Here's another chapter!!!

I know people have read the first chapter, but please, can some of you readers review? Please?

So, since this someone reviewed, this chapter is dedicated to:

Mystery625!!!!

Onward and upward!!!

Yes, I am weird…

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BPOV

My face blanched as I entered the office and saw a tall stranger standing at my dad's old desk. My eyes focused on the thick, gorgeous bronze hair, looking as if it were windblown. Next, my eyes trailed to his.

They were the most beautiful shade of green that I'd ever seen in my life. A beautiful emerald green.

Then to his broad shoulders that tapered to a slender waist. Glad to say, not once did I look at his face.

"I'm Isabella Swan," I said, praying that the emotional pain and stress I've experienced wasn't showing—or at least not much of it –on my face.

"Sit down, Miss Swan," He said with his velvet voice. "How is your father's health?"

"His speech has returned to normal, and he's slowly regaining back some use of the left side of his body. So, all in all, his health is good."

"He's had so many problems during the past few years, it's no wonder he had a stroke."

"Yes." I answered, not wanting to discuss my dad's downfall.

"Am I to understand that you came here by your own free will to finish the work your father started?" His piercing green eyes searched my face intently.

"That's right. I appreciate the opportunity you've given my dad to settle his debts to you. After he became ill and could not longer fulfill his commitment to you, he said you were willing for one of his kids to work for him, in his place. My brothers have all gone to work in other parts of the country, and my sisters are to unsuited for this work, so I came."

I didn't add that both of my sisters had refused to come.

Jessica had said, "I'm not going to work for that beast and have to look at his scarred, ugly, rotten face all day!"(A/n: Isn't she nice? Yea, I hate having to write mean things about Edward. But, it must be done. I'll live…)

Lauren had said, "Let him lose the money he loaned you. No one but a beast would have taken our home."

Edward's voice shook me out of my thoughts.

"You said your name was Isabella. Are you the one they call either Bell, Bella or Bells? I heard your father use those names when speaking of one of his daughters."

I smiled. "My father started using those name when I was younger, only family and close friends call me any of those names still. But, you may. If you like."

"I prefer to call you Bella." He said.

"As you wish, sir." I said, blushing slightly. This wasn't something I allowed often, but my dad's reputation was in Mr. Cullen's hands.

He pushed a button on his desk.

"I'll have Mrs. Weber show you to your quarters. Since you must be tired from your trip today, we'll meet up in the morning at 8 o'clock to discuss your duties."

I glanced around the oak-paneled office. Besides the computer area in the corner the room was the same as my father had left it. The walls, which were covered with paintings of sea craft, expressed the shipping interest in my family.

The door opened, and in walked a tall, slender woman entered.

Mrs. Weber stopped to look at me, she shook her graying head, and her eyes filled to the brim with tears and compassion. With a continuous glance at Mr. Cullen, she engulfed me in a bearlike hug.

"You poor child!" she said, sniffing, "Come along. I will get you settled."

"I'll be ready in the morning, Mr. Cullen." I said as Angela pulled on my hand and led me from the office. He nodded and I caught a glimpse of his face, but looked away before he could see the horror in my eyes.

EPOV

I was standing next to the desk, with my right side facing the doorway, so she wouldn't see the other half of my face.

The ruined half.

When the door opened, and angel walked in.

I saw her eyes looking at me, from my hair to my waist. Everything but my face.

"I'm Isabella Swan," she said, obviously trying to hide the emotional pain and stress she experienced in the past year. It didn't really work. I could still see some.

That alone made me feel very guilty.

"Sit down, Miss Swan," I said, trying to make some conversation, and to get to know her more. "How is your father's health?"

"His speech has returned to normal, and he's slowly regaining back some use of the left side of his body. So, all in all, his health is good."

"He's had so many problems during the past few years, it's no wonder he had a stroke."

"Yes." She answered, feeling uncomfortable and touchy about the subject of her father and his downfall.

"Am I to understand that you came here by your own free will to finish the work your father started?" I said, searching his her face intently.

"That's right. I appreciate the opportunity you've given my dad to settle his debts to you. After he became ill and could not longer fulfill his commitment to you, he said you were willing for one of his kids to work for him, in his place. My brothers have all gone to work in other parts of the country, and my sisters are to unsuited for this work, so I came."

She looked as though she wasn't adding everything, but I let it go. It probably didn't matter anyway.

She looked thoughtful for a few minutes, so I talked to her.

The sound of my voice seemed to startle her a little bit.

"You said your name was Isabella. Are you the one they call either Bell, Bella or Bells? I heard your father use those names when speaking of one of his daughters."

She smiled. "My father started using those name when I was younger, only family and close friends call me any of those names still. But, you may. If you like."

"I prefer to call you Bella." I said.

Bella just seemed more fitting to her. It just rolled off the tongue.

"As you wish, sir." She said, blushing ever so slightly.

I pushed a button on my desk.

"I'll have Mrs. Weber show you to your quarters. Since you must be tired from your trip today, we'll meet up in the morning at 8 o'clock to discuss your duties."

She glanced around the oak-paneled office. Besides the computer area in the corner the room was the same as her father had left it. The walls, which were covered with paintings of sea craft, expressed the shipping interest in her family.

The door opened, and in walked a tall, slender woman entered.

Mrs. Weber stopped to look at Bella, she shook her graying head, and her eyes filled to the brim with tears and compassion.

For Bella.

She'd told me many stories of how she watched Bella as a small child.

Even know, you could see the pure love she felt for this young woman.

With a continuous glance at me, she engulfed Bella in a bearlike hug.

"You poor child!" she said, sniffing, "Come along. I will get you settled."

"I'll be ready in the morning, Mr. Cullen." she said as the housekeeper pulled on her hand and led her from the office. I nodded and she caught a glimpse of my face, but looked away before I could see the horror in her eyes.

Or so she had thought.

No.

No, she was the same as everyone else.

Scared of my face. Of me.

Yet, I couldn't be mad at her.

Instead of dwelling on that, I thought of other things.

I thought about who she was.

How perfect she was.

And I was jealous of how perfect she was.

I knew that I couldn't be perfect.

Not now, not ever again.

Bella. It meant beautiful in Italian. I couldn't imagine a more fitting name for the angel.

She had beautiful chocolate brown eyes, with silver flecks mixed in, which I could get lost in. And she had long, mahogany hair that cascaded down to her waist in waves. She stood at medium height and a well formed body. She had even features and teeth that showed that they were pearly white when she smiled.

I got sad, now realizing something,

She could never be mine. She could do so much better. She could find someone that wasn't so scarred, inside and out.

She could choose anyone and have them wrapped around her delicate little finger in no time at all.

Anyone but me.

There ya go! I don't know why, but I really like writing this chapter. Huh.

Anyways, I hope you like this chapter as much as I like writing it.

And about Edward talking about her body, no he's not a pervert. Just…observant I suppose.

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