A/N: This chapters dedicated to antiaol and Lizzie from Twilighted, for reminding me that this story is a fun read and needs to be continued! Thanks ladies. I wasn't planning on doing Edward's PoV this early but...what the hell :)

Enjoy!


Edward's PoV

I sat in the hotel room in front of the provided desk engorged with the current article i was writing that I had forgotten to take off my Tuxedo.

"Therefore it is evident through the ruling of the Supreme Court in the case of –"

*Bring Bring*

My fingers stopped typing across my laptop and I reached for my blackberry in my Armani suit jacket that hung over my chair. The caller I.D read Mr. Cullen's Office.

I picked up on the fifth ring. Because I always pick up on the fifth ring and another phone related constant is that I will never have a singing ringtone. The ringer will ring and nothing else.

"Hello." I answered coolly as my eyes wandered back to my laptop and I scrolled to the top of the article I was working on.

"Hello Edward Cullen, this is Claudia calling on behalf of your father. How are you?"

My father never called me himself.

"Fine. And yourself?" I replied fixing a simple their and there mistake I made in the second paragraph.

"Good, your father wants to meet with you."

"Summer already?" I asked as I stopped rereading.

I was surprised. I knew school ended and summer classes would start again next week but I didn't exactly realize that it was summer.

My birthday was in the summertime.

Or had my birthday already passed?

"Yes it is, days do fly by don't they?" She asked rhetorically.

"Mmm." I muttered, I hated pleasantries.

I opened the computer Calendar and then realized I forgot when my birthday was.

June? Or was it July? 5th or 20th?

Annoying little tidbit of information.

"Well…ahem." She cleared her throat. Then I realized I was making her uncomfortable.

"Claudia please tell me what dates my father prefers for our annual meeting and in what location." I said, making her life easier while talking to me.

"Oh well, this week Tuesday or Thursday. Whatever works best for you and he's currently in New York City."

"That's fine. I'm in Washington D.C at the moment but I can catch the Monday flight to NYC. Arrange the meeting for Tuesday."

"Yes sir. Does 3 P.M work well for you?"

"That's fine."

"I'll make reservations for lunch in the Marriott Hotel on 7th avenue and 42nd street."

"Thank you."

"Oh and Mr. Cullen, happy early birthday."

Ah, so my birthday hasn't past yet.

"Claudia, do you happen to know when my birthday is?"

"Oh um…no sir. I'm sorry. I just know you and your father always get together before it. I'm sorry sir, when is your birthday?"

"Have a pleasant day Claudia." I replied and pressed the end button.

After inputting the appointment with my father for Tuesday at 3 P.M at the Marriott, I was about to go looking for my passport to check my birthday when my email account binged. I quickly opened it and discovered it was from that incompetent senator replying to my last week's interview request.

Of course you won't be able to make it for an interview for yesterday…

"Bastard." I muttered as I opened up my Word Document once more and continued typing about the recent Supreme Court Case Hearing…my birthday could wait.

I had an article due for the New York Times for Sunday to put into Monday's paper and that took priority over all.

My father owns 85% of all major publishing corporations in the country. If it's in print and sold in stores, chances are my father owns the company or at least has influences with it. And one day, I would take over it all.

"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! MOMMY!" A child screamed right outside my door.

My fingers twitched to call the Hilton security on a noise disturbance.

Stupid children.

I looked at the scraps of paper on the desk where I had highlighted the major quotes I needed to use and began to retype one by the Secretary of State.

I enjoyed journalism enough, not too passionate about it…but I'm not passionate about anything. The reason journalism interests me is you can say the same thing 5 different ways and make people feel a certain way.

Using the same facts and the same quotes I could have written the current article as a supporter for the current ruling or not.

It's all in the words.

That's also why conversations bother me. Speak only to get something across and nothing more. What is the point of filler words?

Nice weather?

Unless there's a hurricane coming towards us, who gives a flying fuck.

I began to mutter to myself as I typed, "This case is very similar to –"

"MOMMY!!! Come on!!!!! I want to see the White House!! MOMMY!"

I groaned in frustration. The brat could see the White House in pictures. It's the same damn thing.

I made a mental note to get the penthouse suite next time…not that I would have a next time till summer classes were over. My father only let me write an article during breaks.

I wrote an article every Thanksgiving Break, Winter Break, Spring Break, and the first and last week of summer break.

Last Spring Break I wrote a riveting piece on Mexican Economy which caused quit a ripple in the Mexican-American government policies. Claudia actually called me to tell me that Mr. Cullen was pleased with the article.

This article would be even better and if luck were to be on my side, a Supreme Court Judge would be impeached.

*Bring Bring*

I checked the I.D: Mrs. Lam who was my journalist teacher. I had quite a bit of respect for her writing abilties but none for her speaking. She had called yesterday but I didn't pick up because of the speech given by the Vice President and I had no idea what she wanted.

She had an annoying fear of leaving voice messages.

I sighed and picked up on the fifth ring.

"Good day Mrs. Lam." I said as I leaned back in my chair and loosened my black tie.

"Oh Edward! I'm so happy I could reach you. I received this very surprising phone call last week."

She waited for me to ask…and so I asked.

"Regarding what?"

"Well if you must know, our printing company told me I sent an inaccurate amount for the print costs for next semester. I was very perplexed and asked if rates had gone up but he denied it. When I checked the records we were scheduled to print 16 instead of 15 issues this upcoming semester. Then he was kind enough to inform me that you signed off on an extra issue. Is that true?"

She could have probably said all that in 5 words.

"Yes."

"What ever for? You gave me the layout for the first two issues and neither of them were to be out earlier than the second week of class. Is my memory serving me correctly or did I happen to miss something?"

"I will be writing an issue for the first week of class." I confirmed.

"All by yourself?" She asked surprised.

That's what I said…

"Yes."

This personal issue was important...I had to ruin someone's career before it even got it's foot in the door.

"Oh Edward, you know I think you are an absolutely fantastic writer but don't you think your taking on a bit too much. Your taking summer classes again aren't you? You really deserve a break Edward. You know we can do without an extra issue and I certainly am not being stingy, we have plenty of school funds to cover an extra 20 issues. I'm just worried about your well being. We all want you to succeed but none of us want you to burn out before graduation you know."

She ran out of mindless dribble to pollute my ear with.

"I will submit the first issue the week before classes starts to the publishing office." I replied.

"Edward really, you shouldn't feel so much pressure. I can call Matt if you want and he can help you with it. I do believe he's going to be in Forks for the summer and I'm sure he wouldn't mind helping you. Or Kevin. He's a pretty good writer too and could probably offer some insightful articles for your issue. You remember that last piece he did on environmental hypocrisy by environmentalists…very good piece. I think I might submit his article for nominations along with your piece on Canadian government."

"I am rejecting your offer and apologizing for not informing you on the extra issue."

"Edward are you sure?"

"Yes Mrs. Lam."

"Alright. Please remember, if you need absolutely anything Edward my number is always just a dial away. I will pick up whenever you call, anytime, alright?"

"Have a nice day Mrs. Lam."

"You too Edward and stay safe!"

I pressed the end button.

That was a waste of time.

I didn't mean to feel sexist, but some of the woman teachers in our school – besides being the top professors in the country, were over the top worried for the male students. Something about co-ed being healthier and us needing to take it easy.

Sure, not all students were as high strung as me, but none of them were inheriting the power to turn the world.

I had no time for friends or relaxation.

I ate, I slept, I interviewed, I typed, I studied, and I worked out…that is the life of Edward Cullen and it will never change.

I looked back at the article I spent the last 2 hours working on…it needed a conclusion and therefore I would give it one.


A/N: A few more events to build up the characters and get their issues sorted and then the interactions begin! :D

Sorry for those who think this is going too slow, I just want the characters to be well established before they meet one another.

Thank you for reading and thank you to those who take the time to review! I love you!