I know some people aren't a fan of the recapping the same events but the information in these chapters do come in later on in the story plus I already wrote this chapter when I first started writing so I'm posting it! I'm also uploading Chapter 4 as well in case you wish to skip but if don't like you can stop reading at any time :)

B POV

After dropping Rosie off at work I drove for another 10 or so minutes to the bank. I usually worked on the other side of town but for some reason the boss decided that we all needed some 'team building' exercises and need to learn how to work better together so half of us were sent to a different branch and half of their team were sent to ours. Hopefully the day should be good and it goes quickly!I never imagined myself working in a bank but it's the only place that would hire me. I have a degree so I guess it looks good on them that they have somebody with education on the team. 'Brings in diversity' they say but I wouldn't exactly count being neck deep in student debt as 'diversity'. I thought I'd use my degree in business and accounting to help large or even smaller businesses, help people with their finances and taxes and help make people's lives easier. Turns out I just ruined my own financial state in order to learn about finances. Go figure. But I'm not giving up just yet, this is just a job to help pay the bills and get some experience. I can't complain, the hours aren't bad and the pay is okay.

I arrive outside the building, it was smaller than the one I worked in usually but it looked nicer, plants by the doors, everything was clean and tidy and surprisingly wasn't that busy. Usually we'd have a line of people waiting to deposit or withdraw funds, someone wanting to open up a credit card, someone needing help with their mortgage, someone needing a loan. Everyone always had their own story with them and it makes the job more interesting I guess.

My boss and a few other colleagues from my branch are here, the others are new faces. I find the back room and hang up my things. Smoothing out the creases in my knee length skirt I look in the mirror to make sure I look okay. I'm not one to worry about looks but I'm not great with new people and I want to make a good first impression. Black shoes with a slight heel on my feet, white shirt neatly tucked in and my brown hair in a slicked back bun. Nothing too smart and nothing too casual. Let's see how the day goes I guess.

The bank closed at about 5pm but because this was a 'team building' day we had to stay a few more hours to complete a few more exercises and tasks. Personally I didn't understand being paired with a team we weren't ever going to work with again but their idea was to 'learn from each other'. I didn't mind group activities and I didn't mind meeting new people. I just wasn't that great at it. I got nervous having to talk in front of groups and asserting myself and my opinions. I always was one of the quieter girls, head in a book, not getting involved in drama type of girl. Throughout school and even now I'm the same girl.

The exercises involved different customer approaches and different tactics in to selling customers certain deals and credit. I wouldn't say it was very team building, more business strategy but I don't mind, I enjoy learning new things and I get paid to sit here. I get paid to sit everyday. My day usually consists of sitting behind bullet proof glass and handing people their money or cashing in money for them. It's what I did most days and it's what I did today. With it being a smaller building there wasn't that many customers so the day went kinda slow.

The session was finally wrapping up and everyone started to grab their things. It was nice to have a change of scenery but I was glad the day was over, bit too much to handle on a Monday morning. Mondays weren't my thing. I picked up my things and headed out to my car sat on the side of the road. As soon as I got in a took my hair out of the tight bun, it started to hurt my scalp anyway. Windows down I put on the radio and started my drive back home.

I parked my car back on the side of the road. It wasn't always smart leaving your car on the side of the road in a city but mine was a older and worn car so I wasn't too fussed if it got any dings or scratches. Rosalie's car was gone, I'm assuming she went to go get food or something, I doubt she'd still be at work at this time. I climb the stairs up to our apartment and force open the dodgy door.

'What's going on?' I ask as Rosalie is sat with her head in her hands and Alice is pacing back and fourth.

'My car is gone.'

'What do you mean gone?'

' I mean gone Bella! It's been stolen! What on earth do you think I mean by 'gone'.' She shouts at me.

'Shit.' Was all I was able to say.

Rosalie loved her car, she loved cars in general. Her dad got her in to them which is why she was so upset. When her dad passed away she used some of her inheritance to by herself a car, something her dad said she should do when he's gone. It was tough when Rosalie's dad died. He was ill with cancer and we could all see it coming but it hit hard. Rosalie was so close with him it hurt her. Badly. I don't think she cares about the car but more the sentimental feeling she had with it, the connection with her dad over it.

' Have you reported it to the police yet?'

'No. It's gone. What's the point.'

'C'mon Rosalie you need to, they might be able to find it.' Alice adds in.

'They won't find it, it's gone! And even if they did do you think it would still be in a decent condition! You think some person has just broken in to it like 'oh, I'll just take it for a quick little spin' it's gone okay so just leave it!' Rosalie shouted as she stormed in to her room. I couldn't blame her for being upset.

'What do we do?' Alice asked.

' just leave her for now, we'll let the police know in the morning.'