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A/N: Hi guys, so far I have got like zero response for the last chapter, so I'm not sure if any of you even liked it! Anyway I wonder if anyone guess who is going to a reappearance this chapter (it's not Emmett, he's in it but that's not who I mean), I think it's fairly obvious but I'll leave that up to you guys.

There are going to be some more flashback here, but they won't be really connected, they sort of just float about a bit. They shed a little bit more light on teenage Rosalie and how she copes when her father come home from the hospital.

This one took some time as I had a few ideas for some new stories, but I got a bit blocked here. Anyway here is the next chapter, have fun reading it!

Chapter 4 - All That You Can't Leave Behind

Opening up the restaurant and going to the office, I dropped my keys on the desk they landed on a stack of papers I had forgotten about. Moving the keys aside I quickly scanned the first few lines of the document, realising that it was the divorce documents that I did not have a chance to finish signing.

I could have taken a few minutes to sign it and be done with all of it, but for some reason I pushed them under some various other piles of paper work.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Well that was until my phone started ringing wildly, pulling it out and flipping it open I answered the call and shrugged off my coat.

"Hello Rosalie Hale speaking"

"Rose its Emmett" my jaw tensing, I remained standing as I draped my coat over the back of my chair. "I'm outside the restaurant can I come in?"

"Why?"

"Because we didn't finish signing the divorce papers yesterday" with a sigh, I sat down at the desk and leaned my forehead on my hand.

"Give the phone to the Maître de" a short explanation later and I was about to see Emmett again, the day after our almost kiss in this very office. Did he want to torture me? A sharp knock at the door signalled his arrival, opening the door; I went behind my desk and sat down as he did the same, taking the seat opposite me.

Shifting the papers on my desk to find the ones that I needed, I accidentally knocked a whole stack of them over. I curse under my breath as dozens of loose sheets fell to the floor, moving to pick them up and sort them out, Emmett did the same as well. As I reached for an inventory list, so did Emmett and both of our hands touched.

It was not like one of those cheesy movie moments, when our hands touch our eyes did not connect and we did not have a 'moment'. What did happen was the second his hand touched mine, I dropped the paper and immediately jerked my hand away, lowering my head and gathering the rest of the papers. Quickly sorting them out, he handed me a bunch of papers and I extracted the divorce papers from the huge pile and got out a pen, wasting no time in flicking through and signing my name at the end along with my initial where he indicated.

"Is that it?" he shook his head, actually looking fairly serious which was a first for him.

"They have be finalised this is the first step, I'll let you know when it's all done" nodding he rose from his seat. Looking out the window for a second I saw that it had started to rain, it was pouring down and it also looked windy outside, turning back to him I saw that he did not have an umbrella.

"There are some umbrellas downstairs, that some customers have forgotten if you don't have one" he looked confused for a moment till he glanced over my shoulder and out the window.

"Right thanks" he fiddled with the combination lock on his briefcase. "Fuck, I always forget the right number" twiddling with it again, he sighed heavily when it still would not open, giving up and tucking the papers under his arm as I opened the door and led him back out to the restaurant.

"See you Emmett" this was it, I guess. After the papers were filed there would not be any need for us to ever meet again, we would officially me divorced and that was the end of that.

"It was nice seeing you again Rose" with a devastatingly charming smile, he walked outside not looking back, well that was until he tried to cross the road just as a messenger on a bike rode past, spraying him and the papers with water. He stood there blinking for a moment before looking down at the mushy gunk he held under his arm, snagging an umbrella before dashing outside I went over to him.

"So what now?"

"There you go dad" a few days since he had come back from the hospital and things were strained at best. We were sat at the table in the kitchen and I had just handed him a plate of chicken and pasta, when the first thing he did was stand and walk into the living room, taking it with him. I heard the television go on a few minutes later with a heavy sigh I tucked into my dinner.

Since he had been back he had been very irritable, he was either shouting and swearing at me or he just ignored me. He tired a lot but he was suffering from insomnia, he would stay up and watch the television he often had it turned up so loud the neighbours complained. Until he punched one of the residents, before they would at least say hi if they saw me coming or going, now I got accusing stares or I was ignored.

He also got the shakes and sweats while he was in hospital and when he got back, he kept asking for a beer or whiskey.

"Rosie!" with a sigh, I picked up my plate and took it to the sink before going into the living room.

"Yes?"

"Rosie, can you get me a beer?" with another heavy sigh, I crossed my arms over my chest not looking forward to what was coming next. Before he came home I got rid of all of the alcohol and drugs in the house, I also took any extra cash he had and hid it, knowing that he would try and get drugs or alcohol the second he could.

"Dad, we don't have any. Plus you are meant to be sober" he was meant to be going to AA meetings to help him, but he refused to go.

"Fuck that, one drink won't kill me, come on darling"

"No dad, it's not like I can get you any alcohol anyway" I was referring to the fact that I was only seventeen and so under the legal age limit, the most I could pass for was nineteen there no way anyone would sell me alcohol.

"You could find a way" his voice turned pathetically pleading, this man was my d=father and yet I felt no sympathy for him. He deserved all of it, the withdrawal symptoms were no less than any pain he had inflicted on everyone around him.

"Well I won't. You don't have enough money anyway; there are still your medical bills that need to be paid. What are you going to do about that?" berating him, I know I would regret winding him up when he recovered, but for now he could barely stand never mind hit me.

"Watch your mouth, I am still your father!"

"So what? Act like it then, get sober and get a damn job!" my voice rising I was filled with nothing but anger towards this man, who was supposed to be my father. He was supposed to be the one worrying about the money and looking after me, not the other way around.

"Shut up!" he shouted flinging his plate in my direction, however it missed me due to the feebleness of his throw, it fell onto the floor where it broke and split tomato sauce all over the grungy brown carpet.

Storming out of the flat, I ended up at Alice's house where I spent even more time now, if that was even possible. She answered the door sweeping me in for a tight hug when she saw me, letting me in and leading me upstairs to her room.

"Hey Rose" called out Emmett as we went past his room, stopping at his door I saw that he was stretched out on his bed casually, reading a car magazine. He peeked over the top of it when he saw me go past, then he dropped it to the bed when he spoke with a smile on his face.

There weren't many similarities between Alice and Emmett, in fact you couldn't even tell they were related but that smile was exactly the same as Alice's, infectious and slightly mischievous too, an irresistible combination when it came to Emmett Cullen.

"Hi Emmett" I responded and we shared a smile, but this was different Alice still didn't know that we were sort of dating and on one hand sneaking around was kind of exciting, but he was her brother, her older brother.

"C'mon Rosalie" said Alice impatiently, tapping her foot as she looked at me.

"See you Rose"

"See you" when they got to Alice's room, she shut the door and turned on her stereo sitting on the bed and looking back to me, as I sat next to her.

"Could you be any more obvious?" she said with a raised eyebrow.

"Sorry?"

"I know you have a crush on Emmett, you're not exactly subtle but you should be wary" looking at her in confusion, Alice was genuinely concerned for me.

"Why?"

"Because he's seeing someone, he sneaks off at night. It's not Edward he's going to see, if he was he wouldn't hide it. Anyway I heard him talking to Edward about her yesterday" Rosalie was tempted to tell Alice, but she was curious as to what Emmett said, so she just went along with it.

"What did he say?"

"Well...I am editing here, because it's my brother and...you know what he can be like. He said this girl is gorgeous and he clearly likes her, in fact he said he might be in love with her"

"Does he know you heard that?" shaking her head she gave me a cheeky grin.

"He has no idea, I heard"

"Do you have an idea who it could be?"

"A few, but it doesn't matter. It's his life he can do what he wants, oh! I need your help, Jasper is going to introduce me to his parents next Thursday, so you have to help me find a suitable outfit" hoping off the bed excitedly, she went over to her closet a huge walk in one that was probably the size of my poky little room.

"You hardly need my advice on fashion"

"It's always good to get a second opinion"

I dashed home to get ready for an even of Alice's that I 'had' to attend. As a PR agent Alice met a lot of people from D-listers to A-Listers, she always had interesting stories about each of them, no names were involved though.

For this event there was some sportsman who had recently won some sort of competition in some European country, he was getting big and so was also worth some money which was where Alice stepped in. she made a big reputation for him, getting him interviews, ad campaigns, the point was to get his face out there and get a big support going for him. going to show that even sports were a business, it wasn't just about the game it was about getting fans, money and the big house on the hill.

The point of this party was she had managed to get him a big ad deal, he was to be the face of a new clothing line for Levi's. It involved a lot of billboard with his face plastered on it, while he wore nothing but a pair of jeans and looked sexy.

Such a hard life for some.

So now the launch party would be full of celebrities and the sportsman, Alice was probably going to set me up with someone. With as much energy as my friend had, I thought it wise to just go along with it plus it was going to be good for business for my restaurant was catering. If nothing else I could possibly find a good business deal, so it wouldn't be totally wasted evening.

"Rose, are you ready?" called out Alice as she walked into the flat carrying in her dry cleaning on one arm, with her hand bag over her shoulder, a stack of books under her other room as she texted on her blackberry, all with total ease. Walking out of my room, I twirled for Alice so she get a good look and then completely change my outfit, it was what she did, but it always seemed to work out.

I was wearing a knee length black jersey dress, with long sleeves and shiny embellished shoulders, with black snake skin platforms and minimal jewellery. Putting the books on the dining room table, with her phone on top, then the dry cleaning on the chair with her handbag, she put a finger to her lips looking me up and down, deep in thought.

"Right, love the shoes they can stay. Change the dress for the...purple, white and black pop art dress, no more jewellery and keep your hair down" nodding I went to change and when we were all set we hopped into a cab and were on our way.

Alice had slipped out of her usual pencil shirt and blouse and into a sleeveless knee length dress with a black mesh over lay and a plunging V-neckline and draped detailing. Alice was small so the neckline did not look like she was trying too hard, it was tasteful but the same could not be said for the skyscraper purple heels she wore. Had Alice not been too short she could have easily been a model with her striking pixie-like looks, along with her ability to walk in even the tallest of heels with ease.

I had known Alice since we were kids and it had always seemed like she did everything with such ease and with a ready smile. We were such polar opposites and yet we hardly ever had any major falling outs, she was a rare type of person that you couldn't help but like.

"Al, remind me why I have to be here?" she slapped on that smile as she looked at me, glancing down at her phone every so often, probably waiting for a text from her long term boyfriend Jasper.

"Because, this is a great opportunity for your restaurant to expand?"

"Yes and...?" I knew here there was more to it, if nothing else I could at least be prepared to be forced onto another blind date, set up my supposed best friend.

"And because, there may be a certain boxer who had penchant for pretty blondes?" she said these words in a rush, smiling even wider when she was finished, as if by looking extra cute it would save her from me being pissed at her. With a deep sigh and a roll of my eyes, she did look like a kitten and it would be like throwing a kitten in a wheelie bin if I disappointed her.

"Fine then, but he better at least have something to say, other than 'Are they real?' " it was her turn to roll her eyes.

"Look we're here!" clutching my coat closer to me until we were inside, I looked over my shoulder out of the window. Droplets were beginning to fall on the pavement; hopefully it would ease up by the time we wanted to leave.

Following Alice past the lobby of the hotel we entered and into a type of ballroom, where dozens of circular tables were laid out. Near the front of the room there were two of the photos from the ad campaign, where a familiar person was stood grinning, shirtless with a pair of distressed jeans sitting low on his hips.

The very man strode towards us as we walked in, Robert Walsh. He was dressed much better this time compared to the first we met, as was I, for one my eyes weren't as blotchy from all of the tears.

"Rob, this is my friend Rosalie. Her restaurant did the catering for this evening" her tone went formal at the flip of a switch and she smiled at both of us.

"Nice to meet you Rosalie" he held out his hand with a smile as he recognised me but didn't let onto Alice. It was then that I realised Robert was the guy she wanted to set me up with, it was made even clearer when she made an excuse to leave us alone.

"If you will excuse me, I can see Alan and Vivian and I should say hello" he continued to smile, even after Alice weaved her way to the couple she had named.

"Rosalie, now I have a name for the face. It's a pretty name, not one you hear often" his accent was a little rough, however not to unpleasant sounding.

"My mother was fond of old fashioned names" was my short answer.

"Right then, how about a drink? I know I need one, I hate these events" raising an eyebrow, I went with him to the bar.

"Really, you look rather comfortable up there" I jerked my head in the direction of the massive version of his naked torso. He shook his head, looking uncomfortable in his grey suit, I had the feeling that he would rather be in a gym, in sweats rather than the suit.

"This stuff ain't me, I didn't get into boxing so I could see my ugly mug staring at me from a massive billboard. I barely scraped by in school, so this..." he motioned to the extravagantness of the hall we were in, shrugging as if not quite understanding how he got here. "I'm not used it all"

We got to bar and we were served pretty quickly, when the bartender noticed and recognised Robert. Taking our drinks to our table we were, by some odd coincidence, seated next to each other according to the seating chart.

The evening went by quite well, there were a few speeches and quote a few approached me about the food. After handing out yet another business card, Robert came back over to me having spent the majority of the evening making small talk with a series of people that could really help with his 'image'. He saw me handing the business card and when I was alone he gave me a glass of wine taking a deep gulp of his own.

"Looks like your quite popular, maybe I should ask for your autograph"

"What about you, I should be privileged to get a moment of your time, pretty soon I'll bet you'll be as big as..." I wracked my brains for a famous sportsperson. "David Beckham?" seemed to be the only thing my brain offered up. He gave me a side glance, not totally blown away by my wide knowledge of sports.

"You thought of him cause he's English didn't you?"

"I couldn't think of anyone else, I'm not a big sports fan"

"I can tell, Beckham is big but he's more interested in his new aftershave or underwear line. I'm not so much into the business side of this" taking a sip of wine, Alice looked over and caught my eye smiling at me, smiling back she looked away as she continued to talk to a woman in her fifties, a woman that looked a lot like Meryl Streep.

Sitting in the living room as I got a call, I picked up my phone not recognizing the number, walking into the kitchen and putting my mug in the dishwasher.

"Hello Rosalie Hale"

"Hello Ms Hale, this is Bree Tanner, I believe we met at the launch party for Levi?" the voice was somewhat familiar, she was well spoken and so I assumed this wasn't a call just for small talk.

"Yes we did, it's good to hear from you, what can I help you with?"

"Well I may have a business proposition for you" I couldn't stop the smile that spread across my face.

"That sounds promising, I shall have to talk my employer the owner of the restaurant and have a meeting set up" getting out my address book I flicked through to find the number of Michael Stewart.

Saying goodbye and hanging up I found the number dialling immediately, it was answered after only two rings.

Choosing to meet at the restaurant was only fitting, Michael arrived quarter of an hour before Bree and an associate was due to arrive. Michael Stewart used to be a big business man, up until five years ago he amassed quite a business, various restaurants and cafes around New York. However when the recession hit, many people were cutting back and so fine dining took a hit, he sold many of his businesses apart from two places Eleven Madison Park and another restaurant in New York.

He was a short man in his fifties, with a receding hairline which was light brown and greying at the temples. He was somewhat chubby but not fat, he didn't smile a lot either but there was a way he talked that made you feel like a confidant of his, in a low fatherly voice.

"Hello Rose"

"Hi, shall I take you through the taster menu that me and Matt have prepared?" nodding I handed him a sample menu, going through it with him when Bree arrived along with Emmett.

"Emmett?" I said in shock as they approached, almost forgetting that this was a meeting.

"So you do know Emmett Cullen? He is an acquaintance of mine and the one who suggested that this could be a good business opportunity" Bree spoke in such an assured and well-mannered voice as she did not catch on to the surprise in my voice to see Emmett.

She was small, about the same height as Alice with thick wavy dark brown hair which was pulled back into a low bun. Dressed well in a dark skirt suit, although I knew she was approaching her mid-forties she looked to be in her mid-thirties, with only a few lines round her mouth and brow area and no grey hair.

"Did he now?" I replied, putting on a smile and looking from Emmett to Bree as I led them to a somewhat secluded booth near the back of the restaurant. Right on cue two of the servers brought over a tray of sample starters and drinks, it seemed to go well Bree loved everything she tasted and was delirious with delight.

Emmett was a lot more reserved he left the talking to the three of us, he simply leaned back in his seat every so often looking over at me. We were sat opposite each other, but it didn't mean I couldn't tell when he was looking at me.

What was decided that we do would do another sort of trial run, we were to cater an event for Bree a party for her daughters' birthday in two and a half weeks and then they would discuss the business of investing, if it turned out well.

Bree said her goodbyes, shaking mine and Michael's hands enthusiastically before departing. Emmett took her aside a moment and then she left, whilst Emmett stayed Michael went to the office to collect some paperwork and when he walked away Emmett looked over at me from where he stood by the door. I had a feeling that I would never truly understand Emmett, or why he did anything.

"So why all the secrecy, why not just tell me you would be here?"

"Spoils the fun doesn't it?" there was that smirk that made him look like a kid stealing candy and getting away with it. "That look on your face was priceless, I couldn't miss that opportunity after your little stun when I first came here"

"If that's the reason you're here, to get one up on me you don't need to string along the restaurant. This could be a very big opportunity for us, so please don't mess it up" he looked somewhat offended.

"Why do you think I would I try and ruin this for you, do you think I'm that harsh?"

"No, I don't get why you do anything that you do. You show up out of the blue after nearly two years asking for a divorce which is fine, because it's not like I expected you to just stay married to me or whatever. But then you ask me out for dinner, like hardly any times gone past. I just don't get you"

"Well, this time I genuinely think this business arrangement could be mutually beneficial. Believe it or not, I didn't do this to spite you. Bree is the wife of a man with a bit of money and she doesn't want to be the housewife anymore, she did a degree in business so she knows what she is talking about" he was no longer smiling, but his facial expression was still soft.

"You're both good at business, you've good ideas and I just pointed her in the right direction. You did the rest all by yourself" he turned round and got his jacket, smiling briefly at me before walking outside.

Not thinking about it, or I wouldn't have done it, I followed him outside.

"Emmett!" he was only a few yards away, so speed walking I soon caught up to him. turning round when he heard me, he came to stop raising an eyebrow as I got to him.

"What is it Rose?"

"About what I said earlier, just forget it. Thank you anyway, this could be...a brilliant opportunity for Eleven Madison"

"Well I did it because, I know you, I know how hard you must have worked especially when it almost got closed down" I titled my head to side, not knowing that he knew about the history of Michael's business empire before the recession hit him.

"How d-"

"Even if I trust you, I did my research just to make sure I knew what I was myself and Bree into" he shrugged like it wasn't a big deal, although he had paid me a big compliment, well it was big coming from Emmett, as he didn't often compliment people.

"Well, I mean it. Thank you" holding my gaze steadily, we smiled at each other for a moment.

"Seeing as we are going to be business partners, if all goes according to plan, how about a drink tomorrow?" I should say no. No. No. No. Easy enough right?

"Sounds great, I'll call you later" damn it.

"See you Rose" walking away, we went our separate ways when I got to the restaurant door. I looked back at Emmett, he had stopped walking on and had also turned to look at me.

The moment we looked at each other, I ducked my head and turned away walking inside. What was I thinking?

A/N: Hey everyone a bit of a longer chapter there, with more of Rose and Emmett. Expect more of it soon, this may have been a tad slow, but I do have to set the scene and I can have them making out right now can I, well I could, however they have been estranged for two years so it'll take some time.

But those of you who are rooting for Rose and Emmett, I promise there will be something a bit meatier or lemony to feast on next time.

Thanks for reading, even though this chapter took a while! Leave a review, or not, really what to know what your thought are on where this should go next. Bye, till next time!