EPOV

My cellphone buzzed in my pocket uncontrollably; without bothering to check it, I jammed my silver fork in the filet mignon before me and began to cut it into small pieces with the steak knife that had been placed on the right side of my plate and filled my mouth with savory goodness.

Jasper stared at me in disgust and horror. For a cowboy, he shouldnt have been a vegeterian, alas he was and the idea of eating a delicious piece of steak seemed horrible to him. "Have you ever actually met an actual cow?", he had said, "Theyre freakin adorable."

Me, I believed in the circle of life. And I'd enjoy my steak while Jasper ate his leaves and tried calling it a salad, let alone a meal.

"How's work?" Carlisle, our father asked from behind the New York Time's newspaper he was divulging. Apparently, he had made the cover as one of New York's most influential and powerful men.

Although I had filled his position as CEO just two years ago, the world knew who still made the big decisions when it came to CNL. I was just a fucking puppet.

"Excellent Father," We responded in unison and I went back to eating my meal silenty as Jasper pitched our father an idea and my phone continued to buzz in my trouser pockets. It was Tanya, sending me wedding venues, caterers, photographers, etc. She was overwhelming me. I had only proposed a week ago.

"Do you remember the young woman I was telling you about?" His voice held admiration, maybe even love.

My youngest sibling had never been in love before, curiously I looked up from my meal and watched as Carlisle Cullen nodded his head. "Isabella right?"

Jasper flashed a smile. "Yes. She is graduating tonight. From NYU. Top of her class, a business major. She sort of reminds me of you, Edward." He looked at me then with pride. Jasper was my half-brother, and I had not found out about him until the prime age of thirteen. Esme, our mother forgave the affair and managed to take Jasper in and care for him as her own. Emmett the youngest Cullen, and my other brother was not pleased. He hated him. And although they grew to love each other, there was a rivalry there between the affection for our mother that would probably never end.

As for Jasper and I, we always seemed to compete for the approval and attention of our father. Even at thirty and thirty-two.

"What about this young lady?" Carlisle set his newspaper down and stared at his youngest son questioningly, his blonde and grey hair streaked back, and his green eyes flashing.

"Ive added her to the interview list for Edward's new intern. I was hoping you'd consider her Edward," Jasper gave me a pleading look.

"The princess, sure. Why not?" What's the worst thing that could happen? Working at CNL would be a door-opener for the business world for Jasper's new girlfriend.

"Thanks Edward," Jasp said looking down at his plate and diving into his salad as our father turned towards me and gave me a warning look.

I shrugged as if saying what?

And he pointed towards me as if saying you know what.

I shook my head curtly, and looked passed him staring out into the Park Avenue view that enveloped our father's penthouse apartment. My father had nothing to worry about, I was a new man. An engaged man. The games and the competition with Jasper over women was over. Even Jasper trusted that, why else would he send his princess my way. She was all he spoke about for weeks, and he had even helped me pick out the 4 carat ring resting a top Tanya's left ring-finger.

Tanya was a lawyer at an NYC firm that handled a lot of our business contracts, she was intelligent, sexy, and came from a good-family. Our marriage would be the talk of the town for weeks to come.

That night I rode around the city blocks in the back of my Limo reading e-mails on my IPAD and taking care of late-night business calls. Driving passed Jasper's building, I watched as a young woman in black heels and a tight black dress got out of a cab and headed inside. She was absolutely breath-taking.

Tossing and turning in bed, I dreamt and fantasized over the woman I had seen and finally called Tanya around 2 in the morning.

She was in England for the summer taking care of undisclosed contracting for her firm. My cock was hard, and I needed to be between her legs.

"What are you wearing beautiful?"

"Pink lace, baby..."

Monday morning, I awoke with a start. Maria my maid, had laid out a pair of jeans and t-shirt on top of my whirlpool bathtub in my overly large bathroom. The times had said once I was one of the most casual CEO's of all time. I went to work in everyday clothes, and changed in my office.

Fuck being in a stuffy hot suit in a limo stuck in traffic for 45 minutes.

My Iphone buzzed, revealing my daily planner. I had three interviews in search of my summer slave. Unfortunately that's what being an intern meant. They got the little jobs in the companies, no one wanted.

And Jasper's girlfriend was the last one on the list. Taking a hot shower, I began to imagine a short brunette in flats, in an old grey suit, with bright rimmed glasses. A younger verison of Sue, my receptionist/secretary.

Laughing to myself, I dressed, grabbed my suitcase, and headed out for the work-day.

"Good morning, Mr. Cullen," Everyone said as I passed and smiled or nodded. I didnt know 95 percent of their names, and I never bothered learning them.

The 5 percent of people I did know were the company's top exec's or their secretary's... but that was the old me. I hadnt been up a secretary's skirt since I had met Tanya and my mother had fallen in love with her and pushed us towards marriage.

That was a year ago.

In the cold central air of my office and the huge walk-in closet attached to it, I dressed in my black armani cuffed suit and tie, feeling stuffy...

And sat.

The first person I interviewed was a short red-head. She had just graduated from Yale on a scholarship and that's about when I stopped listening...

I went to Yale.

The next person was a tall asian-guy. He had graduated from NYT, computer electronic's major. He was from California and loved NYC.

He seemed cool enough, I told him Id give him a call if anything.

Then a few minutes passed and there was two-knocks on my door, I stood and went to let my last interviewer in.

My heart fell to my chest as the heat rushed through me. Isabella Swan was one beautiful young-woman.

Breath-taking...

"I'm Isabella Swan. I have an interview with Mr. Cullen."

Her voice was like the sweetest of wine.

Shit.