Chapter Two
I wasn't thinking as I drove to work. I was trying my best not to think of Edward. I was hoping he would be there, but I hadn't let myself feel that much scene the day he left. It had been a month. The Cullen's left their house still full of furniture; it looked perfectly staged waiting for them to come home. Just like I was waiting.
They must have been planning this for some time now. It was like they where never here but everyone but me. It didn't take long for me to get to work; I had to get there earlier. I had gotten Alice's job as the Editor's secretary. The new boss requested I be there early. He had sounded quite annoyed with Angela. She had been doing my job for the last month on top of her own.
We had a new receptionist at the front desk, the walls where not their old beige color, they where a boring grey blue. I looked at the office space and knew my misery was complete. There where cubical set up and I had the urge to kick them all down. The windows to Edward's, now the new Editors office, where covered up with black curtains. My world had changed completely. As I walked to my new desk right out side the Editors office to set down my purse Angela came running up to me.
"Bella, Thank God your back! Are your doing better?" she wrapped her arms around me like we had been the best of friends before my leave, but all I could do was shrug. "It's so hard with out them here." She looked at the Editors office.
"I noticed. How are things?" I was wondering most of all about the changes to the paper, and the rules.
"Its insane, now they are half hour lunch breaks. Oh and now we are all about the "Main Stream". No more interviews with owners of restaurants, and getting paid when we go to the spring fair. I think I'm lucky I kept my job." I couldn't imagine Angela losing her job, or anyone else here, but I was seeing some new faces. I was probably more angered that Edward let this happen, he worked his way to the top and now he let it all go to hell.
"Miss. Swan. You've decided to join us today." There was a deep Russian voice behind me. I turned to see a strongly built man, a very white skin tone, it glowed harshly against his bark brown hair. His eyes where a grey green, they where intimidating. He was about 6'3" and I did not like him.
"Yes sir, you can call me Bella." I stuck out my hand to shake his.
"I will call you Swan." He didn't take my hand, so I slowly lowered my arm. "You will call me Yasha. You know the building, and I assume that will make your duties easier. That is your desk." Motioned to the junky desk positioned almost all the way against his office wall. "You can answer a phone no? Good. Now everyone Off to Your Places." He ended loudly.
"So how do you know what to write?" I looked at Angela.
"It's called the wonder of email Bella." She was so sarcastic about it I almost choked on my own spit.
"So is that how it gets turned in too?" She nodded her head.
"If you need anything Bells just ask. Eric is around the corner too."
I went to my desk and slumped down in it. The desk was old and im pretty sure it had been in the building longer than I had worked there. They had gotten all new desks right before I was hired. The drawers where slightly uneven and the chair was old it was creaking as I moved. I leaned forward with a skreech putting my head in my hands.
The thought in my head where swirling and I didn't want to have to deal with anything. I let my self think about hpow Edward would feel about this. He wouldn't approve of anything that was going on. I was trying not to cry as I thought about the look that would have been on his face. My throat was closing up and burned. I looked up at the lights and took a deep breath relaxing my thoughts.
Slowly I opened the drawers and found them all empty, I was wondering where all my stuff had gone. I was about to pull out my day planner in my purse when I decided to ask Matt, our sports writer, if they kept my stuff. I walked over noticing two new faces glaring at me.
"Hi Matt." I smiled at his little boy face and shaggy brown hair.
"Hey Bella how are you doing?"
"I'm okay the editor sure is something?" I rolled my eyes. "Do you know if they kept my old stuff?"
"oh ya it's down in the basement. Do you want me to go get it?"
"No I'm okay thanks Matt." He looked at me with sympathy. I wondered if everyone felt bad for me. I smiled and headed to the elevator. After about half an hour I found the box. It was a decent sized box and when I opened it looked like someone had just dumped all the drawers in there. Everything I had was in there except the picture of Edward and I.
When I got back to my desk I found a note stuck to my computer.
Isabella,
This is your new email:
Your password is: 123654
You will be getting daily and weekly mails so please check it frequently. Do not change any of this information, and do not bring or allow people t visit you on the job or at lunch. There are monitors that screen all the sites you visit. Please also do not leave your desk for extended periods of time with out informing me. Thank you.
-Yasha
I sat back and looked at the paper. There was something inside of me that was telling me I should get up and quit now, save myself the trouble later. Lately I had had a low tolerance. I started digging through my box and setting up my desk, being not very pleased that my pens where spilt all over the bottom of the box.
I called Jake at lunch and we decided to go to the cemetery later after my work and his school.
