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Chapter 35

Bella's Point of View

I was reading Jane Eyre again. I was never bored with the classics. I realized something new every time I read them. I leaning back comfortably in my seat. No one sat next to me.

The stewardess with the food cart went past me. That reminded me.

"Excuse me," I said, setting down the book.

The stewardess looked back immediately and smiled. She bowed slightly.

"What can I help you with, Dr. Dwyer?" she asked. That was the consequence of being the famous cardiologist. Everybody knew you, especially if you'd recently finished creating a successful surgery for heart disease.

"I was wondering if I could use the plane's phone?" I asked, smiling my usual fake sweet smile that I used to fool people to tell them that I was happy.

"Oh, yes, of course," she said at once. She pointed to the back. "The phone is in the kitchen. It's near the bathroom. Ask the stewardess in the kitchen on how to use it."

"Thank you," I said, getting up. "Oh, and would you mind telling me how long we have left?"

She smiled. "One hour."

"Thank you."

She moved onto the next passengers.

I walked down the long aisles, past the passengers. Many of them were old and middle-aged, and they were sleeping. But some younger passengers around my age looked at me as I passed them. The young men who weren't sleeping glanced down at my figure after recognizing me. I was also well-known for having a "beautiful and curvy body with perfect S-line figures," as the New York Times had put it.

I attracted attention wherever I went. If I walked down the streets without wearing any revealing clothes, people, mostly men, stared at me. They'd look at my features, recognize me, and remember that the newspaper or magazine had said that I had a good-looking body. They would keep staring in awe, while I walked away as quickly as I could to avoid them.

The first time I appeared on TV and newspapers as the famous and rising cardiologist, everyone all around the world claimed that I was a model, not a doctor. They even thought I was an actress. But then, the reporters caught a picture of me doing surgery, and posted a big article about it. People tended to believe that I was a doctor, but thought that I had risen to fame with my looks. They were proven wrong again, a few months later, when I had successfully found a vaccination for a certain flu that had been circulating the country.

So now, I was the "gorgeous doctor of cardiology that had a beautiful face and body." I was a model that was a doctor.

I wasn't wearing anything revealing now. I never did. Though my attitude and personality had changed somewhat after Renee's death, one thing hadn't changed. My fashion sense hadn't improved, but I had consented to wearing simple designer clothing to make Charlie and my stepmother, Sue, and my stepsister, Leah, happy. It was designer clothing, but I somehow made them look boring. I thought it really didn't matter. I was a doctor. Why would I want to get dressed up?

I was wearing a casual light blue blouse with skinny jeans and reasonable high heels. My hair was up in a messy bun and I wasn't wearing any makeup as usual.

I reached the kitchen and asked the stewardess how to use the phone. In a daze, she told me how to use it, and then mentioned how it was an honor to be speaking to me. I merely laughed once and thanked her before dialing the direct number of the President of Swan Corporations.

A familiar voice answered. "Swan Corporations, Leah Clearwater speaking."

I grinned. "Hello, Miss Clearwater. This is Isabella Dwyer speaking."

Her tone changed instantly. She was still business-like, but she sounded much happier and friendlier.

"Well, hello, Miss Dwyer," Leah said. "It's been a long time. How may I help you?"

I laughed. "Don't be silly, Leah. I know you're at work, but this is your sister speaking."

Leah laughed too. "I know. Aren't you still on the plane?"

"Yeah," I replied. "I'm calling on the plane. I still have an hour left. I was just curious. Where am I sleeping? Swan Hotel?"

"Don't be so ridiculous," Leah said, laughing. "We've already arranged a penthouse for you in Soho under your real name. You'll be staying there permanently. But before you go home, you need to come to the family mansion. Charlie wants to talk to you about your duties while you're in New York."

"For the last time," I said. "I am not doing business. I don't even want to help him. I have a full-time career, and it is being a doctor." I lowered my voice. "And why would you put the penthouse under my real name?"

"I'll try explaining before Charlie gets to you," Leah told me. "I'm coming to pick you up personally. I'll see you at the airport in an hour, 'kay, Bella?"

"Sure," I said easily. "See you." I hung up and frowned. Something was not right.

I walked out casually, looking around for Leah. Many people gaped at me, recognizing me. I ignored them and kept looking. And there, wearing her smart business suit and high heels and waving at me excitedly, was Leah. Behind were two bodyguards.

I walked over to her, wheeling the luggage cart in front of me. She ran to me and threw her arms around me.

"Bella, I missed you!"

I hugged her back tightly. "Missed you too, Leah."

She broke away and glanced at her bodyguards. "Well? Get her things!"

The two men moved immediately. They wheeled away the luggage car while we followed them outside to the limo.

"I saw the news, Miss Dwyer," Leah said smugly as we drove away from the airport. "Congratulations. Your hard work has paid off!"

I grinned "Thanks, Leah. So…what's this about my penthouse under my real name?"

Leah looked nervous. She glanced at me warily. "Um…"

"Miss Clearwater?" I pressed, using her business name.

"Well, I might as well tell you…" Leah bit her lip. "There's a reason why Charlie wanted you to come back to New York. He wants you to help with the business. Of course you'll still be working as a doctor in Columbia. But he thinks it's time for you to become more engaged in the Swan Corporations. He needs all the help that he can get."

"What?" I looked at her blankly. "He's been doing well for the past eight years without my help. Besides, he has you. And Seth and Sue."

"I'm only doing the duties as his assistant, Bella," Leah told me. "Of course, everyone knows that his secretary is his stepdaughter…and everyone thinks that I'm the "official" daughter, but I'm going to step down from that position now, and let you take the place. It's only right. And Mom is only doing her duty as Charlie's mistress. And Seth is too young. He'll be majoring in business at NYC this coming fall. He can barely help; he knows how these things work, but you can do better."

I gaped at her. "And Charlie forced you to do this?"

"Not forced," Leah said, frowning. "He asked what I thought about it, and I agreed. I know that this position wasn't meant for me. I only filled in until you were ready to help with the SC."

"Unbelievable," I muttered. "And he thinks that I'll help willingly? I know nothing about the SC. I've never been interested during the last eight years. I don't even know which companies are partners with our company!"

"Exactly," Leah said promptly. "Charlie thinks you ought to know and be interested now. You'll be assisting whenever and wherever you can. We've already told Columbia University Medical Center that you might also be busy with the family business. Which brings us to another matter."

She handed me a file, which I opened immediately. I frowned when I read the first sentence.

"What the-"

"We're stripping your alias name, Bella," Leah confirmed. "Columbia already knows everything, and they've agreed to keep quiet until we leak it to the press. We're going to tell the world that Isabella Dwyer is actually Isabella Marie Swan, now official daughter of Charlie Swan of Swan Corporations. You can do much more if you're working under your real name, Bella."

"But…" I sputtered. "You planned this without even consulting me?"

"What's there to consult?" Leah asked, shrugging. "We didn't think it would matter. It wasn't even a fake name; it was Phil's last name. The world will understand why you did it. You didn't want to be judged because you were Charlie's daughter. You wanted to prove yourself based on your own merits. And you have. So it doesn't matter now. All your reputation will be carried over to your real name. Nothing changes."

I was silent as I stared at the file, frowning slightly. Leah was right. I had proven myself. There was no need to keep going under an alias. It was logical. And it would feel great to live under my real name again.

"You understand, don't you?" Leah asked casually, interpreting my expression correctly. "Now that you're warned, we'll leak the information to the press first thing tomorrow morning. And once the calls start rolling in, we're going to schedule a press conference, with Charlie and you attending, explaining everything. You know, why you did it, why you're coming back to your real name now, all that stuff. We'll let you know when it is. Okay?"

I nodded slowly. "Okay… It sounds alright, I guess."

Leah grinned. "I know."

I rolled my eyes and gave her back the file. "You always were efficient, Leah."

She laughed. "That's why I'm the assistant. I'll do much better if I'm not doing the "official" daughter duties as well. That's your job."

"What exactly are my duties?" I asked apprehensively.

"It's not much," Leah said, her eyes widening innocently. "You know, it's just attending mandatory parties, charity benefits, important meetings, stuff like that. You don't have to have an escort or anything. You just have to be there for Charlie. You'll have to know everything about the Swan Corporations, and its businesses. I'll give you information to study from for that. No worries. You'll have to greet the other guests at parties, and introduce yourself on your first event. It's not much. Charlie will have Sue with him at the events, so you don't have to worry about tagging along with him."

"Not much?" My jaw had dropped in horror. "You know I hate parties, Leah!"

"Well, too bad," Leah said carelessly, consulting her folders. "There are a lot of events that you have to attend to. It's your job. Imagine how I've been managing for eight years. Now, all I have to do is step off to the side and merely do my job as secretary." She smirked.

I pouted. "Whatever, Leah."

She giggled. "Don't worry, Bella. I'll help you. And you learn pretty fast, so I'm not worried. I think I explained pretty much everything."

"What would I do at meetings?" I wondered vaguely. "Just sit down and listen to boring presentations?"

"Yes," Leah answered. "If you put in a few comments and opinions here and there, that's even better. They thought I was pretty charming." She winked. "I'm sure they'll be expecting more from you, Miss Swan. You're extremely famous."

"Yes, I know."

"Not to mention that everyone knows that you have a minor in business. I'm sure you'll do well, Bella. No worries."

I sighed and stared out the window. "I feel like I was slapped around as soon as I arrived."

"Basically, I did just slap you. Brace yourself, Bella. There's a lot to learn about the SC. Especially since you've neglected to learn anything for the past eight years."

"Where are we going?" I asked suddenly. "This isn't the way to Soho."

"It is too," Leah chided. "You'd remember if you'd visited frequently. It's a shorter way to get there. I'm bringing you to the family mansion first before dropping you off at your penthouse; Charlie wants to talk to you, and Sue and Seth wants to see you."

I grunted.

AN: So Bella's back! New York is the heart of business in the U.S., which means…all the major businessmen will be living there. Getting my point? Huh? Remember! Reviews are welcomed!