AN: Hey, I'm sort of back! We bought a house and have been busy moving and then I went on a short vacation. But the true culprit is that I just haven't had the gumption to write. My stress levels have been up and my emotions have been all over the place making it difficult to concentrate. So, bear with me and we'll wrap this up together! Love you!

EPOV

Leaving Forks on Sunday afternoon without Bella was difficult. Especially after spending the weekend clearing the air, setting expectations for our relationship, and knowing that communication is the only way we're going to survive.

When I arrive home, I send Bella a text to let her know and to thank Charlie and Sue one more time for their hospitality. As I'm unpacking and throwing a load of laundry together, I get a text from Ben in my IT department.

Ben: I know we're not due back in the office until Tuesday, but can we meet tomorrow morning?

Edward: If you have answers, I'll meet you at any time. 11am?

Ben: See you then.

I don't push for more information right now; there's no point when I'll see Ben in just over 12 hours. I have to trust that he found something that he wants to share with me before we all resume work on Tuesday. I can deal with that. As I wander about my house, locking up and getting into bed, I go over all the things that Bella and I spoke about.

Defining our relationship so it fits us, not just so it suits us. Clear expectations and boundaries are not only a necessity, but also I have a want for them, as does Bella. When she comes back from Forks, we're going to sit down and talk about her officially moving in with me. We're also going to talk about her taking on a position at Real Men. Not as the receptionist or my assistant but something where she can be useful, productive, and happy.

When I climb into bed, I know that not everything is going to be solved in the next few weeks, but knowing that I'm not alone and that I have a partner who is more than willing to be by my side helps me sleep better at night.

When I arrive about an hour before my scheduled time to meet Ben, I find him waiting downstairs. "Ben? Why aren't you upstairs?" I gesture to the elevators, and he joins me on the ride up.

"Mr. Cullen, I need to be very frank with you, and I didn't want to be in our space before you." Ben looks jumpy, and I can't help but be worried that he's using my full name.

"I thought it was Edward?"

"It might not be after I tell you what I found," Ben says and steps out of the elevator before me when we reach our floor.

Once we're in my office, he lays everything out for me as simply as possible. It's not that I can't follow it, but I want to make sure I'm clear on everything. Someone did in fact gain access to our network because someone on our network opened or downloaded something with malware.

"Whatever it was, it was sophisticated. It didn't take me long to find it, but if I hadn't thought to look for it, I wouldn't have known it was there," Ben tells me as he pulls out his laptop and shows me a computer file.

"This doesn't make any sense to me; I'm only marginally ashamed to admit that."

"Don't be. These are just program files that every computer has." He left clicks on a file to open it. "This is the malware that got downloaded and missed by our security."

Looking up at him, I ask him the two questions that are most important to me. "What did they get? And who downloaded it?"

When Ben tells me that it doesn't seem like the perpetrator so much as snooped, I feel sick to my stomach. "Was it just to scare us? Rattle us?"

"Or to test our security. It's good, Edward; I would have even said fool-proof a week ago." Ben sits opposite me and sighs. "I traced the download, and this is the frank part. I like that you never asked us to block social media or other sites that most people consider time wasters; I'm going to ask that you keep that same mindset. The download came from an external link from Facebook."

"Who was it?"

"The download happened on November third around noon. From Irina's computer at reception," Ben says quietly, and I stare off.

That's the day Bella was here. The day Irina told me about her new hires quitting on her. The day she filled in for about an hour before we had lunch.

"Whose Facebook account was logged in? I'm sure you could tell me that with all your digging?"

"I can even tell you which friend she got the link from." Ben grimaces. "Bella Swan is the name on the account."

I let out the breath I was holding. "And the friend who posted the link?"

"Maria Xavier."