Bella
"I need this job." It's like a mantra I keep repeating in my head.
Now I'm even rehearsing in front of the fucking mirror.
I have a new blouse and cream blazer hanging on the back of my door. Because yeah, I'm a people pleaser and it's similar to what Miss Cullen wears. Only mine is from Target, and I think she has never even stepped foot inside that store. She's more a Whole Foods kind of gal. And she probably shops at Gucci, or has one of those fancy stylist ladies coming to her upscale apartments with racks full of designer clothing.
"Why do you need this job, Miss Swan?"
Exactly the level of bitchiness I ordered. Excuse me, professionalism.
Alice sits on my bed, legs crossed at the ankles, giving me another round of her questions as she thumbs through a magazine.
"B—because I need t—."
"Don't, Bee. Don't tell the millionaire you need the pay bump. That's cheap."
"But it would help me get out of debt."
"The only debt you have are your student loans, and everyone has those. So don't say that."
That's true though…my credit score is excellent. But I don't like owing anyone money. I don't take anyone's money, either.
"Then what am I supposed to say? That I want out of that reception area? That I don't want to man the mail room and take phone calls, and laminate badges?" I throw my hands up in frustration, sinking down onto the foot of my bed.
"Well, I'd word it differently…but that's the main focus. You're ready for a new challenge, you've been at your current position for a while and you feel that you'd blossom and learn so much more from a personal assistant job. That you're ready." Alice shrugs. She's got a way with words, of course she has. Her job is to make words flow on paper and to make even a basic petty theft look impressive and interesting. Alice is one of the best journalists at her paper.
"Why don't you use those pretty words of yours to land that job at the magazine, Ally? You're born for that job."
She shrugs, again.
"I don't know…my parents won't like me to ruin my degree on fashion and lifestyle."
I roll my eyes.
"It's you're life, honey…"
"And this is yours," she retorts. "Get this job, put on those clothes tomorrow and nail the interview."
"I'll make you a deal," I start. My friend's blue eyes tell me she's not one to mess with. "If I get this job, that means you'll after yours."
"Well, well, well… Miss Swan, since when did you get so cocky?"
"Since this job needs me, and my organization skills, Ally."
She winks.
"Hell yeah, they fucking need you Bella." There's this sparkle ik her eyes.
"The Celestial Cullen son so needs you, Bella."
"God, you're so dramatic. Maybe you should work on a gossip column instead of at The New York Times."
She throws a pillow in my face.
