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Last time…

"And hello to you too Bella, not throwing punches today?" His voice was dripping with a smug, cocky, over-confident attitude, but it was a smooth, seductive, just-the-right-amount-of –American-accent-without-being-too-annoying, voice too.

He. Is. Going. Down.

Here we go; this is going to be brutal.

Chapter 4 – Decisions

Pinching the bridge of my nose with my forefinger and thumb I took deep soothing breaths.

Remember Bella; Carlisle and Esme still want their son. You're doing this for them. Pull it together.

Explain the problem, then rectify, and then, if all else fails, castrate.

"Sit down please Mr Cullen."

"C'mon Bella, we're going to be working together, call me Edward."

I still hadn't heard his annoying ass in the chair opposite me, how hard was one simple instruction. I really hoped I got through this without shouting.

Now, that shit right there, that's not gonna happen.

"Mr Cullen, I'll thank you to address me as Miss Swan, and please, take a, seat. "

I began as soon as soon as I heard the leather stretch to accommodate his frame. You just can't beat leather chairs; the smell is just fucking amazing. Speaking of good smelling shit, coffee, now that is the best smell to wake up to. Mmmmm coffee. I'd kill for a double espresso, or, hold the phone, even a triple.

Oh gods Bella, focus.

"Now, I appreciate that we technically haven't been properly introduced yet, but I think in light of, well, the frankly embarrassing behaviour I've seen today, we're way past that."

Silence…

I love it when the incompetents at least know when to be quiet.

"How long have you been at this company?"

"3 months."

Less than I thought, fucking hell he moves fast, maybe the damage can be repaired.

"And how long have you been fucking Miss Denali?"

"I really don't think that's any of your business, Miss Swan."

"How long?"

"I think, as your boss, I'm the one who gets to answer the questions I want, you work for me."

Excellent ladies and gentleman, we've got ourselves a cocky bastard.

"Actually Mr Cullen, I'm contracted with Carlisle, he's the one who hired me, to, if I remember correctly, whip you into shape."

"I'm fine as I am."

"Yeah, right." I snorted. "You may be happy with what you're doing, but you've obviously forgotten, in the very short time you've been here, that you are responsible for a great many more people than yourself."

"God you sound like Carlisle."

"You know, I'll take that as a compliment, the fact that I resemble a successful, well put together, mature individual. Save your petty insults Mr Cullen."

"Whatever, I don't have to listen to this."

Oh hell no, petulant child, much?!

"Oh grow up seriously; do you think I want to be sitting here, telling you how to do your job?"

"By the looks of things, you have nothing better to do."

"You think you have a right to judge my lifestyle? When not two hours ago you were fucking someone in your office?"

"I'm just saying that I've got a lot more going on. Actually, I have something on tonight, so can we like wrap this up?"

Composure, you there? Nope, out the window.

I rang through to Angela, it was five o'clock, hopefully she was still at her desk, and she should be.

"Angela cancel Mr Cullen's engagements for the..;"

"What - -?!!" The muffled tones of my boss went ignored.

I held my hand up in a silent gesture. "Cancel his evening plans, and re-schedule his return car for the same time as mine."

"Yes Miss,. Umm Bella."

"And Angela…?"

"Yes Bella?"

Such a sweet girl, she must be going crazy as PA for this dick. I could worship her.

"You can head on home now, something tells me you're gonna need your rest this week. In fact, you can come in at ten tomorrow. I'll need some one on one time with Mr Cullen to run through some things before then."

"Bella, are you sure?"

"Absolutely, good afternoon Miss Weber, have a nice day."

"You too Bella."

Sigh, back to Dickward. Oh Bella that's a good one, but we can't call the baby that to his face. Holy mother of Christ!

New name: Baby Cullen.

This is going to be good for tomorrow, and for the foreseeable future. Hmmm maybe it'll stick forever.

Back to the interrogation…

"My PA gets to call you by your first name."

"She's earned my respect; the poor girl's been working for you all this time and still seems relatively unscathed. With you, this may take a while." A very, very long while.

"Whatever."

"Seriously, stop acting like a teenager, and widen your vocabulary. I'm going to ask you some questions, I know this is going to stretch you a bit, but all I need is simple answers. Capiche? Think you can handle that?"

"Yes."

I rolled my eyes, "fast learner", I mumbled.

"I'll repeat my earlier question, how long have you been fucking Miss Denali?"

"3 months."

"But you've-…" YOU'VE ONLY BEEN HERE THREE MONTHS MAN WHORE.

"Yeah," I could tell he had a smug grin on his face, "I christened my desk, only hours after my arrival."

Holy fuck! Does sex have absolutely no value any more? Does the term making love not exist?

"You sicken me." I couldn't help but twist my face disgustedly, which only made him laugh.

"What are you, stuck in the 19th Century?"

"No, I just value my body enough to not throw it around to the highest bidder."

"Prude."

"Cut the name calling crap and grow up! Back to the questions."

"Fine with me." Stupid smirk, if only violence in the office was acceptable, I'd be a very happy girl.

"I will be recommending to your father that he write officially to the HR department to have Miss Denali moved to work in the New York office. Will you oppose this?"

"What's all the fuss? I don't see a problem to be honest, she's fine with the way things are, and I'm definitely alright. It's nothing serious."

"Mr Cullen, your office is not a sex location. The next few months leading up to this project are crucial, not to mention that you officially take over the company before Christmas, which is fucking frightening seeing as it's already September."

"It's still none of your business."

"Yes, it, fucking is! I have to do my job, and help you---,"

"I don't need your help."

I laughed; the naivety of this man was astounding.

"Oh really? So why did your father have to practically beg me to come here to sort out this shit, since you are clearly incapable?"

"Oh great. Bring out the Daddy card why don't you? Look, I'm not going to beg for your help if that's want you want. You think you can use your blindness as an excuse to boss people around, what makes you so special?"

Bringing out the big guns Cullen, let's go for the obvious, the bitch is blind, that'll emotionally shatter her.

"I don't want you to beg. I have never since I lost my sight asked people to make allowances for me because of my disadvantage. I am perfectly capable and successful at my job, with or without my sight. I don't boss people, I manage them. Being a project manager, there is a considerable aspect of interaction with people involved. With enough life experience you'll learn that."

"We're the same age."

"Biologically, yes, but I've been around a few companies, doing all kinds of different projects with many different degrees of fucked up idiot. Fuck, I even have more experience of this company than you."

"Blow your own trumpet, go on."

"Shut up! I'm making comparisons. You on the other hand, have been to one of the best business schools in Europe, and technically, you have the knowledge to run this company efficiently and successfully."

"God slow down, you're making me blush." Sarcasm, Baby Cullen, at this point is not appreciated.

"I'm not finished. You could do all this, if you actually worked hard, and put the hours in. What time do you get in the office in the morning?"

"About ten am normally." I gasped, I have about four and a half hours on Baby Cullen, and this is just the morning.

Holy shit!

"And what time do you leave?"

"Well, on an average day, I'd say about five, but if there's a meeting going on it can get to just before six."

I really can't believe I'm hearing this. I can barely remember the last time I left the office at five. I was what you'd call a grafter, and a fucking perfectionist.

"Oh, so you do actually attend meetings, you know, normally?"

"Today was an exception; I was already busy with something."

"No, correction, your dick was busy with something; you had no reasonable excuse to miss a board of directors meeting. Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was? Here I am, I've just finished my last job at JIG, on Friday and I'm hauled in here to work with a CEO who doesn't even attend a board meeting. What the hell am I supposed to think?"

I stared at him with what I hoped was incredulity but probably came out as more disappointed than anything.

"Look, you're the one who accepted the job, you should be prepared for what comes with it, or, Miss Swan, are you really that naïve?"

"I hardly accepted the job, I'm doing this for your father, he tried to prepare me for your fucked-up mess but I was not expecting something as vile and unprofessional as sex in the office, which by the way, will never EVER happen again."

"Carlisle has nothing to do with this."

"Bullshit, he has everything to do with it. The fact that you've been here three months and the company is still, somehow functioning well, must at least show you what good starting material you had."

"Do you really have to swear, all the time?"

"What would you prefer, unsavoury language, or me throwing a phone at your head every time you piss me off. Because for me, the word fuck substitutes that quite nicely."

"Alright."

"What, alright, what?"

"I'll do it, whatever shit you want me to do, to whip me into shape, your words not mine."

"Honestly, I don't think you can handle it."

"Look, Miss Swan, you may think you know me because of the …impression I've given today and because what my parents have said but trust me, I can do better."

"It's not just about doing better; it's about working hard and wanting to make this job a success. Are you ready to fight for this? Do you even fucking want this? You have to make that decision before anything else."

Silence…

Think on that fucker…

"Bell- Miss Swan, do you want something to drink?"

"Fuckery and alcohol in the office, Mr Cullen, you've surpassed even my expectations." Classic deadpan Bella.

"No, fuck, I mean just a regular drink, tea, coffee, water?"

Hmmm, let's see about a little test Baby Cullen.

"Surprise me."

"Really? Wait, if this is some trial to see how well I do and whether I get it right or not, then you gotta give me more than that."

"Ok, here's a clue, go to Café Nero, it's about a five minute walk from here and bring me back a drink, and of course something for yourself."

"Cold or hot drink?"

Now Baby Cullen, that would be telling.

"No way, that'll make it too easy. And don't you ask anyone there for a hint. I'll know if you did." Clearly realising that those were the only instructions he was going to get, he got up and I soon heard his quick footfalls out of my office and along the corridor. I could hazard a guess that we were probably the only ones still here on this floor. The only other people who could have been here still would have been Angela, but she's gone already, or directors and global heads of shit. I'd bet my apartment that they'd all left after the directors meeting that Baby Cullen didn't attend.

Fuck that was tense, and not to mention embarrassing as hell. I could feel every single one of them looking at me like I was a fucking idiot. My mentee, who just happened to be the reason for the meeting was M.I.A and this was also the first time we were all introduced. Due to my abrupt, unorthodox appointment as an SMP, senior project manager, by Carlisle, not one of them ever got the chance to interview me, which would have been the normal procedure. But, what Papa Cullen wants, he fucking gets, and shit happens to the 't'.

So yeah, they all felt inadequate and unimportant because some like me had been hired pretty much overnight. To be honest, in reality, I didn't give a flying fuck, because, hell, I'm a contractor and I'm only here for two years but they've got themselves made at this place. This is their lives until their retirement. Fuck me, I love my job.

This job? Hmmm, we'll see.

"Incoming call from Carlisle Cullen. Accept?"

Do I really want to talk to Papa Cullen about Baby Cullen? I couldn't answer fast enough…

"Accept please Renee."

"You've reached Bella Swan at CGB, how may I help?" Sarcasm, is golden.

"How is he?" Papa C sounded irritated almost…anxious. Let's play this out.

"Who?" Feign indifference, Bella, let him take the bait.

"My son BB, Edward, I can't get hold of him."

"Oh…right." I could imagine him pacing in his study at home, because he's obviously have me on loudspeaker so Esme could be close by if she wanted to hear.

"What BB, what did he do, wait hold up. Inventory check. How many limbs left?"

I knew Papa C knew his son could fuck up, but even I wasn't expect bad shit, as bad as the shit had been, on the first day. I must admit, I don't blame him, there had been moments today when I'd wanted to throw a telephone headset in his general direction, hoping to cause him immeasurable pain. Papa C was right to anticipate this.

"All limbs intact, I think, I mean, he's been out for a few minutes."

"He's unconscious?! Fuck, Bella, I swear, was he rude? Was he unforgivably inappropriate?"

"Rude, yes. Inappropriate, yes. Unconscious, no, although today, at times, it was sure as hell tempting."

"So he's still, intact." He sounded somewhat relieved.

"Baby Cullen's anatomy is all present." I let a grin spread over my face, fuck me if I wasn't proud of myself for not having some part of him broken today. I bet those Polish doormen downstairs could do some damage…

"Baby Cullen? That's Edward's nickname."

"I'm torn at the moment between that, and Junior. Hold it, what month is his birthday"

"June. And he's just turned 25, so he's actually a little older than you."

"Hmmm, well thinking about it, I prefer Junior, it'll do well for what I have planned. So, fuck the age difference, we'll measure it in work experience."

Carlisle was clearly much more assured that I wasn't going to dismember his son and laughed lightly.

"Quickly, before we move on, where is Edward?"

"You want the quick story; because I know I'll get carried away if I have to tell you everything."

"Give me the lowdown."

"Junior's gone to Nero's to get us some drinks, since shit here is still not finished. Earlier today I heard him fucking a whore from HR in his office. He was M.I.A at the directors meeting today as well."

Now this shit was gonna hit Papa C like a ton of bricks or he'd get angry, real angry.

Silence…

1…

2…

3…

"Isabella, I'm really, really, really fucking sorry." His voice came out strangled and truly, upset.

Motherfucking ton of bricks it was then…

Maybe I shouldn't have told him everything, you know, fuck, why did I have to say the wrong thing.

"Listen, Carli-…"

"Bella, sweetie, Carlisle, needs to take a few moments, he, well, we didn't expect Edward to still be like this. We thought he may have decided to… rethink his lifestyle a bit, seeing as you're coming on board."

Now there weren't a lot of things that made me, Bella Swan get emotional, but the moment I heard how desperate, and, fuck, disappointed Esme sounded, well, that shit right there is heartbreaking.

"It's ok Esme, shhh it's ok."

"I know you're only trying to help Bella honey, but, Edward never used to be like this. When you came over on Friday that was the first time I'd seen him in two months, I thought that when he came back from business school in Italy, we'd at least see him more. I don't know what's happened to my boy."

Fucking hell, this was one of the times I wished I had a fucking psychology degree or something. I could analyse Baby Cullen's every word and create some life plan for him to get back on track.

"I can only say I'm sorry, I'm not gonna lie to you Esme, I was extremely disappointed and ashamed of … your son, today, but I think I might be able to help."

"Oh Bella, really?"

Well, technically no.

"Ok, maybe what I have planned won't help, but it should make a difference. And that's what you guys want right? You want your hard working, dedicated boy back."

"Bella, if you think you can make a difference to Edward, and I don't doubt for one second that you can, then I don't care what you do. It's not even as if he's really happy like this, what he's doing, doesn't bring him happiness, not really."

Yeah but I bet his dick is pretty fucking content.

"I won't give you all the details just yet, but, basically, I want to put all that money you spent on sending your little one on training and time in business school to good use, if he gets his butt in gear that it, and then maybe he has a chance."

"Talking about my ass on the phone Miss Swan, really?" I could hear the smirk in his voice, why he thought I could appreciate his derriere, being blind and all.

I held up my hand in a silent gesture and cursed inwardly for not paying more attention to what was going on outside of my phone conversation. How the hell did he sneak in so quietly? Stealth like Cullen.

"Speaking of which, I have Mr Cullen here with me right now, maybe it would be best to continue our conversation later in the week."

I really, really didn't want Baby Cullen knowing I'd been speaking to both his parents about him. I could imagine that he'd be even more hostile and difficult to deal with. The last thing he'd want to know would be that I'd spoken to his father about what had happened, and now that, evidently, Papa C was extremely disappointed. As strained as their relationship might be, knowing that you'd disappointed one of your parents, especially seeing as Baby Cullen was trying to take over Carlisle's job, that shit could do crazy things to a person.

"Ok, Bella, which reminds, we still need to have our girly chat. And you can update me on Edward when you guys come over for dinner." Well at least she sounded much fucking happier now, but I knew I wouldn't look forward to that dinner date, or especially that conversation.

"Clear it with Renee, and I'll talk to you later in the week."

"Sure sweetie, bye now, don't be in bed too late." Yeah, like I'll be able to sleep tonight, after today, and worrying about planning next week. Shit, I really do need to think about how I was going to get our boy here up to scratch, I had a rough idea, but I needed to at least act, like I knew what I was going to do. I'm not exactly a fucking nanny for Christ's sake.

"Sure thing, it was nice…catching up."

"Renee terminate call."

"Call terminated, system standby."

I could tell he was sat down and waiting for me to acknowledge him.

Maybe if we sit really still, he'll go away.

My subconscious was becoming delusional, but fucking hopeful. I tried to figure out what drink he'd got me, as I could feel the warmth of it sitting on my desk, it was certainly coffee, but not sure what type it was.

"Who the hell was that?"

"Mr Cullen, who I speak to in the privacy of my own office, is my business."

The fucker started laughing and something told me I'd want to hit him.

"So, who I fuck, in the privacy of my own office is my business then, right?"

Yeah, I was right, Baby Cullen, hasn't changed, he just needed time for his ego to refuel.

"Sir, it appears that you deem my telephone conversations to be far more…exotic than they evidently are, to put them on par with your coital interactions."

"Miss Swan, I'd, fuck, I'd appreciate it if you didn't call me Sir."

Ohhhh-kayyy then. That was weird. He didn't seem too bothered that every other word that comes out of my mouth is a cursing one, but he doesn't want to be called "sir". What-the-fuck-ever.

"Absolutely. Where were we?"

"Do you have a PA?"

What?!

"Nope, never have done, why?"

"So, who's Renee?"

Was I ready to get all friendly with Baby Cullen and tell him all about my fuckery? Fuck no! Keep it to the minimal; he really doesn't need to know. We don't have that kind of trust, that kind of relationship.

"Renee's my EPA, electronic personal assistant, because of course, I can't go writing in a fucking appointment book or anything, so I vocally enter all the things I need to do and places I need to be. She's like a sophisticated alarm clock. It's amazing how much I rely on her. But she's a great help, there's no way I could do my job without her, just like Sheila."

"Sheila…?"

"Yeah, my…dog."

Now, you think that even for a blind bitch like me, it would be fucking impossible to miss the presence of a great big fucking German Shepherd, but in the past few hours, I had managed just that. Where the fuck was my head today?

Stay calm, where could she be? Had someone taken her, who in the hell would be able to take my dog.

"FUCK!"

"Miss Swan, are you ok, what's going on? What dog?"

I slammed my hands down on the desk and evidently this was where my hot drink was placed and I felt steaming liquid pour all down the front of my shirt. And I can tell you, that shit burns.

"Oh shit, fuck, bollocks, motherfucking life!!" I wrung my hands through my hair and started pulling at the roots. First fucking day here and fuckery had been coming at me from all angles. Shitting hell.

Calm Bella, calm, you need to find Sheila.

"Mr Cullen, this shit is going to sound fucking crazy, but have you seen a big German Shepherd, just casually walking around, anywhere?"

"Like today, shit, you don't get dogs inside the building, but there was a Native American looking guy, hanging around outside with a dog. I don't know what breed the dog was though."

What are the fucking chances? Jacob Black.

"Mr Cullen, was the dog at least big?" Please, please, please, let it be my girl.

"Yeah, huge thing, kind of freaked me out a bit, didn't pay it much attention to be honest."

Fuck, it has to be her.

I was on auto-pilot as I couldn't even contemplate the idea of losing her; I had no idea what the fuck I'd do. I couldn't think straight.

"Renee, call Jacob Black."

"Dialling Jacob Black…call connected."

"Thank you Renee. Jacob?" I realised I probably sounded fucking panicked and like a crazy woman. Who am I kidding?

"Miss Swan, is everything ok?"

"Jacob, do you have Sheila? Do you know where she is? Have you taken her? Have you seen her?"

"Calm down Miss Swan, I thought you knew Sheila was with me? Didn't Mr Cullen call you?"

I covered my hand to the receiver of my phone and directed my speech at Baby Cullen.

"Did you get Jacob to take my dog away?"

"Who the fuck is Jacob? Please, I didn't even know you had a fucking dog." Fair play, he clearly has no idea.

Oh…Jacob meant Mr Cullen as in Mr Carlisle Cullen. I guess Papa C thought that because I'd already be having a rough afternoon, that he'd have Sheila taken out of the office. He must have done it while I was out listening to Baby Cullen fuck that whore. Shit I'm getting unobservant, this is not like me.

I reverted my attention back to Jacob who I had almost forgotten was still on the other line.

"Jacob? You there?"

"Yes, Miss Swan, would you like me to keep a hold of Sheila until you're done?"

"Thank you, but I'd really rather see her, would you mind coming up to the office, we're on the fourteenth floor, walk right out of the lift along the end of the hallway and my office door will be open."

"That's fine Miss Swan, we'll just be a moment."

Thank God. I'm sure I visibly relaxed, but I soon remembered the probably monstrous stain across my shirt. At least its not water, we can't have the girls giving the boss I show. I felt no better than the whores down in the dealing room at JIG. Let's just say they aren't known for their verbal negotiation skills.

"Umm, Miss Swan, your, uh, your shirt is, well, it's, it's stained."

"No shit Sherlock." Ooops.

"Excuse me?" Crap, even if he is a fucker, I can't talk to my boss like that.

"I'm sorry Mr Cullen, but to save my embarrassment, I was wondering whether I could borrow your jacket? If that's ok, I mean."

Silence…

"Mr Cullen?"

"Oh yeah, sure here." I heard him get up and move behind me. His large hands moved my arms into the sleeves of his large, but very comfortable jacket. I could smell his cologne and I could have sworn it was Tom Ford. I had a bit of a thing for like male perfume, or some shit, but it greatly affected me opinion of the person who wore something worth smelling.

"Tom Ford?"

"Hmmm?"

"Your cologne, it's Tom Ford right?"

"Oh…yeah." Bingo, you still got it. Damn he smelled so good, I wonder what he smelled like without the cologne, like a natural scent.

For God's sake Bella, mind out of the gutter, he's your fucking boss.

I felt something jolt through me a he touched my shoulders, guiding the jacket around me. I presumed it must be still a shock from the burn on my skin, which was probably pretty red at this point. I pulled the jacket around my small frame and clasped the buttons together around the front.

"You know, you should probably get some cream, on your, uh, your chest. You don't want it to be um…sore."

"Well unless, and I very much doubt it, CGB hires masseurs, then it'll just have to I dunno, simmer, I guess."

"There's a first aid kit in every office, it should be in your top draw. There's some cooling cream in there, I think, I dunno, Carlisle has a thing for safety at work, so there's probably everything in there. I could, help you, put some on, if you want."

Fuck off can you rub your man whore hands over my chest; I don't know where he's been. Even if you do smell inexplicably good and have large manly hands.

ISABELLA MARIE SWAN!

Jesus I've got issues, I've never reacted to any guy like that before. This is very, very strange.

"Mr Cullen I think that would be ever so slightly inappropriate, but I appreciate your concern."

"Miss Swan? Is this a bad time?" said the voice of Jacob Black. If that was my driver, then my dog was here, I had my baby back. I bet I looked a right state with my boss's jacket on and wild woman hair. First, or even second impressions were clearly not my forte. This must be remedied, as in a job where I have to unfortunately fucking spend all my time around people, it was important that I didn't look like a fucking joke.

Sheila quickly scampered over to me and I felt her large paws on my knees and her big head coming up and nearly knocking me out of my chair. Not that I gave a fuck, my favourite girl could do whatever the hell she wanted.

"No Jacob, she's fine, thank you so much for bringing her up here. I would've just about gone crazy."

Apparently she found her way to Edward, as I heard him talking in a small voice to my girl. Show off. She's a fucking traitor; we don't lick and wag our tails at the man whore boss. My dog needs to reset her standards.

I really wanted to go home, and melt into my big fluffy pillows. I swear I'd never been more of a girl than right now. If only Charlie could hear my inner whine, he wouldn't believe his fucking ears.

"I'll be right back downstairs to take you home when you're done Miss Swan."

Fuck it, I really, really want to go home.

"Actually, Mr Cullen, I don't know about you, but it's been, quite a day, we've got a lot to do, and you'll thank me later this week, if tonight you at least manage to get a good night sleep, can we continue in the morning?"

"Yes, absolutely, great, umm, what time?" He sounded startled as if I'd just disrupted a thought process. He'd have to get used to the complicated art of multi-tasking. I was gonna give him hell this week.

"Get your driver to pick you up for five thirty, we have a lot of work to do, and I mean a hell of a lot."

"Umm…ok." I swear he just gulped.

"Well, good evening then Mr Cullen, I'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning."

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Jesus what a day. When I finally collapsed onto my pillows at God only knows what time, I knew that this was just the beginning, and that there would be much harder days to come as I thought about my hopeless CEO and his cocky attitude and nice hands. Damn you Edward Cullen.

Thank you so much for reading, I hope everyone likes the chapter, I thought maybe I went a bit detailed, and the pace of the chapter may not have been great, but this is all background stuff.

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