**Important Note: This is an outtake in Edward's point of view. This is not the next chapter of No Ordinary Proposal. This outtake will be Edward's perspective of the time before Bella arrives in New York.**

Thanks to SusanQ, Nicffwhisperer, Kikki7, Vampshavelaws, Julie, KittyVuitton, Stephanie, Perry, Jaime, Nolebucgrl, and Sydney Alice for all of their help pre-reading/betaing/supporting me. I'm always tinkering until right before posting and any mistakes are mine.

EPOV 1 Outtake

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

One of my hands gripped my hair and I didn't even realize it until I felt the tugging. I'd been trying to break myself of that bad habit since birth, but it always came out when I was stressed.

Or pissed.

Or angry.

And today I was all three.

A huge deal had fallen through because of someone else's incompetency, I'd ruined my favorite tie from a coffee spill, and I hadn't had sex in over six months.

I was ready to blow something up.

I turned back to the conversation in my ear when the voice kept droning on.

"Jasper, shut the fuck up with your psychobabble bullshit and fire his ass. Today. Or I will."

I slammed the phone down, knocking files and papers off the edge of my desk. I glared at the resulting mess all over the floor, taking a few deep breaths before I truly lost it. No sooner had I calmed down somewhat when the nasally voice of my secretary came through the intercom.

"Mr. Cullen?"

"What?" I snapped.

"You told me to remind you to leave at 7:45 today because of your dinner meeting."

I rolled my head, trying to ease the knots in my neck. "Fine. Thank you. You are finished for today."

I glanced once more at the strewn papers and sighed before picking them up and throwing them back on my desk, deciding to go through the pile tomorrow. After gathering what I wanted to look over that evening, I put on a new tie from the wardrobe I kept in the private bathroom attached to my office.

I checked my watch and called Felix to make sure he had the car ready. I scowled as I exited my office, noticing Tanya loitering at her desk. I quickly strode to the elevator and jabbed the button in irritation.

"Care for some company on the way down?" she asked, coming up behind me.

If she wasn't a good secretary, I would have fired her. Instead I grunted and ignored her, pulling out my phone and checking stock movements of the day. It had been a while since she'd been blatant about offering more than her typing skills, and I'd thought she'd gotten the hint that I was not interested.

Sure she had a decent body and a nice rack, but the calculating look in her eyes was too reminiscent of another. Besides, I didn't dip my pen in the company ink.

My recent string of sexless days was definitely not for lack of willing participants. I knew I could have just about any woman out there, and I had for a long time.

But I was tired of that shit.

I wanted more.

Only I was having trouble finding it.

I'd tried to start relationships with a few women over the last couple years. Generally they had been nice, recommended by a friend or my mother. But unfailingly, I just couldn't commit, regardless of my desire to be attached.

I wanted a wife.

I wanted a family.

I wanted someone that would never leave me. Never steal the rug from under my feet.

Like she did.

I still hated her with the fire of a thousand suns.

Yet none of the women I'd met made me care enough to really put myself out there again. I was beginning to wonder if it would simply be better for me to embrace eternal bachelorhood and throw away my hope for the more that I craved.

The elevator door opened and I moved to the corner, hoping Tanya had the sense to stay away from me in my current mood. Luckily she did, and I continued ignoring her presence while trying not to gag from being confined in a steel box with her perfume.

My phone buzzed with an incoming text.

I need to talk to you.

I frowned at the message. It was an unfamiliar number, but I recognized the area code from somewhere. I shrugged it off, assuming someone had dialed a wrong number. As soon as I was off the elevator and away from Tanya's cloying scent, I sent Alec a wave before exiting and finding Felix waiting.

After giving him the address of the restaurant, I got in the car, taking a moment to lay my head back against the seat and clear my mind. It suddenly dawned on me why the area code had been familiar.

I used to live there. It was from Washington.

I glanced at the message again, wondering if it was possible an old friend or classmate had gotten my number somehow. I supposed it wouldn't hurt to find out if the call was really meant for me or not.

Who is this?

The answer came back quickly.

Isabella Swan

However coincidental, she obviously thought she was contacting someone else.

I think you have the wrong number.

I put my phone in my pocket and closed my eyes. A few seconds later it buzzed again and I groaned.

Would this day never end?

If this is Edward Cullen, then I have the right number.

What the fuck? I racked my brain trying to place the name she'd given me. I rarely gave this number out, so it didn't make sense for some random person to call it looking for me.

Before I could type out a response, my mother called. I debated letting it go to voicemail, but decided to go ahead and get it over with.

"Hello, mother."

"Edward! It's good to hear your voice."

She made it sound like I hadn't spoken to her in years. I pinched the bridge of my nose, wondering if all mothers had the ability to lay down the passive aggressive guilt trips.

"It's nice to hear your voice, too. Although we talked just a few days ago."

"Your brother calls me every other day."

That's because he's a needy mama's boy who constantly seeks approval.

I kept those thoughts to myself, watching the lights of the city pass by.

"I'm actually on my way to a dinner meeting. Did you need something important?"

She ignored my short tone. "It's nothing major. I was hoping you would be available this weekend to meet for dinner?"

I had a feeling this was another set-up and I just didn't have the energy at the moment. What I needed was a vacation. "I'm going out of town for a few days, so I'll have to take a rain check."

"Oh? Where are you going?"

I narrowed my eyes, but chuckled. "Aren't I a little old to need a signed permission slip?"

"Now, don't take that tone with me. I was only asking. I love you and I'm worried about you."

"I'm fine. It'll be a couple days on a beach somewhere. I need to unwind."

"Are you taking anybody special?"

I sighed. "No. Just me."

She remained silent for a minute. "Okay, I know you're busy. I won't keep you any longer. Have fun on your trip, honey."

"Thanks, mom. I'll talk to you soon."

After our goodbyes, I remembered the text I hadn't answered. I should have asked my mother if she recognized the name. She had a photographic memory for shit like that. I typed back a quick response.

Ms. Swan. Do I know you?

Hopefully I'd find out who this mystery woman was before we reached the restaurant.

Not exactly, but it is imperative that I speak with you.

If this ended up being a telemarketer, I was going to combust.

I don't have time for this. I'm late for a dinner meeting.

She needed to get to the damn point. And quick. My patience was hanging on by a fucking thread.

Can I call you?

I growled. She wants a call? She's going to get one. I dialed her number, tapping my fingers on my knee as I waited for her to pick up.

"Hello?"

Hmm. Nice voice.

"Hello, Ms. Swan. Please tell me what these texts are in regards to."

"I…uh…I…"

I had to admit I was slightly amused by her fumbling. People were often intimidated by me, but it usually didn't happen over the phone. There was also a warring part of my brain that wanted to make her comfortable. Something about her voice was soothing and made me want to calm her down in return.

What?

I shook my head. The stress of the day was clearly messing with my sanity.

There was a loud noise and a crash in the background, and I sat up straight, immediately alarmed that something bad had happened to her.

"Ms. Swan? Hello? Are you okay?"

"Yeah…um…I'm all right. Sorry. I slipped."

I breathed out a gust of air, uneasy with the fact my heart was racing. My agitation caused me to snap back a response. I was already going to be late, and the car had stopped in front of the restaurant.

"Look, I really need to leave. Tell me what this is all about."

"I'm graduating in a week from Forks High School. I was supposed to be awarded the scholarship you give out each year, but was told that an error had been made and it was given to someone else. That news came after I accepted a spot at NYU and sent them all my savings for room and board. I was counting on that scholarship, and I am deserving of it. Mr. Cullen, I want you to fund me also."

My mouth gaped. I couldn't have been more surprised if I'd seen Felix get out and start dancing the cha-cha naked in the middle of the street.

"You want me to fund you?"

"Yes. I shouldn't have to pay for your employee's mistake."

Okay, yes. I was actually capable of being more surprised. This girl had some nerve. Nobody—and I mean nobody—talked to me like this. I was close to hanging up when she started speaking again.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I'm just really in need of that scholarship. It's my last hope of getting out of here and making something of myself."

My anger was mollified by her apologetic tone. As I thought over her words further, I had to admit that I admired the way she was fighting her little battle. She went straight to the top and took no prisoners.

Kind of like me.

And fuck if her telling me off didn't turn me on a little.

I adjusted in my seat, disgusted that I was having these thoughts about some girl who was probably a minor. I couldn't help it. She had the sultry, low, slightly husky voice of a sex operator.

Not that I'd know what they sounded like.

Fuck.

I really needed to get laid.

I rubbed my hand down my face, thinking about her request. I'd put Tanya in charge of prioritizing and organizing the scholarship documents, while Emmett had read through the submissions for me since I'd been overseas for a couple weeks. I could have easily just told this girl I'd grant her request to be funded, but I wanted to look more into this mistake.

"Hello?"

Her timid voice brought my attention back to the conversation.

"I will look into this so-called scholarship mix-up. When I have determined if any action needs to be taken, you will be contacted."

"Thank you so much. You have no idea how much this means to me. I've sent you several emails with all my information."

Meaning she'd sent Tanya several emails.

"As I said, I will look into it." Once I knew what had happened, I'd probably help her out regardless. I liked her balls, although I was really curious how she'd gotten this number. "One last thing, how did you get this phone number, Isabella?"

"I prefer Bella."

Bella. Of course. The sex operator voice of the underaged asskicker just had to belong with a name that meant beautiful.

I exhaled and adjusted myself again.

"Fine. Bella. How did you get this number?"

"I…uh…"

"Tell me the truth."

"I had my best friend hack into your carrier network and find it."

Trouble. This girl was going to be trouble.

"I'll be in touch."

Maybe in more ways than one.

Fuck.

I was going to hell.

I quickly saved her number under her name, before checking my watch again. I was already late for the meeting so a few more minutes wasn't going to hurt. I scrolled for the number I wanted and hit send.

"Mr. Cullen?"

"Hey, Alec. I need you to do something for me."

"Sure, boss. What do you need?"

"Who's your best computer guy?"

"Ben Cheney."

"I want you to get with Ben and investigate something for me. I need to know everything you can find on an Isabella or Bella Swan from Forks, Washington. I don't want anyone else to know you are doing this."

Alec would never tell another soul, but I still wanted to be cautious. This could be illegal for all I knew. It was possible I'd developed some criminal tendencies from my sex drought.

I was losing my mind. Why was I doing this? Because of a voice on the phone?

I had officially become a member of Crazytown.

"Sure thing. When do you want it by?"

"Tomorrow morning. Come to my office."

"I'll be there."

My heart was pounding and my stomach jittered with excitement as I ended the call. It was possible I was in the early stages of a heart attack. I wondered if there were any aspirin in the limo.

"Sir?"

Felix's voice made me jerk my head his way. He'd lowered the divider at some point and I hadn't even noticed.

"Yes?"

"We've been here for about fifteen minutes now. Did you want me to take you elsewhere?"

I shook my head. "No. I'm getting out." I needed to get my shit together.

I hurried out of the car and took a few deep breaths on the sidewalk, trying to ignore the valet guys eyeing me curiously. I pushed everything to the back of my mind and walked in.

Edward Motherfucking Cullen had a deal to close.

~~~*~~~NOPEPOV~~~*~~~

I tossed and turned all night with no clue as to why I couldn't sleep. I was always able to sleep.

I loved sleep.

But there I was staring at the clock at six in the morning. I shoved the sheets away in frustration, scowling as I stomped to the bathroom and into the shower. The hot water did nothing to relax me, and I was still in a pissy mood as I dressed and made my way downstairs.

I tried to bypass Hannah altogether, not up for some debate about breakfast. I didn't know what my problem was, but I knew that fucking scrambled eggs weren't the answer.

"Edward, here's your coffee."

I stopped in my tracks, turning around to find her in the hall behind me.

"No time this morning, Hannah. Have a good day."

She mumbled something about attitude under her breath, and I tried not to feel like a scolded kid as I hurried away. Felix already had the car ready for me and I was at the office before I knew it.

I checked my phone for the hundredth time since hanging up with Alec the night before, hoping he had something for me already. I threw it on my desk when I saw there was still nothing. I settled in my seat, distracting myself with work until 7:30 when Tanya was supposed to be there.

I jumped up and opened my office door. It was fortunate for the future of her job that she was there on time.

"Tanya," I said, nearing her desk.

"Yes, Mr. Cullen?"

My empty stomach rolled from her simpering voice. "I want hard copies of all the scholarship submission essays on my desk in ten minutes."

I stalked back to my office, ignoring her reply as I slammed my door.

About five minutes later she knocked and came in with what I wanted. I started glancing through the names as soon as she handed them over, not finding the one I was looking for.

"Wait," I said.

She halted in the doorway and turned around.

"I told you I wanted all of them. Are you sure these are all we received?"

Her eyes darted to the floor and I tried to quell my anger.

"I can double check," she squeaked.

"Do that. Now. And be very sure before you come in here again that you have them all."

She had another file in her hand when she returned a few minutes later.

"I'm so sorry. I missed one. This is the last one."

I watched her eyes closely, but I wasn't sure whether she was lying or not. It didn't make sense for her to purposely keep a scholarship essay from me, so I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. I took the file and waved her off.

"Close the door on your way out."

I couldn't open the file fast enough. As soon as I saw the name on top of the page, my heart took off racing again.

Isabella Swan.

What was she doing to me?

I devoured the words on the pages, so engrossed in her writing I barely heard the knocking on my door.

"Come in."

I set the pages down as Alec walked in and sat down across the desk from me.

"What did you find?" I didn't care if I sounded a little overeager.

He eyed me briefly before producing some papers from a folder. "There's not a lot to find. Most of the information is in regards to her family."

He handed me the papers before continuing on.

"It seems her father had been police chief in Forks until he was shot and killed in the line of duty several years ago. Then her mother also passed a few years ago from injuries sustained in a car accident."

My eyes scanned the pages as his words sunk in. The news of her parents made her essay words even more touching.

I rubbed a spot on my chest when I felt a sudden jab of pain. The heart attack was coming back. I was sure of it. My fingers fumbled in the drawer, finally landing on the bottle of aspirin. I downed a couple and took a swig of water.

"What else?"

"Since her mother's death she was in the custody of her stepfather, Phil Dwyer, until she turned eighteen. He's a truck driver, and from what we can tell, is often on the road. They have a rental residence, but it appears that Miss Swan has no blood relatives in the area."

My mind focused on one phrase. "Until she turned eighteen?"

Alec shifted in his seat, his expression guarded. "Yes, she's eighteen. Her birthday is September 13th."

Not a minor. Not a minor. Not a minor.

I started to smile, but then remembered I was a sick fuck. But less of a sick fuck than I was when I imagined her as an underaged sex operator.

This girl had no family and apparently thought she had no future without my help. I wanted to call her back immediately and tell her she would be taken care of.

Taken care of?

Yes.

What did that mean?

It could mean many things.

Alec cleared his throat, disrupting the dialogue in my head. "That's really all we have so far. Did you want us to keep digging?"

I shook my head. "No." Maybe. "Yes." God, I had issues. "No." I groaned and leaned back in my chair, glancing over at Alec.

He was a confidant. And I needed to talk to someone before the voices in my head took over full-time. I probably needed a shrink, and maybe a cardiologist, but he was going to have to do. He was good at hiding the fact he thought I was a nutjob.

"Mr. Cullen?"

I glared at the intercom, Tanya's whining voice interrupting what was a very important conversation.

"I told you to hold all my calls."

"Yes, except Emmett is here. Can I send him in?"

Oh, yes. I needed to talk to my assclown of a brother.

"Send him in."

Alec stood up and I quickly shook my head.

"Stay. This won't take very long."

He sat back down just as Emmett walked in.

"Hey, bro. Good to see you back."

I rolled my eyes. I'd been back for almost a week.

Emmett was seven years younger than me and I loved him more than anything. But he rarely took anything seriously. I felt like sometimes he was still the little boy who followed me around everywhere, making messes that I'd have to clean up.

"Have a seat, Emmett." I handed him the file of applicants. "Which of these students did you choose as the winner and why?"

He frowned and started flipping through the pages. I tapped my fingers on the desk, waiting for him to answer. He finally looked up with a sheepish grin.

"I don't know."

I ground my teeth. "Why not?"

He shrugged. "I passed it off to my assistant. She's better at this stuff than me. I'm not an English teacher."

Fucking hell.

"I didn't give it to you to grade for fucking spelling and syntax. Jesus, Emmett."

"What are you so pissed about?"

I opened my mouth, but shut it quickly. This was going nowhere and I didn't want to blow up at my brother. I should have just done this all myself anyway.

No wonder this girl felt like she'd been jerked around. She had been.

I ran my hand through my hair and took a couple breaths.

"It's fine, Em. I'll take care of it. I need to get back to this meeting with Alec."

He took the hint and left, luckily with no further drama. I already felt like I was starring in a fucking soap opera.

It hardly mattered who had messed up anymore. It happened and I needed to fix it. I would just give out two scholarships. It wasn't like it would cost me much of anything. Isabella would be taken care of.

Bella.

Bella.

Bella.

I picked up her essay again, skimming over the lines. I had to know more about this girl because I didn't know if I could get her out of my head otherwise.

I looked up and found Alec watching me.

"Isabella—or Bella as she likes to be referred—got my phone number and called me last night."

His eyebrows lifted but he remained silent.

"Evidently she was informed that she'd won the scholarship, basically a free ride through college, but then told she actually wasn't the winner. She'd sent her savings already to hold her spot at NYU. She needs help."

He nodded his head slowly. "Okay. So give her another scholarship. What's the problem?"

"Yes. Yes, I will. I am." My heart was pounding again. Fucking traitorous organ. "It's just there was something about her voice."

Yep. There's the look. He thought I was crazy.

"I think…I was planning to take a few days. Unwind. I thought maybe I'd take a trip. Maybe some woods. Forests. Greenery. Nature."

He interrupted my rambling. "Let me guess…in the Northwest?"

"Yeah, something like that. Maybe stop by and take care of this scholarship mess personally. What do you think?"

He shook his head. "I don't think that's a good idea."

That much was obvious. Even to me. But I still wanted his reasons.

"Why?"

"You seem really…invested. It seems you have more than a casual interest in this girl."

"I do." I had no idea why, but it was true. "I need to meet her."

He shook his head and held up his hand. "Wait. Hold up. You are a recognizable man. You show up in the backwoods of Washington and people are going to be all over it. I don't know what exactly you're wanting, but you are acting a little off. If you go, you may scare off the girl."

He was right. This was ridiculous. What the hell was I thinking?

I needed to simply take care of Bella's tuition and forget it all.

"You can always send me instead," he suggested.

"Okay," I blurted out.

I stood up and started pacing behind my desk.

"I'm going to help her no matter what, but I want to know more before I contact her. Maybe there's something else…" I glanced over at him, before looking away again and shaking my head. "No, nevermind. I want to know everything you can find first. Then I'll figure out what exactly I'm going to tell her."

"So you want me to follow her?"

I stopped in my tracks and shrugged. "I don't care what you call it. Don't engage with her right now. Just call me and send me everything you find. Does she work? Does she have friends? Does she go home and cry alone every night?"

The pain in my chest was back at the thought of her being alone and crying.

Was I dying?

"Are you okay, boss?"

I nodded and stopped clutching my chest. I wasn't going to go into the fact I was having these feelings. He'd either laugh at me or have me committed.

Or worse, call me a woman and try to give me chocolate and flowers or some shit like that.

Sweet Jesus, I felt like I should be on Oprah.

"I want to be informed of everything," I told him.

"No problem. I'll call when I've landed."

I sat back down, searching for my phone. "Take the jet. I'll have them ready to leave at noon."

He nodded, his lips turning up slightly. Was that a smirk? Was he smirking at me?

"Are you still planning to leave for a few days?" he asked.

"No. I don't really think that's necessary now." I sent him a glare, and he held his hands up with a chuckle.

As I watched him take off out the door, my heart was racing again, but this time it was joined by something else that I didn't quite understand.

Was it hope?

~~~*~~~NOPEPOV~~~*~~~

Over the next few days, each piece of Bella's life I gleaned from Alec started fitting together, helping solve the puzzle in my head she'd left from her words and her phone call.

She was hardworking, studious, polite, and alone.

Except for her best friend.

I told Alec to find out about Alice Brandon, too. It couldn't hurt to know about the people—or person—close to Bella.

Yes, I'd officially entered stalker territory. It couldn't be helped. There was some connection that I couldn't deny and I felt an overwhelming need to protect her.

I'd been so tempted to call her back, let her know she no longer had to worry, but the more I found out about her, the more I thought maybe the two of us were meant to be something beyond awardee and benefactor.

Words like fate and destiny started floating in my head.

Then I thought maybe I was having a mid-life crisis and checked to make sure my dick was still attached.

My phone rang and I rushed to answer.

"Alec?"

"Yeah, boss. I wanted to tell you that I made initial contact today. I bought a few things at the Thrifty Mart and she cashed me out. Nice, courteous, although she seemed a little distracted."

I frowned, wondering if she had problems I wasn't already aware of.

"What did you find out about the stepfather?"

"He's not around much. No criminal record, seems to be on the up-and-up. Bella lives with him on a rental property. Lease is up in a few weeks and the landlord told me it wouldn't be renewed."

Was he moving because Bella planned to leave for college or was she leaving because she had nowhere else to go?

I hated the thought that she may feel she had no options.

"What else? Did you get what I asked for?"

He was silent for a moment. "Um…yeah, I got them. I'll go ahead and send them now."

I messed with my mouse, waiting for the email to arrive. After clicking on the first image, I knew my dick was definitely still attached.

"Holy fuck."

She was gorgeous. Beyond gorgeous.

I clicked through the photos I'd asked Alec to get for me, each one better than the last.

Walking into school. Coming out from work. Smiling at her friend.

She was beautiful. Perfect. Mine.

Mine?

Yes.

"Boss?"

I forgot I was still holding the phone with Alec on the line. "Yeah?" I croaked.

"What's the plan now? It's her graduation tomorrow."

I didn't know yet.

"Just hang tight. I'll call you in a little while."

I ended the call and went back to ogling the pictures. As I scanned image after image, a plan started to form in my head.

I wanted her and I had to come up with a way to make her mine.

Normally, it didn't take much more than a wink and a smile to get a woman into bed.

But I already knew I wanted more than a quick fuck with Bella. She had little means, no family, no security. These were all things I could give her and wanted to give her.

Family.

Maybe…just maybe.

My heart started pounding again as my eyes widened at the screen in front of me.

Was some higher being trying to tell me something? Or was it just my overactive imagination?

I grabbed her essay pages, reading over her words again despite having them almost memorized.

The way my dad's moustache tickled my face as he gave me a goodnight kiss when I was little.

The smell of cookies baking in the oven while my mom and I laughed at the mess we'd made in the kitchen.

The warmth and happiness I felt when my dad would let me curl up in his lap while he sat in front of the fireplace and read his newspaper.

The sound of my mom's voice when she read me a bedtime story, making each character special and unique.

These were the important things in life. These were the things I wanted to pass on.

She wanted the same things I did.

She wanted family. Children. Someone to go home to.

Fuck.

I really was a woman.

But I didn't care. I was going to make this happen. This would be different from my experience with Kate. I would make sure of it.

I wouldn't lay my heart on the line. I would do this on my terms. I could give her what she needed and she could give me what I needed, and nobody would have to be hurt.

It was perfect.

I looked at her picture again and smiled.

Bella.

Bella Swan.

No.

Bella Cullen.

Perfect.

I changed my desktop to my favorite picture of her before opening a new word doc. As I typed a message for Bella, I called Alec back.

"Hey, boss."

"Hello. I'm about to send you a letter that I want you to deliver to Bella after her graduation tomorrow."

"Okay."

"And you are to escort her to New York the following morning."

"Escort her to New York?"

"Yes. Bring her to me. In the meantime, while you aren't watching over her, I want you to have Ben access her and her parents' medical history and send it to me by tomorrow morning."

He cleared his throat and remained silent for a minute. "Boss, are you sure about this? I mean, what if she doesn't want to come with me? What are you going to do with her if I do bring her there? She's a good girl."

Alec's being protective of her only endeared her to me more. He was kind of a hard nut to crack, but she must have gotten under his skin somehow.

"Believe me, she will want to come. Don't scare her though. Tell her to call me if she's nervous about anything." I paused and emailed the letter. "Also, I want only the best for her, so don't be concerned that I have any malicious intentions. If she agrees with my plan, you will be seeing a whole lot more of her."

"She's going to have a choice?"

I did glare at the phone that time. "Yes. I'm not a monster. I'm not going to force her into anything." I took a deep breath and unclenched my fist. "Just bring her to me and keep an eye on her until you leave. I will hold you personally responsible if anything happens to her."

Get a fucking grip, Cullen.

What was my problem?

"Shit. Sorry, Alec. I'm not trying to be a dick. I'm wound a little tight. Just keep her safe and happy until she gets here. Okay?"

"Sure. Yeah, I can do that."

"Thank you."

As soon as I was done with him, I was on the phone to Jenks, telling him to be in my office tomorrow morning.

Everything was falling into place.

AN: So this was part 1 of the EPOV outtakes. I'm eager to hear what you think of being in Edward's head. Part 2 should be coming soon.

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