I dont own Twilight.

Henry and I talked for hours. We seemed to have a lot in common, from our interests in books, to music. We bothed enjoyed classical music very much, and Henry actually played the piano! He seemed to be just perfect. He was every girl's dream. Not to mention that he can cook! His food is good too. I'm impressed with him. Too bad he's my boss and it would be completely innapropriate to pursue a relationship with him. Besides, I've got way too much baggage for a girl my age. He wouldn't want to settle for me.

"So, tell me about your father Bella." Henry asked.

I just shrugged, "There's not much to tell. He's always been very controlling of my life. A little over protective. I can't handle it anymore. He's too overbearing. I love him, but i need to take control of my own life. I can't have him doing everything for me until he dies."

"Ahh. I see. This is your chance of breaking out of his shadow." Henry clarified.

I nodded, "It is in a way. I guess I'm just taking advantage of the situation. I'm trying to prove to him that I can make it without any help, that I'm an adult now and i don't need him looking over my shoulder every day. It seems a bit childish." I smiled sheepishly.

Henry shook his head, "Not at all. I know exactly what you mean." He didn't elaborate.

"What about your parents Henry?" I asked.

He was the one shrugging this time, "Not much to say really. I can't remember my mother, I don't remember much about my childhood. I think i had some type of accident that hindered my memory. My father wasn't the nicest guy either. He's just recently disappeared and I have no desire to search for him."

I felt a pang of sadness for this man sitting before me, "Don't you want to at least try reconnecting with your dad?" I asked.

Henry shook his had vehemently, "You don't know what he was like. He's a horrible, insufferable man that doesn't deserve to live in this world."

"Those are strong words." I said, slightly taken aback.

Henry shrugged, "It's the truth. If you met him, you would understand."

I thought for a minute. This was usually the reactin of abused children, "Was he abusive?" I asked.

Henry choked on his wine. He coughed and then dabbed his face with his napkin. "He was i suppose, though that wasn't his worst quality. Let's change to lighter topics."

Clearly he wasn't comfortable speaking about his personal life. I wasn't one to pry.

After that little blip in the conversation, we seemed to pick up pace. We were talking and laughing and if i may be so bold, were getting a little drunk. It felt good though, to let loose, to forget. I think that Henry was forgetting somehting too. I would find out soon enough.

Eventually, Henry went home. I called a cab for him. He wanted to drive but I insisted. I didn't want my new boss to get into a car accident. Then how would i get income? I'm only joking of course.

I cleaned up our plates and put everything in the dish washer. I then got ready for bed. Maybe tonight wasn't the best night to get intoxicated. I mean, i did have work tomorrow. I set my alarm and slipped in between the crisp sheets.

The next morning, my stupid alarm clock was waking me up. It made the most horrible and dreadful noise, but that was the only thing that actually got me up. I tried to have the radio as my alarm, but i would just fall back asleep. Then i tried my iPod, but i found myself lying in bed for quite a while just listening to my music. I figured the best way to get myself up would be to set my alarm clock across the room with the most horrible noise coming out of it. It forced me to get up.

I got dressed in some work clothes and i quickly did my hair. It fell into nice ringlets around my shoulders. I put on minimal make-up, not being in the mood to spend effort in my appearance. The effects of last night were wearing on me.

I checked the clock. I would be meeting Henry at his office in half an hour then proceed to follow him around the rest of the day. I checked for my PDA. It was safely nestled in my bag. All the other essentials were there too. I didn't have a cell phone, i obviously could not afford it. I could hardly afford food! The only other things in my purse was my wallet, my iPod, and a tube of lip glass, and some papers with a pen. I liked to travel light. I think that i might pick up a pack of mints or gum on the way to work.

I left the house early. I didn't really have any food to cook with. I thought about eating last night's dinner, but i figured that i would save that for dinner. I could always pick up a quick coffee at the gas station or something. Coffee there was cheap.

I grabbed all my things and headed down to my car where it waited faithfully, like every morning. I truly did love my car, though it may be ugly, it was reliable and that was all that mattered.

The day was a nice one. The sun was shining and the birds were chirping. It made my crappy neighborhood seem just a little bit nicer. You just had to ignore the shady looking people and piles of trash that resided along the side of the road. I really needed to move. Maybe I could start saving up after my first check.

The drive to the gas station was a quick one. I filled up and then headed inside the tiny store to get a pack of gum and a coffee. I grabbed a bag of chips on the way too. I know, totally unhealthy, but i never have chips, sue me.

I headed towards the back of the store where they kept the coffee machines. It was no Starbucks, but it would do. It was all going to the same place anyways, whether it tastes good or not.

I poured myself a steaming cup and then added two creams, and 3 sugars. I liked my coffee sweet. I mostly drank coffee because of the caffeine, not because of the taste. The sugar helps dilude the strong taste.

On the way back to the check out counter i saw a flash of blond hair duck behind one of the isles. I whipped my head around in surprise. It coudln't be . . . could it? I mean, the police have no leads and this was a crappy neighborhood. It was quite likely that he would be lurking around here.

I quickened my pace, pulling out my wallet as i went. I needed to hurry and get out of here. There was no line, thank goodness, but the lady seemed to be moving extra slow. I guiltily admit that I snapped at her to hurry up. She did and i got out of there as quickly as possible.

I turned when i made it back to my car. It was a man, around the same height as James and he had the same shade of blond hair. He looked a bit pale and sickly but strong. He stood tall and glowering in my direction. No, i don't think I was mistaken. It must be him. He must've finally come for me.

I hopped into my truck and took off towards work. I wouldn't let him catch me. I was untouchable. I would be safe and Mr. Mason's office. He wouldn't dare enter that building. It was swarming with security guards, cameras and people. All viable witnesses for whatever he was planning to do. No, he would get me when there was no one around. Possibly in my own home. I felt apprehensive now at the thought of going home. What if he was there waiting for me?

I started to hyperventalate as the panic set in. I didn't know what i was going to do.

I made it to work alright and then I practically sprinted into the building and up the elevator. I left my coffee in the car. I couldn't bare the thought of ingesting anything. Plus if i drank the coffee now, i would be too jittery.

The elevator dinged, signaling that i was on Henry's floor. I fast walked all the way to Henry's office. I knocked quickly and I heard a muffled, "Come in."

I entered the office quickly, shutting the door behind me. Only then did I let myself relax. Henry looked up and peered closely at me with his beautiful big emerald eyes that were ringed with dark lashes. "Is everything alright?" He asked.

I shrugged and took a seat, "I'm fine."

"You don't looke or sound fine. You sound out of breath. And you look scared. What happened?" He demanded.

I sighed, "I think I'm just over reacting. I thought I saw one of the bank robbers at the gas station. I just got scared is all. It probably wasn't him."

Mr. Mason stared intently at me, "Have you spoken to the police about this?" He asked.

I shook my head, "I came straight here. It's probably nothing anyways. I think i just got freaked out."

Mr. Mason looked unconvinced, but let it go. He just handed me a folder full of papers that needed to be attended too and he began working on his computer again. I honestly wondered what he was doing on that thing all day.

The day wore on and Mr. Mason said that he needed to head home for a while and he asked if I would like to accompany him. I agreeed, mostly out of fear of going home and sheer curiosity about where he lived.

We headed down to Mr. Mason's car and he helped me in again. I asked if he wanted me to take my car and follow him, but he seemed to enjoy driving me around, though i would never understand why. We talked a bit more, mostly about the weather and other unimportant things, just making small talk.

We finally pulled up to a mansion. I gawked at it in surprise. It was beautiful and well kept. It was the grandest and most gorgeous house that I had eve seen. This was my dream house. Unfortunanlty, due to my poor income, I had to make my home in a shoe box of a shit hole.

"Do you like it?" Mr. Mason asked, almost shyly.

I nodded, "It's beautiful."

He gave me a dazzlingly bright crooked smile, "Good. Come along. I'll show you around."

I got out of the car and followed Mr. Mason up the large steps towards the intricate iron front door. It must've costed a fortune!

The inside was just as beautiful, if not more. There were marble stairs, which I knew to be a ton of money. I concluded that Mr. Mason was a very wealthy man.

He led me through all the rooms. I gasped when i saw the kitchen. It was magnificent. There was a beautiful island in the middle and the appliances were the best that were out there and immaculately clean.

Mr. Mason led me out of the kitchen and into a library. I was even more impressed. The library was simply magical. Books lined the walls and there were ladders running along the sides so that you could reach the books that were on the top. The library sort of reminded me like the one in Beauty and the Beast, only smaller. "Mr. Mason, this is simply wonderful."

He smiled at me, "You like books i take it."

"This is like my dream house!"

Mr. Mason chuckled, "Yes, well I put a lot of time into this place. It had to be absolutely perfect. It's the OCD in me."

I laughed lightly.

The rest of the day, Mr. Mason and I spent roaming around his home. I didn't bother to ask about his work. He seemed to have forgotten it completely.

I checked my clock to notice that it was surprisingly late. "I'm sorry Mr. Mason, but i should be getting home."

He checked his own watch and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize the time. I'll be back in one moment. I just need to make a quick call before i drive you back."

"Thank you." I responded.

I sat on the couch for a few minutes, just twidling my thumbs. I stood up figuring that I could get my things together while he was on the phone. As I approached the door, i heard Mr. Mason speaking on the phone to someone. "Just get it done. We can fix it in the morning. Yes. I know. Just do it. Thank you." Mr. Mason hung up and turned to find me standing there. Colour seemed to rise in his cheeks, maybe i wasn't supposed to hear the conversation. I didn't understand what he was talking about at all, so I figured that it wouldn't really matter. "Ready to go?" I asked him.

He smiled lightly and nodded.

We headed into his car and he drove quickly back to work. "Not to be rude or anything Bella. The way you have your home set up is quite nice, but I think that you live in a horrible location. Couldn't you find somewhere nicer?" He asked.

I just laughed, "I'm not offended, I actually agree with you. I'm actaully beginning to save up for a new place. My residence at the moment is becomign a hastle. It's not in the nicest place."

We made it to the parking lot and Mr. Mason parked his car beside my own. The parking lot was dark and empty. "Thank you for the wonderful day Mr. Mason. I'll see you tomorrow."

Mr. Mason waited as I got into my truck and attempted to start it. That's the problem though. It wouldn't start. I groaned in frustration. My reliable car couldn't have broken down on me! Mr. Mason stepped out of his car, "Is there a problem Ms. Swan?" He asked.

I nodded, "My dang car won't start. Do you mind if . . . could you give me a ride. I'm going to call a mechanic in the morning."

Mr. Mason smiled, "No worries. I can drive you. And don't worry yourself over the car. I'll have someone take a look at it."

"Really?" I asked gratefully. I felt guitly for letting him pay for my mechanic but i really didn't have the money and I couldn't afford to have my car towed and fixed. I knew that it would be really expensive and i didn't have that kind of money to pay for it.

"It's not problem. I like being your chauffer. It makes me feel important. I'll take you home."

I smiled at him and he opened the passenger door for me, just like a perfect gentleman.

Mr. Mason drove quickly all the way to my apartment. I think that he lived for the thrill of driving fast. Maybe he should've become a race car driver. It matches his personality and his insane driving.

Mr. Mason insisted on walking me all the way to my apartment door. He wanted to make sure that I got in safe. I waved to Sam on the way into the elevator, and Mr. Mason gave him an icy head nod, which Sam returned in the same fashion. Men. And Sam always seemed to be skulking around. He was a strange character, very nice, but strange nonetheless.

Mr. Mason and i were laughing and talking and I pulled the door of my apartment open. I was about to invite Mr. Mason in for a cup of tea or coffee when the experssion on his face stopped me. I was looking past my shoulder in horror. I turned to see what he was looking at.

My whole apartment had been broken into and ransacked.

Hey everybody! Sorry for the slow updates. My laptop broke the other day so I had to buy a new one. Also, school has been keeping me pretty busy. I've already got a few tests coming up. Sheesh!

So what do you think about Mr. Mason's accident when he was a child that made him lose his memory? And what of that man that Bella saw at the gas station. And especially what do you think about Bella's apartment being broken into? Please review! I haven't been getting many lately and I'm a bit sad.

Oh and please pardon the spelling/grammar mistakes if there are any. It's extremely late but I just had to get a chapter out there. Sorry!

~greeneyes-99 (Nat)