Disclaimer: Twilight and the characters belong to Stephenie. Only this little plotline is mine.
Edward and his wife Tanya are having trouble conceiving. Bella is in desperate need for money so she can finish her degree.
The Surrogate
Chapter 11
BPOV
My heart thudded in my chest as I slowly climbed the stone steps leading to the administrative offices of the Masen Scholarship Fund. My plea to Mr. Newton for a second chance had to be accepted or I would have to drop out of school. The thought of leaving my little apartment and moving back home until I could afford to return filled me with dread. I cursed myself for not checking my mail.
The heavy door opened sluggishly as I tugged at it and entered the reception area. It closed with a whoosh behind me. Besides me there was only one other person here, the secretary or assistant of some sort busily typing away. A placard announced that she was Jessica Stanley administrative assistant to Mr. Michael Newton just the man I was here to see.
My footsteps echoed on the rich parquet floors as I approached. Ms. Stanley finally glanced my way when I stopped and stood before her desk. She smiled brightly loosely folding her hands.
"How can I help you, Ms…"
"Swan. Bella Swan." I gulped with nerves. My throat was dry.
"I have an appointment to see Mr. Newton about my scholarship."
Ms. Stanley whipped back towards her computer tapping in my name.
"Oh yes, here you are. Have a seat while I announce you." The very pretty Ms. Stanley quickly applied some lipstick and fluffed her curly blonde hair. She stood and sashayed toward what must be Mr. Newton's office.
After a few minutes the door opened and a flushed Ms. Stanley ushered me in.
"Mr. Newton will see you now."
Nervously wringing my hands I walked into the nicely appointed office befitting a very wealthy foundation. Surely they would make an exception and allow me to retain my scholarship and stipend given the new and not well explained requirements.
Ms. Stanley closed the door behind me. I took notice of Mr. Newton for the first time. He was quite good looking. His bright blue eyes scrutinized me and one hand patted at his neatly combed blonde hair.
He seemed very young to have a position of this importance but that really didn't matter right now. My future was in his hands.