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Bella.

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I had spent the next couple of days nervous and unsure, a combination I was not used to feeling. I prided myself on my sassy personality, and unfortunately, that may get me fired here.

I jerked back from my thoughts when a hand holding a file suddenly appeared in front of my face.

"Your first task today is to check the financial reports." My stomach fluttered as I looked into his emerald green eyes.

"Yes, sir." He really was a gorgeous man. It was a shame he was so difficult to deal with.

"Then, I need you to re-organize a couple of appointments for me." He handed me a piece of paper. "These appointments are urgent Miss Swan."

"No problem, Mr. Cullen." I looked up from the paper to see him staring at me intently. "Anything else I can help you with sir?"

A light blush covered his cheeks, "No, that will be all Miss Swan." He cleared his throat and turned, striding into his office and shutting the door.

TURN one. TURN two. TURN three.

Looking down at myself, I couldn't figure out what Bosshole's problem was. Alice had informed me that this blue silk blouse looked good; or in her words, "It looks fabulous Bella, your cleavage looks great and the color really suits you."

The next week passed by slowly, but free from drama. I slowly started to relax into my position and even interacted with Mr. Cullen on a couple of occasions.

Even after all these years he was still enthusiastic about his work, and I now understood why so many people dealt with him, despite his less than stellar attitude. He was brilliant and obviously very good at his job.

I had also noticed a couple of interesting things about him. Besides the door thing, his desk was organized in a particular way, everything had it's place. Pens went to the right of him, three, all lined in a neat row. Files were placed neatly at the top of the desk, the binding/edging placed facing outward. His laptop was placed to his left, along with his phone, which was placed at the top of his desk on the left hand side.

His suit jacket was always hung on a hanger before being placed on the rack. He had four different ties in his bottom drawer, along with a new shirt; obviously placed there in case he needed to change. I sometimes witnessed him counting to himself, but other than those little quirks, he appeared to be overly controlled in everything.

I learned from watching him. After stirring his coffee, three to the left and three to the right, he tapped his spoon on the side of his cup six times before rinsing off the spoon and returning it to its appropriate drawer.

I also learned how to organize his lunch, food must not touch and no dressings or sauces are to be placed on the plate, instead they had to be in a bowl to the right side of his plate.

Many restaurants knew exactly how he liked his food, often sending everything in separate containers.

He also seemed to be a little more friendlier towards me, although I think I sometimes made him uncomfortable. I would catch him staring at me like I was a puzzle waiting to be cracked. Sometimes a light blush would cover his cheeks, making him seem much younger than his thirty-three years.

~CC~

It was a Thursday morning and I had been in the office since 7am. Mr. Cullen was always in a better mood when I had set everything up for the day and I soon realized that coming in an hour earlier made all the difference.

He liked to have the day organized just so, no emergency appointments were allowed and everything had to be planned exactly to the hour, or he would become agitated and short-tempered.

He had walked into the office with a little bounce in his step, telling me to follow him into his office.

"We're going out today." He fell into his chair. Did he just say 'we'.

"Really?" Thank God, the office could be pretty boring sometimes. Especially since it was only me and Mr. Cullen on this floor.

"Yes, I'm signing the contract for the controlling interest in a business start-up. I've been working on it for the past year." He leaned back and gave me a bright smile, his whole face lit up and his eyes sparkled with delight. It was startling to see; it made me smile back at him easily.

He was so handsome when he wasn't being a complete bosshole.

His excitement was catching and I found myself letting my guard down. I spoke without thinking. "It's good to see you smile, I don't think I've ever seen it before. You're always so serious." I slapped my hands over my mouth as soon as I finished speaking, shocked at what I said. He was sure to fire me now.

He had laughed. "Very few things please me, Miss Swan. Business is something I enjoy. Something I excel in."

I nodded, shocked that he answered me so easily.

Our meeting with Mr. Jenks was interesting. Mr. Cullen had introduced me to the portly man and guided me, hand placed firmly on the small of my back, to my seat; offering me a dazzling smile as he described me as extremely efficient in my job to Mr. Jenks. I obviously preened at the compliment, pleased that I had managed to impress someone as finicky as Mr. Cullen.

It was obvious that Mr. Jenks and Mr. Cullen had had many business dealings together. Mr. Jenks didn't bat an eye at Mr. Cullen's food order of, "Well done steak, Jacket potato and peas". All on separate plates; butter was to be placed in a small bowl and the steak had to be thoroughly cooked, no visible fat.

Mr. Cullen then proceeded to cut his steak and place it on a clean plate, asking the server to take his dirty plate as he detested the grease and oil the steak left behind.

The lunch meeting was going smoothly; Bosshole had been attentive to me throughout dinner, often asking me for my opinion on the many idea's he had for his new venture. It made me rethink his nickname, maybe he wasn't so bad.

I watched as Mr. Cullen removed a pen from his jacket and place it to his right, ready to sign Mr. Jenks papers. It must have been a regular occurrence because Mr. Jenks quickly removed a file from his briefcase. He visibly cringed when he handed him a folder that had obviously been shoved inside, leaving many creases.

And with that, Mr. Cullen's good mood had vanished instantaneously. His nostrils flared and his voice became stern and straight to the point. Obviously displeased with the way Mr. Jenks had stored the file.

He seemed to perk up once we left the restaurant and I hoped his good mood would last. During the ride to the office he had been quiet and reserved. I had caught him looking at me from my peripheral vision a couple of times, but kept quiet, not wanting to sour his good mood.

I had been relaxed for the rest of the day; even going so far as to knock on his door and offer him coffee, which he accepted, obviously confident that I knew exactly how to make it, six taps on the cup included.

My smile was bright and my optimism high until I was ready to leave for the day. I had just packed up my things and was heading to the elevator when he peered his head around his office door.

"Miss Swan," I turned and smiled at him.

"Yes, sir." The elevator dinged and the doors opened, I placed my hand in the door so that it didn't leave without me.

"While my spirits today were unusually high and I behaved unprofessionally myself, I would implore you to remember that I am your boss, not your friend. The comment you made earlier this morning was inappropriate and you would do well to remember your place here." My smile dropped and I swallowed the lump in my throat. Giving him a nod of agreement, I turned and left.

The next day at work I was still feeling a little deflated and hadn't had much sleep. Luckily for me, Mr. Cullen kept himself locked away, doing God knows what in his office. I didn't see him all day and was able to leave early to catch up on my much needed sleep.