?"
He grinned like a child. "You called me Mr. Black. I feel very official."
I rolled my eyes. "Yes, Mr. Black. That's what we do in the world of professionals. And I would appreciate it if you would call me Miss Cullen."
"Oh come on, babe," he urged. He called me "babe" just to piss me off. Well, it was working. "Live a little."
I smacked him with my pitch black binder. "Don't call me 'babe.' I am a strong, professional woman. Not some... prostitute!"
His grin grew larger, showing off his lovely cheekbones. "I'd like to see that."
I gasped and made my way down the halls. "If you're not going to behave like an adult, I'm not going to give you the time of day."
He held his arms up and yelled "Come on babe! Don't be like that!"
I spun around on my heel, very much aware of the eyes of the workers around us.
"Get back to work!" I reprimanded the very lazy workers. They straightened up and then strode off their separate ways. I took a few steps closer to Jacob, my glare set to kill.
"Considering the fact that I'm giving you a second chance," I said. "I would not push the envelope."
He rolled his eyes. "Come on. Don't you have any adventure in ya?"
I laughed. "I am a world famous fashion editor! My life is plenty exciting, thank you very much!"
He crossed his arms across his broad chest and tipped his chin at me in a challenging sort of way. "What was the last adventure you had, eh?"
I snorted nervously. "I don't have anything to explain to you."
A smirk crossed his lips. "That's because you know I'm right."
Angrily, I slammed my heel onto the floor, making it snap. I muttered a curse word and turned to go scrounge up a pair of shoes. Jacob grabbed my arm with his warm hands and spun me around to face him.
"Prove me wrong." he challenged. "Join me for a drink this evening. My treat. None of this 'Mr. Black, Miss Cullen' shit. Just you and me, Renesmee and Jake."
My eyes drifted to the ceiling, trying to hold back the snide bitchy remark I wanted so badly to make.
"As fun as that sounds," I said sarcastically. "I think I'll pass."
I stormed off down the now silent hallways, giving all of the staring workers death glares as I passed. That made them run. Once I was in the comfort of my office, I sank into my large (and rather comfortable) snowy white office chair. A sigh escaped my throat as I shut my eyes and tried to ignore the very annoying--yet insanely gorgeous-- man who just walked into my life. I was going to kill Edward once I got off of work. I already knew how, too!
"Oh. My. God!" a girl's voice squealed. The sudden sound made me jump. I looked to my door to find a petite girl with black spiky hair and a blonde girl standing wide eyed at my door. The girl with black spiky hair was bobbing up and down, clapping her tin hands in excitement. Blondie rolled her eyes and crossed her arms across her chest.
"Alice," Blondie said. "Chill. I don't see the big deal. She's not a wax figurine, you know. She's just a fashion editor. A person. Not God."
The girl with black hair, who I assumed was Alice, playfully shoved Blondie as she raced into my office, studying the designs sitting on the easels. Her minuscule ivory fingers traced over the designs, admiring each detail. Blondie followed her in, watching as Alice giggled over the designs. Wow. I didn't know Mauve's designs were that powerful.
I stood up, stabbing a finger in the girls' direction. "Who are you?" I demanded. "Don't make me call security!"
Alice stepped back, holding up her hands. Blondie rolled her eyes, once again crossing her arms over her chest in a defiant way.
"We're friends of your new intern, Bella," Blondie snapped. "I'm Rosalie, and this is Alice. We came to pick Bella up for lunch. Jeez. Why are you so testy?"
I laughed in a bitchy sort of way. "You have no idea what hell I've gone through these past few days." I stepped out from behind my desk, pointing at some of the crappier designs. "My designers keep giving me the most repulsive designs. One of them thinks they're me! And I'm tired of getting lip from people!"
Rosalie became quiet, her arms still crossed tightly across her torso. Alice looked up at me, her eyes pitiful.
"We're sorry," she apologized. "We had no idea... It's just that I'm a huge fan---"
"Alice," Rosalie said to her friend. "Let's just go find Bella."
She shot me a glare before storming out of my office, tugging Alice along with her. I turned on my computer and began digging around my messy desk for a pen. In the pen container, wrapped around a dark blue fountain pen, was a small deep purple scrap of paper. Written on it, in blue sharpie and messy handwriting that could only belong to a man, was one word.
Drinks?
"Yeah right!" I yelled at the tiny sheet of paper, ripping it up into tiny pieces. Tossing it into the trash can, I brushed back my dark brown curls. I paced out of my office, ready to kill the first person I saw. I replaced my shoes with brown flats, so I could do it without snapping a heel. Bella ran up to me, carrying a Slim Fast protein shake. I sighed and took it from her, not making any contact with her, just storming down the halls, scanning the halls for Jacob. And there he was. At the front desk, flirting with Jessica. Anger flared up inside me, heat burning up my sides and into my face.
"Jessica!" I scolded, stomping over towards her. She was in the middle of flipping her tight dark curls when she heard me. She spun around at the speed of light, stiffening a little when she caught sight of my glare.
"Considering the fact that you have yet to give me a legitimate design," I warned. "I would really be working on it, not flirting with the photographer. Understood?"
She nodded and ran off towards her office, Marc following at her heels. I turned to give Jacob a dark angry glare. He grinned impishly, relishing in the fact that I was just about to kill Jacob. Ha! Not like I would do it for him!
"What?!" I snapped.
That only make him show more teeth. "You were jealous," he accused.
A laugh escaped my mouth. I hoped he couldn't tell the hint of nervousness in it.
"I didn't want her here when I killed you," I said, my eyes narrowing.
He chuckled. "Like my note?"
My mouth dropped, anger welling up inside of me. What a jerk! "No!" I complained. "I did not! It was extremely immature, not to mention inappropriate!"
"So is that a yes?" he asked, his gaze challenging.
I stepped forward, centimeters away from him. "That," I said seductively. "is a HELL NO!" I slammed my heel down onto the top of his foot, making him leap up to grab it. I turned and whisked down the hallway, my dark curls blowing behind me.
"Feisty!" he called after me. "That's alright! I like them that way!"
Author's Note: Haha, I love Nessie and her stubborn-ness. Well, there ya go. Rosalie and Alice's introductions were in this chapter. I don't know if nervousness is a word, but... it is now! Lol. So yeah, sorry it's kinda short (for NMF standards). And the beginning is single spaced because originally I wrote part of this in a blank email and then copied and pasted into here. I couldn't fix it... sorry! It annoyed the crap out of me, but you know! I kinda like Edward in this story. Well, I loved him in the first place. But I like his character. He's very... I don't know. Fun, I guess. Lol. But I'm really excited about this story, and I hope you are too. Pass it on to a friend LOL. No, jk. You don't have to (but I'd love you forever if you did!). Next chapter by next Saturday for sure! I still have Accidentally, House of Cards, and My Missing Piece to get out. MMP more than the others, considering how bad my updating has been (sorry MMP fans!). I wanted to use another song below, but I thought of this song, and it reminded me of Jacob and Nessie. Didn't know the lyrics until just now though. They're... weird. Lol, Uptown Girl by Billy Joel! Check it out ;)
I'm gonna try for an uptown girl! She's been living in her white bread world! As long as anyone with hot blood can! And now she's looking for a downtown man. That's what I am... Reviews? Comments? Click that button!
--Lauren :D
