Here we are, Chapter 12. Thank you to you all, the readers who have become just as obsessed with Dom Bella as I have. Thank you to my beta Lulu, RobstenCuteness for the wonderful banner and the other fiction authors who give me inspiration every day.

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Chapter 12

BPOV

If I knew Edward Cullen, then I knew what his next move would be. And just like I predicted, he didn't disappoint. As I make it to my office, less than five minutes later, Angela buzzes and alerts me that Edward has come to see me. Might as well get this over with. Indifference is a mastermind's game. In order for you to mind-fuck someone, you have to have been mind-fucked yourself. And seeing as though I learned from the master, I was going to keep myself on top and turn his world upside down, the way he did mine all those years ago.

I tell her to let him in. I'm standing in front of the windows behind my desk as he walks in. I hate how I can feel his presence after I've worked so hard over the years to forget it.

He walks in and only now did I allow myself to see what he was wearing. I'm going to have to get used to seeing him, so I might as well start now. I let my eyes roam from his suit up to his eyes. If they say the eyes are the windows of the soul, then it looks as though his had been to hell and back within the past five minutes.

"Please close the door behind you," I say in a monotone voice, much like a principal who has called a defiant student into their office.

"What can I help you with, Edward?" I say in the most nonchalant tone I can muster. His emerald eyes look at me in amazement as though he's searching for something more.

"Bella, I know that we are in a professional environment, but do we need to be so formal? It's quite unsettling seeing as though we know each other the way we do."

Oh so he wanted to use familiarity as a way to get through to me. Not a fucking chance. In case he didn't notice already, this is the Bella 2.0 version. He makes his way over to the sofa and takes a seat.

"Edward, professional environments are set up to be formal for a reason. Our past has nothing to do with our working together," I continue in the same nonchalant tone. I wave my hand in the air in dismissal of the whole let's be informal suggestion. I walk over and take a seat in one of the white leather chairs across from the sofa. He looks at me as though he's trying to penetrate my skull with x-ray vision. I can tell that he is trying to know what I am thinking.

"Bella, I'm just saying that…" He struggles for his wording. This is a good thing; it means that I have caught him off guard with my indifference. Errrrrrpt. Cut the music.

"What are you saying Edward? What is it that you want?" I lean back in the chair and cross my legs with my chin resting between my index finger and thumb with my elbow positioned on the armrest surveying him.

I see fire light in his eyes. "What do I want?" Then as though he's talking to himself he repeats the question to himself but aloud. "I want to know how you've been. It's been so long since I've seen you and I wanted to catch up, see how you are. Let's put the business out of it for a minute. As two people, who share a past, I want to talk a little for now as Edward and Bella is all."

Oh now you want to know how I'm doing. Fine, I'll tell you, "I've been doing well Edward thank you, and yourself?" By the way fucker, there is no Edward and Bella. I'm going to keep things as formal as possible between us. Edward can forget it if he thinks we are going to reconnect.

"Can I offer you something to drink? Tea, coffee, a glass of brandy?"

He looks really bewildered as though I just asked him about the weather.

"I've been good Bella, thank you. No, thank you. I am fine. So how are Charlie and Renee? I trust that they are well," he looks at me and smiles trying to cause some sort of emotion to come to my face when speaking of my parents.

"Charlie and Renee are doing well. Thank you for asking. How are Esme and Carlisle?"

"They are well. When I told Esme that I would be buying The Sun, she was ecstatic since it means that I would be permanently closer to home. Carlisle is pleased as well. I've been out of the country for several years and recently got back so they are happy I'll be around for a bit."

Why is he offering me information? Is he hoping that I'll share some of mine? Of course I know that Edward has backtracked all of my achievements when he found out the paper was up for sale and I was the Chief. I knew that he knew what I'd been up to. He just wanted me to tell him personally. I won't give him the fucking satisfaction.

"That's good to hear. I am sure they are happy to have you home. How is Alice?" Out of everyone I missed Alice the most.

"Alice is well. She has made a name for herself in the fashion industry as a big celebrity stylist. She is an up and coming fashion designer as well. You know how she's always been into fashion. She's been out of the country for a while and has recently come home like me."

"That's good to hear, I am glad that everyone is doing well." We sat there in silence for what seemed like an eternity until he spoke.

"Bella is it always going to be like this or are you trying to prove a point?" I don't have to prove anything, Edward. I'm going to make you a believer.

"What do you mean Edward? The only relationship that you and I will have will be a business one. This is what you bought the paper for, I assume. You are keeping me on because I am one of the best things to happen to it and you are here because you are a great businessman and saw owning The Sun as a sound investment. Anything beyond that has no place for involvement in us working together as a team."

I get up and walk over to my desk to buzz Angela. He watches as I wait for her to answer.

"Angela, schedule a meeting for Mr. Cullen and myself to meet with the staff for tomorrow morning at 10 sharp." I look over to him and politely ask if he's free for that time. He nods. In order for us to make this transition, we have to appear to the staff as a team.

I look at my watch and see that it is ten now, I have a meeting with my interior car designer. As soon as I think about it, Angela buzzes me.

"Chief, your 10 o'clock is here."

"Thank you Angela, you can send him in." I look up at Edward who seems to be star struck as he watches me make my way to the door to open it.

"Well Edward, it was good catching up. I look forward to our meeting tomorrow with the staff. If you have any questions, feel free to email me. Also email if you have any specific topics that you want to add to the agenda tomorrow. You can get a copy of the agenda from Angela. She will give you my email address on your way out."

He stands shakes his head and a smirk comes across his face.

"Yes Bella, it was nice to catch up. Hopefully, we can do it again. I'll email you if I think of anything. In the meantime, I'll leave my number with Angela in case you need to reach me."

"I'm sure that won't be necessary, but thank you." As I open the door, I feel like the Grinch who stole Christmas. As Edward heads out of the door, I see him freeze when the tall, bronzed and beefy structure rises and walks towards me. Jake. Oh my God Jacob Black is my interior car designer. Holy fuck. His breath hitches as he sees Jacob Black brilliantly smile at me and grab me into what seems a vice grip of a hug picking me up off the ground.

"Bells!" He laughs and puts me down and I stand dazed and confused. My heart goes into overtime as happiness to see Jake and heartache of our past overwhelm me. This day is turning out to be full of surprises. Jake and I watch as Edward bypasses Angela's desk and stalks off to the stairs throwing the door open and disappearing like a blur.

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