AN: I know I know Bella is super insensitive, I wasn't happy about the way she handled it either. But there are some mysterious behind all this, should be revealed soon.

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Bella POV

I woke up on Thursday morning with a mission on my mind. It was my first day at Cullen Couture and I wanted to redefine my impression. I knew Mr. Cullen already had a rather disappointing impression of me, but I believed in second chances and I had to redeem myself.

I wore a black skirt and blue blouse with ballet flats and my regular brown sling bag. I packed all the necessities, extra pens, notepads and a sandwich.

I mentally prepared myself for the day. I shouldn't have been too fussy, this was a great opportunity for me and over yesterday I couldn't stop being thankful for getting the chance to be interviewed by him, regardless of how odd it was.

I took the train, people watched and scrolled through my phone while it drove into the city. I got a "good luck" text from Nat in the morning, she was the only one I had informed about this.

I crossed the street and finally made it to the building. I walked into the large lobby, a different state of mind. I took a quick glance at the atrium's beauty and then headed to greet Angela.

"Good morning" I chirped. She looked at me expectantly.

"It's my first day here" I say and she smiles kindly before returning to her work.

I noticed she wasn't the same as Tuesday but didn't think anything of it. I walked to the elevators and rode up to the desired floor.

I walked out and Mike wasn't at his desk. I checked my phone and it was already ten past eight in the morning. In fact nobody else was on the floor yet. I was probably early. I walked down the same corridor to Mr. Cullen's office.

If I was lucky he would be there and I could formally introduce myself and make a better impression this time, while also thanking him for the opportunity to be his assistant.

But when I reached the hallway, I noticed his door was wide open. I walked the remainder of the hall till I was in front of the door.

I held my breath, I could see him inside, the back of his chair facing me while the sunlight from his ceiling to floor glass streamed onto him.

"Don't linger" I heard him say in a rough voice. I gulped.

I slowly entered his office, careful to not let my shoes make any noise with the floor. I was hesitant already, my footsteps made it worse.

He whirled around in his chair and placed his elbows carefully onto his desk. He wore different sunglasses today, more vintage with a thing gold edge on its frame. His hair, tangled into a mess, his complexion fair and almost paler than me. But his cheeks had a hint of color and I didn't know why I was noticing all of this.

Yes Nat, he was beyond gorgeous. I thought in my head.

"Good morning Mr. Cullen" I say trying to not let my voice hint at any nervousness.

"Good morning, and what can I do for you? I usually take appointments but you...showed up" he says slowly, uncertainly.

"I'm sorry, I was told to come by 8" I say fisting my hands at my side.

"And who told you to?" Mr. Cullen asked me.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Uhm Mike...your receptionist..I think I made a mistake sorry I should-" I turn to leave the office but Mr. Cullen stopped me.

"Wait" he sighed.

I was having a nervous breakdown. I know I heard him correctly when he said I had to be at the office by 8 sharp. Was Mr. Cullen pissed I reached ten minutes later?

I didn't know, but I was slightly afraid now. He was intimidating.

I gulped and Mr. Cullen rose from his seat. He walked over to me.

"Walk with me, would you Miss Swan?" Mr Cullen asks politeness laced in his tone. He walked ahead of me and I followed every second step of his.

He wore a navy blue suit today with a light blue shirt inside. The suit fit his figure like a glove, like it was tailored perfectly to him. He walked with one hand in his pocket and the other rubbing his thumb with his index finger.

The strands of hair at the nape of his neck rose, I couldn't help noticing all of this. His collar looked tensed, his shoulder blades visible through his suit, he would turn his head to the side every few seconds to probably hear if I was still behind him.

I kept my distance but nothing could mask his scent. As soon as he had walked towards me in his office, the fragrance assaulted me. It was musk, vanilla and a hint of peppermint or something. I couldn't place my finger on it.

We were walking back to Mike's desk and I didn't realize Mr. Cullen stopped walking until my hands accidentally bumped into the back of his suit.

"Sorry" I whispered hidden from Mike on the other side of Mr.Cullen

"Good morning Sir" Mike said and I heard the squeal of the chair, knowing he stood up.

I saw Mr. Cullen shift to the side and lean an elbow on Mike's desk.

When my eyes met Mike's he had the most panicked look ever. He wasn't expecting me. And I was so confused.

"So I see you have two meetings today" Mike said through his teeth addressing Mr.Cullen, but his entire face and body was turned towards me. He was trying to indicate something from his eyes. He kept shifting them towards the elevators.

But I didn't understand. I was about to say something when Mike held his finger to his lips.

Mr. Cullen chuckled, Mike turned to look at his boss, fear in his expression

"If you two are done flirting..." Mr. Cullen starts and I feel embarrassed.

"Mr. Cullen...I can explain" Mike pleads.

"I'm sure you have a good explanation, but before that, ask Alex to escort Miss Swan. I have a phone call to make" Mr. Cullen says and then turns to walk past me.

"You have a good day Miss Swan" he says as he brushes past me.

I looked at Mike, livid.

He looks apologetically at me "Look I can explain...hear me out"

I walk past him, and rush to the elevators. Mike follows suit.

"Bella listen!"

I enter the elevator and Mike stops the doors from closing.

"What?!" I yell and he gets into the elevator with me.

"I made the call to you because I looked at your portfolio. It was incredible Bella. I think you have a lot of potential here at Cullen Couture" Mike says and I cross my arms on my chest.

"You faked the fact that I got in" I say and Mike sighs

"I wouldn't call it faking, I wanted to help you get in so you could prove yourself to Mr. Cullen"

"Oh really? And why the hell would I want to do that?" I ask angrily

Mike pauses for a second "Wait...don't you want this job?"

I sigh as I hear the elevator bell ring indicating we've reached the ground floor.

"I do want this job..."

"Then what's the issue? Let me speak to Mr.Cullen, I can reason with him Bella"

I gave Mike a small grin and thanked him for his effort "I wish...but the job doesn't want me" I say walking out of the elevator.

A tall bulky man with a full cargo suit on and black leather boots was waiting right outside the lift. If Mr. Cullen was intimidating, this man was outright scary.

He noticed Mike and I as we walked out to the main entrance.

"Give me a day, please let me try" Mike says and I let him. I had nothing else to loose anymore now. I had already made a fool of myself, I knew Mike's effort would go to waste anyways. So if he wanted to try he could.

The man walked behind us the entire time.

"Thanks Mike, but I think I'll try to apply for an internship with Alice instead. I'll thank my contact too for giving me the chance to have an interview with Mr.Cullen himself. Also do give my regards to him" I say and then walk through the sliding doors with the man following behind.

After a few meters away from the entrance I turn to look at the man. He doesn't give me any expression other than a cold disciplined look.

I sigh "You must be Alex, thanks but I can find my way back now" I say walking ahead. I turn to look back and Alex watches till I disappear round the corner.

I'm beat. Tired, and pretty upset. I walk towards a small cafe just down the road and plop myself on the seats outside.

This was my last straw, now I had to return to Forks. Maybe I could find a decent job there, enough to help out, something that could keep me satisfied. And maybe, if chances let me, I could try here again in a couple of years.

Or somewhere else.

But I felt defeated. I pulled out my phone, teary eyed and dialed his number.

"Bells" he breathed

"Hi Dad.." I said with a slight sniffle. I heard Charlie sigh on the other end.

"You didn't get in" he stated and I felt a small lump in my throat. I didn't have to answer, he already knew.

"Ah I'm sorry kiddo. But hey, it's alright. You're a fresh graduate, you've had a few months of experience, don't be discouraged if you didn't get in now. You're still young Bells, you have a long way to learn" he explained and his words comforted me just like I had hoped they would.

"You're right dad" I say wiping at my eyes quickly

"Come home kiddo" Charlie says and I shake my head.

"I will...soon, I just need two more weeks" I say wiping my hands on my skirt and getting up with my bag in hand.

"Why two weeks Bells?"

"I'll see you soon dad" I say and cut the call. I ignore a few texts from Nat. I head back home as soon as possible and take a hot shower.

I change into an oversized hoodie and shorts then settle on my couch. I pull up my laptop and then string my fingers on the keyboard.

I google Edward Cullen and begin my research.

Edward Cullen; son of Carlisle Cullen...started the magazine in 1992...originally from Forks, Washington but since settled in New York with the business started to bustle...

Forks? They were from Forks.

I kept reading on and on; Eldest child of the Cullen children, 26 years of age.

I scrolled further down the Wikipedia page and found some personal life information. Not sure if all this was reliable but I gave it a read regardless.

Born in Forks, Washington...blah blah blah..went to NYU...bachelors in business...blah blah...born blind in both eyes...

I froze when I read the next few lines.

People knew about this. The media also knew, I sat back and placed my laptop off of me.

Nobody wanted to say anything about it, that's the amount of respect he had gained, well the family had gained. I wondered what made him so respectable.

And was it all even true? I scrolled further to read about the magazine and how it came about. They did a lot to help people, sales of the magazine helped the poor when they first started by donating every magazine purchase to charity and causes they were representatives of.

I had heard about Esme's charity work. I kept scrolling further, time passed by and I got hungry. It was almost 12pm, so I got up and cooked myself some lasagna.

I kept my laptop next to me as I kept reading all articles that mentioned the Cullen family. They were at all sorts of events, fashion week shows, charitable events, social media events.

I finally switched off the laptop and sat on my dining table. I ate the hot lasagna quickly, my body relishing each bite.

I looked at my phone and searched they're website. I sent in an interested email to their general contact us email id on the website. I stated my interest in an internship with Miss Alice Cullen if there were any spots available.

Now all I had to do was wait.

I took the rest of the day to clean the apartment, and watch tv huddled into my couch.

Around late afternoon, I was in a deep sleep when I felt my phone vibrate against my chest. I picked up the call without looking at the caller ID.

"Hello?" I asked, voice thick with sleep.

But nobody replied.

"Helloo?" I asked again and the line went dead. Ugh some stupid wrong number probably.

I dug my head into the couch pillow again, my hair covering my entire face.

I heard the phone ring again, I groaned.

I picked it up, again no answer. I cut the call and kept my phone on silence. I had the rest of the day to sulk and sleep.

Hopefully tomorrow I could take charge of my life again. I had only two weeks.

DUN DUN DUN

STICK AROUND GUYS, BELLA WILL LEARN DONT WORRY.

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