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CHAPTER 4
The pain of losing Charlie added on to my pre-existing pain and I threw myself into work even more, churning out pieces of clothing at a speed that I didn't think could even be achieved.
I soon produced so many pieces of clothing that I decided to open a branch in Seattle. It was a hit and soon, my boutique became the go-to brand for all kinds of clothing. There was a range of prices for the pieces of clothing I sold; it was a brand that provided both extremes of clothes, the affordable ones to the really expensive ones. Renée was proud of my achievement. But I had earned so much money that I really didn't care anymore.
Soon enough, I set up braches in so many different states that I had to employ a tailoring company to produce enough clothes. But I still insisted on producing the most expensive clothes myself, again as a tribute to Alice.
I continued to exist for Edward. Even "For Cunell" was sort of a way to find the Cullens and Edward through Alice. That flicker of hope was still there. I had forgiven Edward a long time ago, adamant that he had left me to protect me, and not really because he didn't love me anymore. It seemed so in his character. All I wanted now was for me to reunite with the family.
Staying in Forks had been too painful after Charlie's death. I moved to Alaska about one year later, not wanting to keep up too many illusions. Even though illusions have become such a natural part of my life, I felt like I wanted to live as a vampire, and not that much of a human. Alaska was a good choice because of the weather.
Moving my headquarters to Alaska was easy enough, since technically I was the one doing everything, since I could supervise quite easily. It was only after that I started to employ people to take care of the operations. I still maintained my privacy and kept out of the spotlight as much as possible.
I had been in Alaska for a year now. Having nothing to do that morning and wanting to take a break from my pieces of work, I decided to do an inspection of the Alaskan branch, wanting to see how my boutique in Alaska worked. Most of my concentration had been in designing clothes rather than the operations of the boutiques. I hired people to take care of that and since I knew what they were thinking, I could trust them.
There was one particular voice that stood out among the rest in the boutique that morning. It was a high trilling voice, so hyper and familiar that it would have made my heart stop. It was just a short sentence, yet it made my breathing so irregular. "Thank you." That brought the voice to attention and shortly after, someone was muttering in vampire speed. "Jasper, stop complaining."
It was Alice.
A/N: Sorry this is so short. Thus, I'm uploading another chapter. Thanks!