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Chapter 3

I spent all weekend trying to somehow imagine myself living in New York City. But every scenario was absurd, outrageous, and impossible. I sighed.

The next morning, I trudged into my office, more disgruntled than usual, and buzzed for Angela.

"Angela, anything happening today?" I really hoped not. I had a massive pile of documents I had to go through and other small, tedious tasks I had to do, but left until the last minute.

"Miss Swan, it says here that you have a two o'clock appointment with Ms. Hale," responded Angela.

"Oh. Got it, thanks." Damn, what did I do this time? Why would I be called to meet Rose, when she could call me up or buzz for me.

I pushed all those thoughts to the back of my brain and started on my work.

I grabbed the very top file from the pile and flopped it onto my desk. I sighed and rubbed my tired eyes. I knew there was no point in procrastinating, so I tied my hair into a high ponytail, grabbed my trusty red pen, and dived into the words.

Next thing I knew, it was one thirty, so I headed to the restrooms to freshen up. I applied red lip gloss that matched my pumps today and eyeliner.

Floor 10. Floor 11. Floor 12. Here we go, Rose's floor. Laurent, Rose's PA motioned for me to sit down on one of the leather couches in Rose's waiting room.

"Miss Swan, Ms. Hale will be ready for you in a moment," Laurent told me in a professional tone. He had lovely black skin, dark hair cropped closely to his head, and a smooth French accent.

Just then, Rose appeared at the door and motioned for me to enter her office.

The whole back wall was glass and you could practically see the whole city form here. Every building, every shop, every automobile. I caught myself gaping and quickly scrambled to a seat facing Rose.

"Bella, you know why I called you here today?" Rose asked. She scrunched one eyebrow up as she took her seat.

"Uh, not really," I replied honestly.

Rose smiled before speaking, "Well, as you know my father is CEO of Pencil Works Publishing Inc. He decided that it is time to open up a new office branch in New York City. And guess who is going?" She adjusted her blue neckerchief a bit.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about," I responded nervously. The words coming out of her mouth were too good to be true. If I had a job in New York City, nothing would hold me back from moving there.

"Well, I'm pretty sure you'll understand these words: I am going to be the general manager of the new branch and you are going to be the senior supervisor of the editing department." She smirked at me.

I let the words register in my head. "What!" No way!" I let my excitement show and I jumped up and down and clapped my hands. I felt like I was six again; awake in the early hours of the morning on Christmas. "When do we start?"

"Next month. Get your suitcases ready because we're going to New York!" Rose held her lips tight as if to suppress a small smile.

A month later….

I flew in from Seattle last week. Moving is always a messy and emotionally stressing process, but eventually I had it done. I called Charlie to tell him the good news. He was happy with me and later helped me pack and move all my possessions. Charlie was like that, not used to showing emotion. So when it came to me moving across the country, he was able to send me off with a quick hug and a "Be careful, Bella."

I had all my bags moved into a spacious two bedroom apartment on Park Ave. and E 40th Street. The offices are on 5th, between 51st and 50th street. I could already imagine myself joining the swam of people in the morning with a cup of coffee in one hand and my Blackberry in the other, quickly making my way to my office.

And of course I called Alice to let her know that I was moving to New York City. I think I couldn't hear out of my right ear for a week her scream was so loud. I could tell how excited she was and she was making plans already.

"-and after we go to Central Park, I know this great pizza pla-"

"Alice! Alice! Relax, we'll have all the time in the world. You don't have to tell me now what we're going to do," I cut her off. I tried to stop myself from laughing, in case her feelings got hurt.

"Sorry Bella, but you can't tell how excited I am!" Alice squealed, again. It seemed like she was as happy as a clam.

That was that, but I haven't met up with Alice yet. She just started a new project called ForeverGreen, an environmentally friendly clothing line, and she was running all over the place to successfully get it off the ground. But I knew that with her endless supply of energy and upbeat attitude, she would have no worries.

I had most of my bags and boxes unpacked. I went furniture shopping a few days ago and got an amazing king sized bed made of dark chestnut wood. I even got matching dressers. And the mattress is Tempur-Pedic. Heaven!

I slowly went through my mental checklist. Number one, buy furniture. Check. Number two, unpack. Done. Number three, settle into my new home and chill out a little. That was still unchecked but I figured there was plenty of time to that later.

I realized that I didn't have to do anything. I felt idle and inactive and uneasy.

I didn't have to check into the office until later this week, so I decided to be a little adventurous and explore my new home town. I quickly donned my gray wool coat and Burberry scarf, grabbed my trusty Coach bag, pocketed my Blackberry and headed out.

I walked for a few blocks, feeling unsettled by the sheer number of people walking around me until a sign caught my eye. It looked like a small bookstore so I decided to step in and see what books I could add to my book collection. The outside world was cut off abruptly as I stepped down into the quaint store.

A tinkle of a bell announced my entrance.

"Welcome," I heard a gentle voice. An old woman appeared, with an armful of books. "You're welcome to browse and when you're ready to check out, just ring this bell," and indicated toward a small silver bell on the front counter.

"Thank you," I said and I stepped further into the store. I love the smell of books and paper and ink. The feeling of opening a new book is bliss. Did I ever mention I was a nerd?

I leafed through the selection for half an hour and emerged again with two books. They seemed entertaining and like a good read. I rang for the little old lady and walked out with Letters from a Small Island and Brave New World in a bag.

I felt my Blackberry ring and I fumbled for a moment before answering, "Hello?"

"Hey Bella!" yelled Alice. She seemed to be out of breath, as if she was walking quickly.

"What's up?"

"I'm free this afternoon, so I was wondering if you wanted to grab a bite to eat and head out to a club later? You could bring Rose if you'd like."

"Sounds great, but why don't I just get some pizza and head over to your place?"

"You would do that? You are a life saver, Bella, but Jasper and a few of his friends are going to be there"

"That's fine, I'll get three large pies or something."

"And of course, I will pay you back later."

"Nonsense!" I could pay! Geez what is it with the people in my life insisting to pay!

"If you say so! Uh, my address is 349 E. 35th street between 2nd and 3rd Ave. Got to go. TTYL!" and the line went dead. I checked where I was and was surprised to see that I was only a few blocks from where Alice said she lived.

I decided to call Rose up to see if she was interested to join me.

"Hell yeah! I need to swing loose tonight. I'll be there in ten," Rose told me.

"Great! I'm in Angelo's Pizza Palace a few blocks away."

"Got it." And with that, Rose hung up.

I ordered two plain cheese pies, one pepperoni pie, and one everything pie. I paid and was waiting when Rose strolled in. She had on a skirt that went about mid-thigh and a sparkly silver halter top underneath her coat. Her makeup was impeccable and her hair was flowing beautifully behind her.

When she saw me eying her down she said, "What? I'm not going to a club looking like I stepped out of an office building."

"I know, I know. You look good," I complimented her. "Here help me carry these pizzas."

We headed to Alice's place, each of us holding two piping hot boxes of pizza. I buzzed her apartment number and was not surprised when Jasper answered.

"Pizza delivery, for a Mr. Jasper Hale?" I spoke into the little speaker box.

"Pizza ladies, please come up," Jasper replied in a smooth voice. Rose just shook her head.

The elevator opened and I found apartment B. The whole place looked newly renovated and very chic. Very Alice. I knocked once and the door swung open.

"Ah! My pizza delivery girl!" Jasper exclaimed "And Rose," he added when he saw who was beside me. His face was of shock, but her quickly regained his normal composure.

I smirked at his uncomfortable-ness at being caught flirting red handed by his sister. I sauntered in and maneuvered myself to the kitchen and placed the boxes on the center island.

Jasper and Rose entered the kitchen, followed closely by people who I guessed were his friends. The first one was a huge guy. It looked like he lived in the gym and drank only protein shakes. He was over six feet five. He smiled an adorable smile at me and extended his hand.

"The name is Emmet McCartey." If possible, one of his chin dimples grew even deeper. "And what may I call you young lady?"

"My name is Bella Swan. Nice to meet you," I smiled at him. His happiness was infectious.

"The pleasure is mine," he shot back. He was cute. Then he turned his attention to Rose. Emmet looked like the heavens finally answered his prayers when he saw Rose. Maybe the heavens did answer his prayers. I chuckled and turned to greet Jasper's other friend.

He had on the tightest pair of jeans I had ever seen. I was in pain just looking at him. At least he had a nicely shaped ass. He also was wearing a very tight looking hot pink shirt. His lean arms were crossed in front of him, but they made his shoulder muscles stand out. It looked like he spent a decent amount of time in the gym. His blond hair was tossed carelessly about, skillfully gelled into the "just rolled out of bed" look. He finally turned around and I saw that on the front of the shirt it read: "You want top or bottom?" in sparkly letters with a picture of a bunk bed underneath.

He quickly smiled at me and smoothly said, "Hello there. My name is James." He was pretty cute.

"My name is Bella." I said, and the conversation seemed to lull a bit so I gestured to his shirt. "That is an interesting shirt."

"This old thing? Honey, if you think this is interesting, I want to show you my wardrobe. You would be stunned by the things you'll find in my walk in closet."

I tried not to show too much shock. I guess I failed because the next thing I know, he begins giggling. And yes, I mean giggling.

"Well, I hope you'll show me sometime," I said to him after I got over my initial shock.

"So Bella, tell me about yourself," James insisted. He looked at me with his adorable blue eyes and couldn't resist saying more than I should.

"I just finished moving in to the city last week from Seattle. I have a job, so that's a good thing. Rosie over there with Emmet is my boss. I'm so wound up and I want to club tonight, but I'm new and I know the reputation for the clubs around here."

"Seattle, huh? And that blond hottie over there is your boss? Damn girl," he smirked in her direction, but when I looked, I saw that he was eying Emmet, not Rose, "And darling, if you want to unwind, come to my club. It's a gay club and it's very exclusive, so I think you won't have a problem unwinding there." He then winked at me and stood there with his arms folded.

"What? You own a club? That is amazing!" I couldn't hold in my surprise or excitement. I felt my jaw drop. I mean, he couldn't have been more than thirty years old, yet he had a damn club!

"Yes, honey, and you are welcome anytime. Jasper's friends are my friends. I'll have a VIP section set off for you. Do you know approximately how many people are coming?"

"Well, let me see. There's going to be Alice, Rose, Jasper, Emmet, me, and maybe a few of Alice's friends." I truthfully told him.

He cocked his head to the side for a moment, as if in deep thought. He pursed his lips. "Sweetie, consider it done. It's called Western Bloc and the address is 345 E. 6th Street."

"Thank you so much, James. I really appreciate it." I couldn't wait to tell Rose, so when James excused himself, I flagged her over.

After I unglued her from Emmet's side, I told her the news. "Rose, I just got us a pass to James' gay club!"

"Hell yeah, baby. That's what I'm talking about. We're having fun tonight!"

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AN: The addresses and places in this story are made up! Also, the view about sexuality is for the story and the story only. They do not represent my beliefs. (If I offend anybody, I'm very sorry) I'm probably doing this disclaimer thing wrong, sorry!

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