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A/N:

A special thank you ElizabethBella for taking the time to beta this for me and for nudging me to keep on rolling with chappies.

I'm really, really sorry for the long wait. It's been an insane time between my bambinos, family, exams, papers, tests, and work. I felt like I did not have time to catch my breath at all.

Thank you to all who reviewed, alerted and favorited this story and for being patient with the next chappie.

Chapter 7: Down to Business

BPOV

"Shit!" My loud and annoying brother shouted.

"Ugh! For the love of God, please shut up." I grumbled groggily, pulling a pillow over my head.

I heard the door to my guestroom burst open.

"C'mon. You gotta see this."

"Go away!" I bellowed, wanting more sleep.

Emmett tried to pull off my pillow off, but I held on to it like a lifesaver saving me from being drowned.

"You've got to come out and take a look at something banging," he said, trying to lure me.

"Ahhhh!" Rosalie screamed in excitement as if she just found out she had the winning lottery ticket. "It's a fucking black Ferrari 599 GTB Fiorano with a 6.0, V12 engine."

I froze realizing that it was my Ferrari that was causing all the commotion. It almost slipped my mind that I'd switched it to be delivered here since I was going to sleep over.

Immediately, I shot out of the bed and pushed Emmett in his duckie pajamas out of the way. I rushed out of the house to see my baby girl and sign the necessary paperwork to release my car back to me.

"I think I just had an orgasm," Rosalie sighed, fanning herself like she was in a post coital state

"May I pretty please, please, please with a cherry on top drive it?" Emmett begged on knees like a little child.

I rolled my eyes at my brother. Sometimes I wondered who was the oldest between the two of us.

"No way am I letting you touch this baby," I replied, running my hand across the hood of the car.

"But why? I did say please a lot. I can say it again if you want."

"Okay, but one scratch and I am going to do the same to your Hummer," I warned.

I handed over the keys and his face light up like the Christmas tree.

"But I want to drive it first," Rose whined, as she was trying to claw the keys from Emmett's hand.

"No Rosie. I begged on my poor little knees and now they are both dirty." He pouted, holding the keys even closer to his body.

"What ever happened to ladies first, Em? You better hand them over before you get hurt." Rosalie said, showing her claws and ready to strike like a lion.

My brother was in a predicament. He looked at Rose and back to the car and then again. I think I was getting whiplash.

"Okay, how about we settle this another way," I said, interrupting them with my great idea.

"What?" they asked in unison.

"Rock, Paper and Scissors," I announced with enthusiasm; it was one of my favorite games when I was a kid. Hell, it was the ultimate classic game of all time.

"Seriously, you're just like your brother." She rolled her eyes at me.

I glared at her.

"Hey, my beauty sleep got interrupted. So I expect some form of entertainment to keep me happy."

They nodded their heads as they took their respective places.

"The first to get 2 points win. On the count of three - one, two, three!"

Both players had their hands balled up in a fist so tight that their knuckles turned white. Their hands struck down once, twice, and three times with such force like they were hammering a nail.

On three, Rosalie drawn a pair of scissors by extending her first two fingers, but Emmett kept his hand in a fist to form a solid rock.

"Rock smashes scissors! One point to Emmett," I called out like an announcer for a sports game.

He was so happy to earn the first point that he started hoping down excitedly like a kangaroo. His opponent threw him a dirty look that made him straighten up and reposition back in his place.

"You're going down," he declared with conviction.

"Okay, ready, set, go!"

This time, Rosalie earned her first point since she decided to throw out scissors again into the arena. After all, scissors cuts paper.

"Point to Rose!" I shouted excitedly.

She remained demure with her win, except when she decided to flip her hair at the loser.

"Okay, last round." I pointed to both players and signaled them to go.

"Dynamite!" Rosalie called out as she destroyed Emmett's rock into little dust particles.

"Winner!" I exclaimed as I dangled my keys and dropped them into the winner's awaiting hand.

"In your face!" Rosalie bellowed out and skipped her way to my car like a happy camper.

Now who's the immature one?

After everyone had their thrill ride, I grabbed the keys to my condo from my brother who was holding them so he could wait for my boxes to be delivered and let the interior decorator in.

I blindly grabbed a hoodie from my carryon bag and slipped it on.

Before I turned to leave, Rosalie sniffed me like a dog.

"What are you doing?" I looked at her strangely because it's not every day someone tries to smell you.

"I don't know how to explain it, but it smells like after shave mixed with a woody scent."

"Okay…" I wondered where she was getting at.

"It just smells like someone I know."

"What, you go around sniffing people?" I questioned with an eyebrow raised at her.

"No, I don't. You crazy? I don't know how to explain it, but it's like how some little boys smell like boys and some men smell like a man."

"Sure." I patted her head wondering if I should take this girl to a psych ward.

All of a sudden, my body lurched forward as she pulled the hoodie towards her for a closer inspection.

"What the hell?!" I shouted as I tried to regain my balance.

"Shh," she shushed me up as she proceeded to analyze the designs.

"Where did you get this from?"

"Wha –What?"

"Where did you get this from?" She asked again.

I gave her a confused look wondering what was with her sudden interest in the hoodie.

"Sorry. It's just this look like something, you know, forget it. I'm just being weird." She smoothed the wrinkles that formed from her manhandling me.

"Uh, yeah."

"Okay, you can go on your way." She dismissed me with a wave like nothing happened.

"Okay, um, see you later."

When I arrived at my condo, the sight of my new home took my breath. This was better than the pictures I'd been shown by my real estate agent. When I first walked in, I was greeted with a spacious living room that appeared infinite. It was decorated with soft cushions, romantic paintings and a homey fireplace that gave the room the warmth it needed. To the right was a dining room, a long stone island, and a huge kitchen equipped with stainless steel kitchen appliances, oak cabinets and granite countertops. I had freaking French double doors leading to a balcony which would be perfect for a BBQ. This place had 3.5 bathrooms, with each of the three rooms having its own private bathroom. The best part of the condo was my sanctuary, my bedroom. My walk in closet was the size of my own boutique. Oh, I probably will check out Alice and Rose's shop to help fill out this closet space or go shopping with them…hmmm, or on second thought, probably both.

Shit! I probably will never ever have to go to a spa again! The bathroom connected to my bedroom had double sinks, a built in make-up vanity area and natural stone counter tops that continued on to a walk-in shower that could fit four people. There was also a jetted bath that would be perfect for relaxing at the end of a hard day's work.

I took off the hoodie and inhaled the delicious scent of my mystery man. Thank goodness I didn't have to tell Rosalie about my one night stand or she would think I was collecting souvenirs. I really wasn't, really.

I began to unpack a few boxes, but didn't get far because I was pooped out. I was just glad my place was already decorated because I was about to knock myself the fuck out.

Monday rolled around quickly. I had to get ready to meet Emmet and my father, Charlie. It was my first day on the job working under my father.

I had decided to make the big move to Seattle because my father was beginning to lose customers to his big competitor, The Volturi. It had started to hurt his businesses financially. My father worked so hard to get where he was. He had started out as a young entrepreneur just like P. Diddy and became very successful and rich off the businesses he owned across the country. He needed help with some ideas to bring in old and new customers.

I had recently graduated with a degree in business and decided to do my MBA at another time, since my family came first in the time of need. Sadly, my father was close to closing down some restaurants and lounges unless he chose to start laying off people to make up the difference in the loss of net profit. My dad valued his workers too much to let them go and there was no way he was going to close down some of his businesses. They were his babies. I would be working alongside Emmett sharing the position as vice president. Even though my dad is the president and owner, but I knew he wouldn't have given us the positions if he didn't think we could do it.

My dad's office was located at the main headquarters, The Swan, where all operations were managed for all the businesses he owned.

I had just arrived when the door opened and in strolled Emmett with his chest puffed out like a muscle man and my father trailing behind.

I got up to hug my dad. "Hi Daddy!"

"Hi Bella." My dad said hugging me in return. "How's my little girl doing?"

"Fine. It's good to see you again."

"Same here. Come on, let's get started."

Emmett and I both nodded.

"Okay, so you both know why we are having this meeting and I hope you guys both brought me proposals and ideas on how to help with the situation. You know my options, but I don't want to go there. Emmett, let's start with you first."

"Sure, Pops. My proposal is to remodel and renovate some restaurants. I researched and checked out the areas the restaurants were in and found that most of them were close to either football or baseball fields. So it would be a good idea to turn these into sports restaurant hang-outs where you can eat and watch games at the same time. To pull the look together, I was thinking of decorating the place with sports memorabilia and from time to time, get some sport players to make an appearance now and then to draw a crowd." Emmett explained as he handed my dad his proposal he drew up.

Emmett continued on, "That also includes numbers I crunched up to show that we would profit during the sports season to cover for when it is not in season. Plus, we can host teams when they come by to compete in town."

"Sounds, good. " My dad said pleased with what my brother presented. "Bella."

I nodded. "I was thinking about this a lot and it would be a good idea to turn the current lounges you have into nightclubs. I know what you are thinking dad, but I know it will bring in more business since we will be appealing to younger crowds and bring in old ones, because let's face it, those business men want to try to hook up with the hot young women that will be hitting up these clubs. On top of that, these lounges are in a perfect location- in the city. It'll be upscale, but with a twist. It's not going to be one of those stuffy nightclubs. This will be the ultimate hot spot."

I handed my dad my proposal, "Here are my numbers I crunched out."

My dad nodded his head. He was obviously pleased with us kids. Who wouldn't be? We didn't take advantage of our parents and become dumb socialites that flash their lady parts like Paris.

"Thanks kids. Let me review these and I will meet with you guys tomorrow with my decision."

We nodded and my dad continued on, "Bella, here is a list of your duties. These are pretty much self explanatory. If you have any questions, ask Emmett."

"Okay dad. Thank you for letting me be a part of this." I said appreciatively, happy for the opportunity to flex my fingers in this business.

"No, I should be thanking you for coming to help me out." My dad said gratefully.

I went to hug him comfortingly and said, "Don't worry, me and Em will help you get out of this predicament. The Volturi won't know what hit them." It'll be like the Grinch when he stole Christmas.

My dad smiled faintly. He hit the speakerphone to call in his assistant, "Kate, please come in and show my daughter her office."

"Yes, Mr. Swan."

A few moments later, the tall, blonde haired lady entered the office.

"Hello Ms. Swan, please come this way. I will show you to your office."

"Okay, and Bella is fine, no need to be formal around here with me."

"Yes, Bella," replied Kate with an awkward smile.

She introduced me to my assistant; a sweet lady in her early 40's named Carmen.

I sat down and put down my briefcase and went to work.

My iPhone rang and I immediately recognized the number as Jacob's. There was no way I was going to talk to that asshole, so I pressed the end button to let it go to voicemail. My phone rang again and I did the same thing. It rang again two more times and decided to just put my phone on silent.

A knock interrupted what I was doing and in popped Emmett.

"Hey." I smiled.

"You want to do a drive by for lunch?"

"Huh?" Is he talking about shooting up something?

"C'mon, grab your stuff. I'll show you the Volturi headquarters." Oh.

We had just exited the freeway and made a few turns until a tall glass building was now in full view.

"That's it," he pointed to the mini skyscraper.

"C'mon, stop the car."

"What, why?"

"I just want to take a peek," I pleaded, curious as a cat.

"No, they're going to see us."

"Pft. Who cares? They don't know who I am anyway." I told him nonchalantly.

"Alright, let's go." He pulled the car into a parking space and shut the engine off.

We both slipped out of the car and headed to the building. I swear I felt I was going stealth like Tom Cruise from Mission Impossible.

"Sh." He brought his finger up halting me.

We watched as three crinkly old men passed us.

"That's Aro, Caius and Marcus," he whispered like the wind breezing through the men's coats.

"Why are we whispering?"

"Because I don't talk to assholes."

I nodded.

He signaled me to move forward and we slipped unnoticed in the lobby.

There were some offices on the first floor, but they looked like conference rooms.

"Hide!" I shouted at the sound of heels clicking nearby like a grandfather clock.

I hid underneath the desk of the lobby and just prayed Emmett found a good hiding place. It was never really good at hide and seek since you can spot his massive huge body a mile away.

"Well, well. What do we have here?" I overheard a female voice say.

"Just making a pit stop to the bathroom," said my brother in a nervous tone.

"In the women's bathroom?" Questioned the annoying chick.

"What? Oh, I didn't realize I was in the wrong one." See, this is why he sucks at playing hide and seek.

"So why are you really here? Trying to steal some secrets?"

"No."

"Sure. I didn't know you would stoop so low. Nothing is going to help resurrect The Swan. Just give up already."

"Please. There is no way The Swan is going to be like what your dad created."

"You know, you're right. I'm going to enjoy watching you crumble along with your stupid father." The bitch sneered at my brother angrily.

I hopped out from under the desk already fuming mad with steam bursting out of my ears.

"Hey bitch! Don't you talk to my brother like that."

I stalked at this eerily looking wench with blonde stringy hair and scary looking grey blue eyes.

"What do we have here? A family reunion. Didn't know you had a stupid ass sister." The snotty whore looked at me up and down like I was a piece of shit.

"You bitch!" I growled.

I lunged at her like a panther, but was stopped by my brother.

"Let's go, she's not worth your time," he said, trying to convince me not to throw down with the ugly hoe.

My shoulders slumped down in defeat.

"That's right. You better leave before I call security."

We both headed into his car and he started up his engine.

"Who was that?" I asked.

"Jane Volturi."

At the end of the day, I decided to hell with it, I'll listen to the messages Jacob left for me. I couldn't help it. I was curious.

"Bella please, I am sorry. Can you please forgive me?" Delete.

"Please pick up." Delete.

"Can we at least be friends?" Delete.

"Why aren't you picking up?" Delete.

Does he think I still want to talk to him after what he did to me? There is no fucking way I could be his friend after all that happened. What was he expecting? That we could play patty cake?

The next day, I went ahead and started looking over some reports until my dad called me into his office.

My dad and brother were already waiting for me so I sat down waiting for my dad to begin.

"Okay kids, I looked over both proposals and reviewed the numbers and decided to go forward with these projects."

"Yes!" Emmett exclaimed as he jumped out of his chair and pumped his fist in the air.

I squealed like a little kid and jumped out of my seat.

My dad cleared his throat to interrupt us.

"Let's continue." Both of our cheeks flushed with the Swan trademark blush.

"I will have each of you oversee your own projects. Next week, I have an architect coming that I am meeting with and I want both of you to meet with him afterwards. I've heard of his work. He has an eye for things and will bring a fresh flare to our businesses."

We both nodded our heads.

Saturday finally rolled around.

I finally slipped into the Manolo's Angela used to con me that went perfectly with my little black strapless dress. I fluffed half of my hair into a bouffant and swept my long bangs to the side. My eyes were framed with an enticing allure of dark shades of eye shadows. My lips were kissed with dab of peach gloss. Quickly I glanced in the mirror to make sure I looked banging and headed out to meet everyone at the club for a crazy free night.

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