Bella:
I'm tapping my foot on the laminate floor, trying to calm my nerves. The receptionists keeps glancing over and glaring at me, but I try to ignore her as I clutch my book in my hands. I arrived here about 20 minutes early, thankfully managing to avoid traffic on the way to Seattle.
The reception shows just how formal and well this company is doing, almost making me feel out of place in the skirt and blouse I quickly threw on. I'm in a similar outfit to the receptionist, though I can't make up my mind whether that is a good thing or not.
"Isabella Swan?" My name is called out in a bored tone by the receptionist, so I quickly get up and hurry over to her. I'm given brief instructions as to where I have to go, and then I'm off. My nerves, however, don't calm at all. They just get worse.
In the lift, I smooth down both my skirt and hair, checking over my appearance in the small mirror. When the ding sounds, the doors open and I make the short walk down to the office at the end of the corridor.
On the door, in fancy, italic writing is the name 'Mr Hutch'. I tentatively knock, though a warm, reassuring voice calls out for me to enter. Glancing quickly around the medium sized office, I notice accolades hanging on all four walls, a large desk in the middle and a seat for me to sit in.
"Now, you're book," Mr Hutch begins, holding up the copy I sent to him. Only, it's not in as good condition as the one in my hands, so I can only assume that's a good sign. "Pearson would very much like to publish it, as, not only me, but all my colleagues loved it."
"Really?" I squeak, and then try to calm and remind myself to be formal. "Thank you, Mr Hutch, I-"
"Please, call me John," he interrupts me.
"Ok, John, thank you for the praise for my book," I tell him, shuffling nervously in my seat.
"Not only did it have an excellent plot, the characters were incredibly well developed and the grammar was almost faultless. I've had an editor look over it, who only spotted a few mistakes." That's one thing I can agree with. I checked several times to make sure it was all ok, and I even persuaded Rose and Emmett to check it. They don't have as big a passion for reading as I do.
"Thank you, it means a lot to hear that," I tell him honestly.
"Now, I was wondering if you were going to use a pseudo name for the book?" John asks.
"I did consider that, but since I've left my job as a teacher I feel that would no longer be necessary." I had considered it, mainly on the long drive over here, but in the end I just thought it would be best to go with my real name.
"Ok, well, I think we should move on to prices," John grins.
"Certainly," I smile back, relaxing a little.
A/N: What do you think of the first part of their book meeting? :D
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