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Chapter 4 - Bella POV

As soon as we arrived at the airport, Jasper slid out of the car to go into the terminal to get my ticket and passports confirmed and ready. Alice squeezed into the backseat with me and hugged me tight. Both our eyes had glassed over with tears. I wasn't ready to say goodbye to my old life, or Alice. I didn't want a fancy new job in a posh city. I didn't want to live or work with a complete stranger.

A male stranger. I shuddered at the thought. He could be some pervy old man who takes in young girls and then rapes them.

Gah! Stop worrying!

Alice was still holding me in a vice-like hug. I uncurled her fingers from my shirt and gave her a watery smile. She attempted to smile back but ended up crying harder.

"Don't worry about me, Al," I whispered. She sniffled and wiped her eyes. She had (cleverly) not worn any mascara today. God forbid!

"How c-can I not w-worry about my b-best friend?" She wailed.

"Your moving s-so far away, and I-I'm gonna miss you so much," She sobbed into my shoulder. My lips clamped together to stop myself from sobbing out loud.

"Alice, I'll miss you too. Of course I will. But I'll be OK, you know me. Sure, I-I'll miss you and the diner and Sam and…everything," I sniffed. I would miss Forks. I would miss the rain. I would miss my loving, erratic, harebrained best friend. And her new sort-of boyfriend.

Alice suddenly grabbed her handbag and started to rummage through it. I watched curiously as her hands scrabbled to the bottom of her never-ending black hole. She finally wrenched her hands free and held up an iPhone 5.

What?

She thrust it in my direction.

"Bella, I got this for you," She said, almost shyly. I frowned.

"I-I thought we could use it for Face-time and…keeping in touch better," She looked up at me with pleading eyes. I just had a bog-standard flip up cell phone. No touch screens, or anything fancy. She placed the phone into my hands.

"No, Alice!" I ranted "It's too much. I can't accept this!" I thrust the phone back at her. She grimaced.

"Please Bella? Please, I just need to be able to see you every day, and the iPhone can provide that service," She laughed sadly. My mouth turned up into a grim smile.

"Alice, I do have a phone," I said quietly. She shook her head.

"No, you have an ancient artifact from hundreds of years ago!" She exaggerated. My shoulders shrugged. So did my eyebrows.

"It's not 'ancient'," I grumbled "It's simple. And I like simple."

"Just take it Bella," Alice scowled at me, giving me her best Teacher face.

"Fine!" I huffed, snatching the phone that she had in her outstretched hand. It was…OK looking…I suppose.

"I will never forgive you, pixie," My face pouted at her. She simply laughed, wiping at stray tears.

"You will," She said confidently. Alice turned in her seat to face the window.

"Here's Jasper coming back," She said sadly, quietly. My face turned grim and my eyes began to water again. Alice dug some tissues out of her handbag. We quickly dabbed at our swollen eyes just before Jasper opened the back door.

"OK girls, lets get movin'," He flashed a smile at Alice who was still wiping away the evidence of crying.

"I've taken all your bags through the terminal and your ticket and passport is ready to go," He said quietly, aware that this was a tough moment for me and Alice. I was about to leave. I've never left the state before.

Ever. And I didn't want to. Stuff this new life, new job, new boss. I wanted Sam as my Boss. I wanted Alice as my co-worker and best friend. I wanted Forks as my home.

Me and Alice climbed out of the back and immediately hugged one another. I fought back tears and bit my lip really hard. Jasper stepped to the other side of the car and leaned against it. I don't think either of us realized how hard this was going to be. Alice latched onto my neck again and I hugged her back with the same enthusiasm.

"Bella you can't go," Alice whispered, sniffling into my hair. Ew. I pulled back and flicked my hair out of the way.

"I don't want to leave you Alice, but this is what Charlie wanted," I whispered, looking up into the blue sky, fighting back tears. When we finally broke apart we were both full on crying. Jasper came round to us and told us my flight was leaving in fifteen minutes. We simply nodded, dumbstruck by how fast this was all happening. Alice was still bawling and I was trying to calm down.

Don't want to be red-eyed getting on a public plane.

"Don't worry Bella," Jasper said to me. "I'll get Ms Brandon here, back home safely," He winked as he put his arm around Alice's shoulder.

They are so perfect together.

I thought to myself. Alice smiled slightly at his simple gesture.

"Well, I better go," I bit my lip and moved to hug Alice once more.

"I'll be back in a week, Alice, just remember that," My lips trembled as I voiced the simple words. Alice nodded into my shoulder.

"I can't wait that long!" She wailed. " I need my BFF here, with me," She pouted. I was heartbroken, but I didn't have a choice.

I waved and waved until I couldn't see Alice or Jasper anymore as I walked through the doors of the terminal. I looked around the terminal.

Then I realized something. I didn't know what flight to get on! Shit! My body spun around frantically searching for the answer. My eyes landed on something in the near distance.

A huge, bulk of a guy was standing near a flight gate holding a sign that said BELLA SWAN in large, black capitals. What the hell? I walked over to this Incredible Hulk look-alike and smiled timidly. He quirked a large, bushy eyebrow at me.

"Can I help you Miss?" He said in a booming voice that shook right through me. I shivered and squared my shoulders.

"Um…I'm Bella Swan?" I gestured to his large sign. He smirked and flashed me a toothy grin.

"Prove it," He challenged me simply. Oh great. How the fuck am I supposed to do that?

Light bulb moment!

I fumbled in my jean pockets for my phone. I internally groaned. I only had my new iPhone. Alice had confiscated my 'ancient artifact'. My head glanced at the Hulk for a second. He was still giving me that damn smirk.

My fingers eventually unlocked the iPhone and a message flashed up onto the home screen.

Welcome, Bella Swan!

Yes! I punched the air and then remembered Hulk was scrutinizing me. I blushed fiercely and held the phone out for his inspection. He peered at the message and his grin grew wider, if that was possible.

"Well, Ms Swan. We meet at last," He said like some scary villain in one of those leather chairs. He dropped the sign in the trash can and held out his humongous hand to me. I shook it carefully, while he almost crushed my hand.

"The names Emmett, squirt. I'm here to assist you to Mr Cullen's place and your flight," He grinned. I groaned. Great. Squirt?!

"Nice to meet you…Emmett…Just call me Bella, none of this 'Ms Swan' crap." I told him seriously. He guffawed.

"Oh girl, I like you already. We are gonna be buddies," He said, sounding much like a teenage girl with a deep voice. His laughter was contagious and I ended up laughing too.

"Well, Bella," He said with emphasis and a cheesy grin, "Lets go before our asses miss that flight," With that he turned on his heel and began walking out through the gate towards our flight. I had to scurry after him to keep up.

We made it to our flight just in time. The blonde, orange-faced, flight attendant gave us a filthy look as we made our way to the first class part of the plane.

"First class?" I blurted out. Emmett shrugged and gave me his signature smirk.

"Yup," He said "Problem?" He added, cheekily. I huffed and plopped down into my expensive, cream leather seat. He fished out his BlackBerry and began typing at mega speed. Laughter bubbled up inside me as his sausage-fingers typed away easily on such tiny keys. He raised his eyebrows at me again and I laughed out loud.

"Something funny, Bella?" He challenged. My laughter stopped. I scowled at him and folded my arms. He enjoyed annoying me I was sure of it!

"Yes, you annoy me," I said, frankly. Emmett simply smirked at me.

"Well squirt, get used to me because you and I are going to be seeing each other a lot more, as I also work for Mr Cullen," He told me. Great.

"Quit calling me squirt!" I whisper-yelled at him. He held his hands up in mock-surrender.

"Whoa, Bella, whats got your panties in a twist all of a sudden?" He laughed. I scowled and curled my legs up in front of me. I laid my head on my knees and shielded my face with a curtain of my hair. Tears pricked in my eyes. I missed Charlie more than ever and I felt so alone. My new life was going to be a lonely, hard one.

I stayed unbearably quiet for the next fifteen minutes. Even Emmett had stopped trying to make conversation. My misery almost drowned me.

"Squir…I mean, Bella?" Hulk asked me timidly. I turned my head slightly, letting my hair fall back so I could see him. He looked nervous. "Um…I'm sorry Bella, for what I said. I understand that I overstepped he line," He fiddled with a thread on his jacket. I smiled wanly at him.

"Hey, it's cool. I'm just…sensitive and confused at the moment. I shouldn't have went into shut-down mode on you," Sincerity ran through my voice. I hoped. Emmett turned his face into a small grin. I wiggled myself upright and turned to face him once more.

For the next hour of our flight I decided to bombard him with questions about my new life. I deserved to know after all.

"So, who is the infamous 'Mr Cullen'?" I quoted. Emmett cleared his throat and told me.

"Mr Cullen is the boss, technically. He is a famous accountant in New York and is insanely rich," Emmett said with a far off look in his eyes. "He is America's most eligible bachelor, but doesn't seem to take much interest in women," He smirked and continued. "I'm his personal bodyguard," He said proudly whilst jerking his thumb at himself. I laughed. "I keep him safe from mobs and shit," More giggles escaped me.

Mobs and shit. I don't know why that was funny, but it was.

"So, what's my job consist of? I don't think I can fight off 'mobs and shit'," My fingers did air quotations. Emmett doubled over laughing.

"Haha! Don't worry, that's strictly my job. You ain't gettin' no money for doing my job," He joked. As if. "Anyway," He continued after his laughter had died down. "You're job is to be Mr Cullen's personal assistant," He informed me. He had to be joking. Like managing paperwork and dogshit like that? No way was that happening.

"Like paperwork? I can't do that sort of stuff, sorry," I apologized grimly.

"No, like, you'll attend his business meetings and parties with him and ensure his desk is clean and inform him of his daily schedule."

"But…I have nothing to wear to business meetings and parties. I have jeans and shirts and…servant type clothes," I said, embarrassed. I hadn't thought that I would have needed such finery. Emmett laughed again.

"Hey, don't sweat. My girlfriend, Rosalie, will help you with all that kind of stuff. You and her are gonna be friends, I can tell," He said smugly. Frowning, I crossed my legs and read the posters on the walls. Emmett chuckled beside me.

"So what's Mr Cullen's real name?" I asked innocently. Emmett's chuckles turned into a grimace.

"I'm not really supposed to tell you but…" He leaned over the armrest.

"His full name is Edward Anthony Masen Cullen, but never, ever call him by his first name. Unless he gives you his permission of course," He said seriously enough.

"OK, point taken," My inner self really wanted to annoy this Mr Edward. But, on the other hand I wanted to at least see him before I got fired.

We landed safely at La Guardia airport. On the way off the plane the blonde flight attendant started up a goodbye speech.

"Thank you for flying with Virgin Airlines. Please come again soon!" She said in an annoying high-pitched, nasal voice. Typical. Emmett sauntered out into the terminal and flicked on a pair of dark sunglasses.

What was with these guys and sunglasses? Jeez, it's like they're the Men In Black. In real life and were not allowed to see their eyes. I had to scurry along after Emmett to match his Hulk-sized steps. He lead me out through the bustle of the terminal and outside to the reserved vehicle area. A member of staff handed him a set of keys and he strode over to a shiny, black Mercedes.

Well, shit. More posh cars. I missed my rusty, old truck. Emmett slid into the drivers seat and I positioned myself in the passenger seat.

"Ready to go, Ms Swan?" He said in an awful impression of an English accent.

"Yep," I answered. "Time to face the music," I muttered, too low for Emmett to hear.

Emmett sped down the highway towards New York. Buildings and urban societies past us in a blur and before I knew it we were driving through Central New York. Skyscrapers towered hundreds of meters above us and yellow taxi cabs honked and swerved in and out of the busy traffic. There was music and noise everywhere and so much color! I opened the window and leaned my head out.

Even the air smelt different. Not in a bad way. Just different. I could smell hot dogs and hamburgers. I could smell the crisp smell of newspapers and cafe's. We drove through Times Square. I openly gawked at how busy and bright it was. Everything was big, glamorous and exciting here. I was used to small, scruffy and boring.

I am never going to fit in here.

For once, my inner voice was speaking sense.

The car sped onwards towards the outer skirts of the city.

"Liking it so far, squirt?" Emmett broke me out of my trance. I was too excited and hyped up to even tell him off for calling me squirt yet again.

"Yeah, its very different. But, surprisingly, I like it so far!" I practically squealed. God, I was turning into Alice. That thought made me slump in my seat. Alice would love it here. It was shopping heaven. I decided not to dwell on it as I would definitely get her over here with my first wages. That made me smile.

"How much further?" I asked, sitting up in my seat.

"Not too far, just down this private road here on the right and then we're there," Emmett gestured to an almost invisible entrance on the right side of the road. If he hadn't have told me it was there, I would have assumed we were going to drive straight into a tree and become a Mercedes pretzel. Emmett maneuvered the car easily down the narrow driveway.

It was shadowed on both sides by huge, oak trees. The sun was faintly shining through the leaves, making the whole place sparkle with light.

The trees eventually petered out and we started to roll along a gravel driveway. At the end of the driveway stood a huge, magnificent mansion. There was no other way to describe it. I was speechless. I sat up even straighter and fiddled with the hem of my tatty, old shirt. Wanting to look decent for such an extravagant place. Emmett laughed quietly beside me.

"Impressive, huh?" He understated.

"Wow," I breathed out. This place was so beautiful! The house itself was made out of old, grey stone and must have cost a fortune. Which the owner had, of course. The side of the building had a huge garage and the front gardens were simply perfect. Lush green lawns rolled out like carpets in front of the house and gave it even more character.

Mr Edward obviously loves and cares for his property dearly, and I can't say I blame him. The car was pulled up outside the front, wrought iron gates. Emmett jumped out the minute the engine stopped and proceeded to go to the trunk of the car to grab my luggage. My head raised upwards to stare at the beautiful whirls and patterns of the gates.

Shaking my head, I got out of the car and gently shut the door. Emmett insisted he could manage all my baggage without a problem. That guy was strong. He put all my stuff into the garage while I waited by the car.

I raised my eyes to the house again and peered at the windows. Beautiful, just like the rest of the house. I thought I saw one white curtain twitch slightly, but I dismissed it, thinking it was my imagination. Emmett walked me up to the looming gates and pressed a small button on an intercom and the side of the gates.

"Hello?" Said a crackly, female voice.

"Emmett McCarty, here with Mr Cullen's new Personal Assistant," He called back into the mystery voice.

"Come on in!" The friendly-sounding, female voice answered. Well, I hope it was friendly.

We walked through the gates as they creaked open. They clinked shut behind us and I suddenly felt trapped in such a beautiful place. The oak-wood doors opened and revealed a tall, brunette woman standing on the other side, waiting to greet us. She nodded at Emmett and positively beamed at me.

"Welcome, Bella isn't it? I've heard so much about you!" The brunette said in a happy, calming voice. She held out her hand. I took it timidly.

"I'm Angela Weber, I'm the front desk secretary," She introduced. She had a kind face, and wore nice, simple white glasses that framed her eyes perfectly.

"I'm Bella Swan, as you know," I started, shyly "Um…it's nice to be here. Its really beautiful," I smiled at her. She smiled back, gently.

"Hey Ange," Emmett interrupted. Angela grinned back at him. "I'll leave you to settle Bella in, I've gotta go see Rosie. She's sent me about five-hundred messages in the last hour," He winked, turned and began walking down the polished, marble-floored lobby. "Duty calls!" He shouted over his shoulder. Me and Angela laughed and walked towards the front desk.

"Okay, I have everything you need right here," Angela said, handing me a black file that felt heavy. I groaned internally.

"Your job is to inform Mr Cullen of his schedule each day at precisely nine am sharp," She looked sympathetically at me "I wouldn't be late if I were you," She said quietly and continued "His schedules for the next month are all in that black file in chronological order," She pointed to the file. Great. Well, at least I was somewhat organized. For the next month.

Angela's voice broke me out of my thoughts. "Your schedules are in there too, along with the addresses and phone numbers of anyone that Mr Cullen thinks you need to know of. There is a diary in there also, for you to write down your own events and dates," She pointed out helpfully.

My smile was small as she kept talking. "Oh, and there is a list of what you need to do for Mr Cullen each day, like what times and how he wants his coffee, how he likes his desk cleaned and where to put anything that you may find lying around, away," Angela sat down at her desk and pulled open a drawer. She handed me a large, brown, envelope. "This is all the money you will need for the coffee's, petrol, and any meals you may want to purchase when out in New York city," She smiled again as I took the envelope tenderly. It weighed a lot and I assumed I was being trusted with a lot of money.

"Um…Thanks. I'm not used to having this much information…or money in my possession," I told her. Angela smiled carefully. I could tell we were going to be friends.

"If you need new copies of the schedules or any more money, come the start of each month, just come to me and I will have them in my possession," She stated. My head nodded and I bit my lip, fingering the envelope and file. She stood up and gently squeezed my shoulder.

"Hey, it's ok, you'll get used to everything soon enough. I'll help you, and if you need anything just come to me. I'm happy to help you, Bella," She said kindly. I smiled and nodded nervously.

"So, when do I start?" I asked.

"Tomorrow morning, I shouldn't wonder," She answered. Just peachy. One night to prepare. Fabulous!

Angela told me I had my own car in the garage. She told me it was easy to spot, as it was a bright, grape colored Ford Fiesta. Crap. I didn't mind purple, it was the price I was worried about.

As we were in the middle of discussing the schedules I heard footsteps approaching us from down the hall.

I turned round to see a hot, sexy, young man walking towards us in a white shirt and pinstripe trousers. I just about choked on my own saliva at how drop-dead gorgeous he was. He had a messy array of beautiful bronze hair that flicked across his head in all the right ways.

His stride and posture was lean, and predator-like. His eyes were the most startling green I had ever seen and I could see them, even though we were standing meters apart. He had a slight sexy, smirk on his face as he continued his stalk towards me and Angela. Uh oh.

I didn't even need to be told. It looked as if Mr Edward Anthony Masen Cullen had officially arrived to greet the fresh meat on the scene.

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