FAGE 12. Never Too Late to Start Anew
Title: The Hack
Written for: Purlysurly
Written By: Alyscia
Banner by Bee Masen
Beta: Monica03
Rating: M
Summary/Prompt used: I swipe at the tears; I have no idea it could be this bad. I just wanted to know. Curiosity killed the cat has more truth in it than I ever believed.
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The Hack
Chapter 1
BPOV
I swipe at the tears; I have no idea it could be this bad. I just wanted to know. Curiosity killed the cat has more truth in it than I ever believed.
The plan was easy, slip in unnoticed, do some coffee runs, keep my head down no big deal.
Who would have through two months later I would be the personal assistant to the lead of the movie about my biggest secret? One that only my father and I know.
"Bella, I can't find..." Edward doesn't finish his sentence before I hand over the changed script. The tenth rewrite of a scene he and Jasper are arguing over.
I could tell them it doesn't matter because no matter how often they add sex or drugs they will never have the true story. Not that I think it matters to Jasper. He is just trying to take a stab at the FBI for trying to pin the crime on him.
"Thanks, did he change what I asked or..." His green eyes scan my face looking for the answer I know he will not like.
I shake my head, "Not like you hoped. He said there needs to be some kind of love interest for women to be interested."
His eyes darken in frustration as he sits behind his desk moving the script away. "Dick."
I don't even hide my chuckle as I scroll through today's schedule. And start with his messages. "Felix called says he has a few scripts for you to look at that would start filming next year. Your mom called, and I quote, 'You better be at dinner on Sunday or she will wear her best muumuu to CWH so all the paparazzi can see.'"
I raise my brow giving him a pointed look before continuing, "Janice called, said she has a few interviews set up for the next week."
His eyes are closed. I can't help but look over the whiskers around his jawline, his laid back tee, and jeans as he lay further back in his chair.
"Can you get the interview schedule and make sure Janice gets the question list they plan on asking me? I want to make sure they will not be poking at my non-existent love life and focusing on films I am working on. And tell Felix I'll look at them but no promises. And for my mom, tell her it's only a threat if it would be more embarrassing for me than her. But I will be there."
I start the text messages and quickly shoot out everything he told me within a matter of minutes. "Ok for today we have two fittings; one with Alice for the comedy you will start shooting next month and then we have a fitting with Trish for the cameo on Criminal Minds."
"Before we go, make sure Peter gets the schedule so he knows when I am available to shoot Hack. Given that we can all agree on the script."
I swallow, "Of course."
Hack, the reason I am here. Four years ago close to a billion dollars came up missing from the top one percent across the globe. It was—still is—the biggest scandal. No one has been arrested or indicted. Jasper Hale, Alec Volturi, and Mase Masters were the top contenders for being charged but there was no proof and they were being closely watched. I heard they confiscated every piece of electronics for nearly a year trying to figure out which one did it.
I laugh at the thought Jasper 'Jackle' Hale could have anything to do with it. I mean he is a good hacker but in more of a hacktivist way. Anyone who knows anything can tell what hacker did what by the style of their code. Jasper has an ego the size of Texas. You can always tell it was him because he adds a Jackle into his code.
Same with the other two giant egos thinking they are the best thing to ever code. They always add signatures to their codes.
I shoot Edward's schedule over to Peter and tell him to let me know when he wants to shoot.
I still can't believe this is my job and how good I am at it. When I first got myself in at CWH, I studied the trio that made up the studio and production company.
Edward Cullen, A-list actor; Jasper Hale, the screenwriter and producer; and Peter Whitlock, the highest demanded director. The three of them are best friends and have been since diapers. In the media, they are called 'The Golden Trio' because anything they make is golden and when they work all together; they win every award.
I continue working on my tablet, going through everything, as Edward finishes up his paperwork for the studio and we head out to his fittings.
During his fittings, he always has me stay with him. I am a woman, my eyes see exactly why women go stupid around him. Why he has a stalker I have been fielding away from him.
The gods above sculpted this man for every woman's fantasy to come to life. From his sharp jawline and six-pack abs. His voice is pure sex. I swear he has me in the fitting room to punish me because I pretend that I don't see his appeal.
"Mr. Cullen, is there anything about the wardrobe you wish to change?" The girl is purring like a cat. It's disturbing she thinks it would be attractive.
Our eyes meet and I can tell he is trying to hide his laugh as much as I am.
"No, everything is great. Thank you."
She leaves, and Edward keeps his shirt off staring at me with heat.
I turn away clicking on my tablet, "I think you are good to be on your own today if that is ok with you."
I can feel disappointment roll off him, "Yeah, you'll be at my place in the morning to start the day?"
I turn him giving him my cheesiest smile, "Of course."