"Oh, Edward! You should have brought her to me sooner! We have work to do!"

I knew that any women that chose to wear lingerie as a shirt, would immediately disapprove of my plain cotton wardrobe. Jessica seemed to be no different. Dressed in four inch heels, a skirt with a split that went almost entirely up the length of one leg, and some lacy thing for a top, Jessica was dressed as if it weren't only seven degrees outside.

"Jessica, I won't ask you again. It's Mister Cullen. As for Isabella, I happen to think she's gorgeous the way she is, she just needs a few wardrobe additions. As usual, money is not an object. Please just make sure she has enough options to get her through fundraising season."

"I'll see what I can do. You really haven't given me much notice. What do we want to see her in? Red? Orange?"

She was talking about me as if I wasn't there.

"Isabella is standing right there. Why don't you pull your head out of your ass and ask her? I swear. One more transgression and I will switch to Angela Webber. I'll be in the seating in front of the mirror. And whatever you do, don't take all day."

Silently, I begged him to take me with him. I could tell that Jessica didn't like me. Why, I had no clue. All I knew was that I didn't want to be alone with her.

"Well come on. I haven't got all day. This looks like it'll fit. Try it on and show him."

Before I could protest, she was shoving me into a dressing room with the smallest cocktail dress I had ever seen. I didn't know much about these events, but I had a feeling that the occasion called for something far more formal than this. As I stepped out of my yoga pants, I regretted it. The dress was barely long enough to cover my backside and I felt the need to cover myself, even though I was supposedly dressed. Before I could mention my dislike for the garment, Jessica was zipping me up and shoving me into a lounge area. There was a sectional and table, but the rest of the space was covered with mirrors, and there was a platform I was pushed onto, probably so that the audience on the couches could see better.

"Jessica, what is she wearing?"

"Looking good short stack."

Emmett was trying to be funny. I was mortified. I'd seen my peers wear more to the club than what I had on in the moment.

"She looks hot. Much better than those rags she came in with."

I was embarrassed, but Emmett and Edward were furious. The silence in the room was white hot.

"I'd hoped that this would go smoothly, but we don't always get what we want. Jessica, you attended one event with me six months ago."

So that was it.

"I let you know then that it would be a one time, no strings attached affair. I let you know then that if it affected our working relationship in anyway, your services would no longer be required, and I meant it. As of this moment, you will issue Isabella an apology, retrieve Angela Webber and let her know that I will be retaining her services, should she be amenable. You will do this before I've finished my scotch, and if you can't seem to manage that, I'll be sure to let Client Services and Human Resources know that they really should hire employee's with tact and couth, who don't come on to their clients or attempt to burn bridges through bullying or cocktail dresses from three seasons ago."

"Mr. Cull-"

"Now, Jessica. My glass is half empty."

"I'm sorry, Bella."

"That's a half-assed apology if I've ever heard one. Get Webber in here. You're dismissed."

"I really am-"

"Dude, I'd leave before he starts acting out."

I watched as she backed away. Taking a drink from his champagne flute, I watched as Edward took a deep breath and straightened his shirt. Walking toward me and holding out his hand, he securely helped me down from the platform.

"I'm sorry you had to witness me getting angry that way. She was inappropriate."

"You don't have to apologize for her, Edward. I've dealt with people like Jessica my whole life."

"Still, I've never been inappropriate with her, or given her a reason to think we'd ever be more than stylist and client. She was out of line. I'll make sure she's been adequately reprimanded. If you're comfortable with it, please turn around. I'd imagine you need some help with the zipper."

Gathering my hair up, I turned so that he had access to the zipper. If I didn't know better, I would have sworn that he sniffed my hair.

"Ms. Webber should be along shortly. She's got a much more palatable personality."

Quietly I walked back into the dressing room, peeling myself out of the cocktail dress and sitting on the bench in the dressing room. If Webber was anything like Jessica, she'd hand me things she wanted me to try on. I wouldn't have to actually leave the room for anything.

"Kenneth, no. She was completely inappropriate."

I had no idea who Kenneth was, but Edward sounded pissed.

"No! I'll have her job over it. Fire her, or I'll be sure to take Webber and my business to another fashion house. I mean it. Numerically, i know for a fact that the Cullen's make up a large percentage of your revenue."

I couldn't hear what the man said in response.

"It seems like you and your employee have the same difficulty with comprehension. I will call Alice and Rosalee and explain that we've switched to Kendall's. And you how vapid their little socialite friends can be. Before you know it, your inventory will be relegated to the rack and you and your shareholders out on the street. Don't test me."

There was more muffled speaking, but I swore I could feel the tension in the room dissipate.

"And I'm sure we can count on today's foray into fashion to come free of charge, yes?"

I could easily identify Emmett's voice, even though it had an edge to it I wasn't used to.

"Great. Send in Webber."

"I'm already here. Nice to see you Mr. Cullen. Are we dressing the two of you today, or is there someone else."

"My... friend, Ms. Isabella Swan is in the dressing room."

"Yes. No doubt Jess scared her off. I'm really sorry about that. From now on, I've been dedicated as the personal shopper for Cullen family and associate's. I'll have someone bring out more champagne and some snacks, and Isabella and I will hopefully be out in something everyone likes here soon."

Already she sounded nicer than Jessica. There was a quick knock on the dressing room door, and I found myself more comfortable with facing whoever was on the other side.

"Hi. You must be Isabella. I'm Angela Webber. I understand I'm here to help you choose options for formal fundraisers."

It appeared that Jessica had robbed me of my ability to speak, so I simply nodded.

"No worries. You're beautiful, so I'm sure this will be a breeze. Now here comes the awkward part. As your stylist, I need to find items that will fit you best or be able to tell someone how we'd like it altered to fit, so I need to take some measurements of you in your undergarments. I promise to make it as quick and painless as possible. After the measurements, we'll talk about what kind of garments you might like to wear, and then we'll get to the fun part: the trying on. Now I know you may have some idea of what you want, but I have this midnight blue Galliano that would look fantastic on your skin. I'm babbling. If you'll turn around, we'll get you measured."

I could tell that Angela Webber and I would get along just fine.