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Bella

Edward and I spent the rest of the morning going through scheduling conflicts and meetings that needed to be set up. It was extremely boring work, but it is all stuff that I'm used to doing as a personal assistant. Edward isn't a bad boss to have. He wasn't too hard on me about being extremely late, but I get the feeling that if it happens again, he won't be quite so nice.

I don't even know what to think about the Tanya situation. Edward should have always known better than to hire a girlfriend if it wasn't something serious between them. And with Edward, nothing is ever serious when it comes to a girl. I have definitely noticed the looks that Edward gives every pretty girl that walks by him, and it is extremely annoying. I haven't forgotten about last night after the party when he tried to undress me. He seems to not remember a thing, which isn't surprising considering the amount that he drank.

"So Bella, I hope that you don't mind, but it's probably going to be a late night at the office. We are going to have several late nights and early mornings for the next few weeks until everything gets straightened out," Edward said, bringing me out of my inner thoughts.

I nodded. I expected us to be here after hours to deal with the problems in the company. "I figured that we would be here late tonight, with everything that is going on."

After that, Edward and I didn't talk much for the rest of the day. He was trying to deal with the financial side of things, while I was working on anything that Tanya might have gotten into with the company. Around one, I found a small hole in part of Edward's security.

"Hey Edward, you might want to check this out. There is a small hole in the security here, that if Tanya knew what she was doing, she would be able to get in and drain a couple hundred dollars without you knowing."

"Shit. We can't lose any more money," Edward grumbled as he walked over to the small desk I had in his office. Being his personal assistant meant that I was there all the time, and the easiest things for most bosses is keeping me in the office. That way, they can shout out something that needs to be done, and it immediately just becomes my job to deal with it.

Edward leaned over the back of my chair to see the computer screen. One of his hands was on my desk, while the other was gently laid on my shoulder. While it disgusts me that he sleeps with every pretty girl, I am still female, and he is still smoking hot. And damn, he smells delicious. He leaned in closer to see the small print clearer, and I could feel him close to my face.

Edward turned his head slightly and whispered in my ear, "Thank you for finding that, Isabella."

"You're welcome. It's my job after all." I said as Edward slowly pulled away and went back to his desk.

"Could you go down and show that to Eric? He's in the security team, and he should know what do with that to fix it."

I got up to leave, and could feel Edward's stare on me as I walked out of his office. I will not end up like every other girl when Edward shows them a little bit of attention. I am not going to fall for his little charms, even though he is exactly the kind of guy I want to end up in bed with.

XxXxX

It took a couple of hours working with Eric to fix the hole in security, but he finally patched it up. As I started back to Edward's office, I ran into Mike at the elevator. I sighed when I realized that he was getting on the elevator as well, and I would have to deal with him for a little longer than I would like. The guy gives me the creeps.

"Well hey, sweet thing." Mike said with a wink.

I grimaced and ignored him, "I'm definitely not your sweet thing."

Mike laughed, but didn't say anything else. When we got on the elevator, I stood as far away from him as I could, but it just wasn't far enough. The elevator got halfway to the top, and Mike hit the emergency stop button.

"What the hell, Mike? Cut it out," I grumbled as I went to hit the button. The last thing I want to deal with today is being stuck here with him.

Mike grabbed my hand before I could push the button. "I know you want me, Bells. I saw how you looked at me when we got on the elevator."

I pulled my hand out of his grasp and scoffed, "You are completely delusional. I don't want anything to do with you. Now quit, and let's get back to work."

Mike came closer to me and grabbed my wrists as he pushed me back against the wall, "Playing hard to get. I get it."

I knew that there was no way I would get out of this without playing along for a minute, so I leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "You caught me."

He loosened his grip on my wrists enough that I pulled them both away and punched him hard in the nose. Mike yelled out, and I hit the button for the elevator to start back up. He didn't touch me again, and I left as soon as the elevator got to the top.

By the time I reached Edward's office, my hand hurt so bad that tears filled my eyes. I opened the door, and Edward jumped up as soon as he saw me. "Bella, are you okay? What's wrong?"

I held out my hand and showed him the bright red knuckles, "Mike wouldn't fucking leave me alone in the elevator so I think I broke his nose."

"Come on, sit down on the couch. I'll get something to clean up your hand where the skin broke."

I sat down on the couch and cradled my hand. I've never punched someone before, and I don't think I ever will again. That hurts.

Edward came out of the bathroom, and sat down beside me on the couch. He gently took my hand and cleaned it. Some of the skin broke on my knuckles, and Edward was very careful to make sure that it was clean. Then he wrapped my hand so that nothing would irritate it for the rest of the day. I watched how careful he was, making sure that he didn't cause any more pain to my hand.

"I'm having him fired. All that asshole does is cause trouble, and I'm not tolerating him harassing you," Edward said as he angrily put everything back in the cabinet.

"I'm okay. I didn't mean to get anyone fired."

"Bella, it isn't okay. No man should ever force himself on a woman. That isn't okay."

I quietly sat back down at my desk and began to work on the files that Edward had left for when I returned from security. We worked quietly for the rest of the day. Edward made a few phone calls periodically, but the office was mostly silent as we each did our own work.

At 6, Jessica poked her head in the door and told Edward that she was heading home. Edward mumbled something, and she glared daggers in my direction before leaving the office. I am sick of dealing with the nasty looks from that girl every day.

"So what do you want to order in for dinner?" Edward asked after a few minutes.

"Oh, I don't really care. I eat just about anything."

Edward gave me some options, but we ended up just ordering Chinese that would be delivered to the office. Edward went over to the couch with a large file, and motioned for me to join him. I sat beside him as we looked through the file of recent financial reports.

"I have looked through all of these and I can't find anything. You can look through if you want to, but I don't think there is anything here to find. This was an inside job. Someone working here accessed the accounts and drained a lot of our money." Edward told me as he slammed the file closed. "I'm going to have to do some cleaning in finances and see who knows something about this."

XxXxX

Edward and I spent a long time going through employee records, but we didn't find anything suspicious in them. When the food arrived, we sat on the floor to eat and keep working. We didn't talk much except for when we thought there might be a lead. None of the leads worked though.

I looked up to find Edward staring at me, "What? Do I have something on my face?"

Edward laughed and shook his head, "No, you're good. You just make a lot of facial expressions when you read."

I stuck my tongue out at Edward and laid the file down.

Edward and I spent a few hours just talking about our lives and what had led us to where we are now. Edward isn't the superficial playboy that I had originally thought; he really has a great personality. We spent a lot of time just laughing and joking around.

At 10, we decided that we needed to call it a night. We were both exhausted, and no more work would be getting done tonight. Edward walked me to my car when we left the building. I insisted that he didn't need to do that, but he wouldn't give up. He definitely isn't the man that I thought he was. Maybe Edward is actually a good guy.