I sighed and glanced out the window, my eyes meeting those of the driver next to me. The 40-something man flashed me a creepy smile and mouthed the word ‘nice’, Ew. Why did men have to be such pigs? I leaned my head back on the seat and let out a long sigh, thinking back on the debacle that had begun my day.
I had woken to the blaring sound of My Chemical Romance playing through the speakers of my alarm clock. I moaned, burying my head in my pillow, and reaching over to fumble with the controls. But the sound didn’t quiet, it got louder. What the hell? I leaned farther to pull the cord out of the wall, and fell out of bed. Unfortunately, the clock and everything else on my nightstand table came tumbling with me.
Oh God! My Blackberry! My now empty glass of water lay next to my sopping wet phone. Panic started to set in as I held the dripping phone in my hand. I was dead. My whole life and Mr. Cullen’s entire schedule was in this thing. I took a deep breath, willing myself to calm down. Maybe it would dry out and be fine, I told myself. Yea right. Because water and expensive electronic devices go so well together.
I silently prayed that I had remembered to back it up before leaving last night. But after remembering the day that I had yesterday, I was almost positive I’d forgotten. My boss, Edward Cullen, had been in a particularly nasty mood, and had spent the majority of his day barking out orders and slamming his door. The man was a first class ass. He had taken over for my previous boss 9 months earlier, and was just as big a dick now as he was the day he started. Usually it didn’t bother me, I hadn’t gotten where I was by having thin skin. But that day I had been wearing my brand new Michael Kors dress, a huge shopping splurge and was feeling particularly good about myself. His tantrum had me ready to hire a hit man by the time 6:00 came around.
I sighed when I realized that I would have to spend my lunch hour getting a new phone. Great. I somehow managed to pull myself out of my internal rambling and get myself ready for the day. Of course the coffee maker died, and my keys had fallen into the couch cushion, but somehow, I managed to make it to my car only running a few minutes behind. That was of course until the accident.
It took almost an hour for me to finally make it past the wreck that was blocking three lanes of traffic, condensing the entire freeway down to one. And by the time I made it to the office, I was officially an hour late. Normally I would have called, but my phone was still at home, lying in a pile of water and tear soaked paper towels at the bottom of my bathroom garbage.
I knew I was going to get hell for this, even though I prided myself on always being at least fifteen minutes early for work, and had never been late once. Until today. Just because he was that much of an asshole.
Mr. Edward Cullen. I rolled my eyes as the name passed through my thoughts; I couldn’t stand the man. He was the most self-righteous, pompous prick I had ever met in my life. I’d listen to all of the other women in the office whisper and giggle about him because even I had to admit, he was drop dead gorgeous. But if you had any common sense, you realized early in life that beauty is only skin deep, and ugly goes straight to the bone. I’d had my fair share of unpleasant men in the past few years; dated a few in high school and college. But this one took the cake. Beautiful bastard.
“Well well, Ms. Swan, and what time is it in your little world today?” he asked in a condescending tone as I stepped into the office. He was standing in the doorway of his own office across the room from me, looking as gorgeous and arrogant as usual. He was about 6’2”, and had a body like a marble sculpture. I had made the mistake of visiting the hotel gym during a convention the first month we worked together, and walked in to find him sweaty and shirtless next to the treadmill. That image was forever burned into my brain. But of course, he had to ruin it by opening his mouth, “It’s nice to see you finally taking an interest in your physical fitness, Ms. Swan.” Asshole. He had a face that any male model would kill for and the most incredible hair I’ve ever seen on a man. Sex hair. That’s what the girl’s downstairs called it, and according to them, it earned its name.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Cullen. There was an accident on the freeway, and I got here as soon as I could. It won’t happen again, sir,” I said in a polite tone with just a hint of bite, even though my fingers were practically twitching with the desire to gouge out those pretty green eyes of his.
“You’re right, it won’t,” he replied with that cocky smile that made my stomach both turn and leap at the same time. If only he would keep his damn mouth shut, he’d be perfect. A piece of duck tape across the mouth would do the trick and then I wouldn’t mind the daydreams I would have about us; in the supply room, on his desk, on my desk, sprawled out on satin sheets…. “And just so you don’t allow this incident to slip your memory, I want that assignment I put on your desk this morning completed and on my desk by six. Then you’re going to make up the hour lost this morning making your presentation in the conference room with me.”
My eyes widened as his voice broke me out of my now long forgotten thoughts, and I watched him turn away without another word, slamming his office door behind him. What. A. Dick. He knew damn well that a presentable ad campaign could not be done in… I looked at my watch. Great, seven and a half hours, if I skipped my lunch. I tossed my purse under my desk and sat down to turn on my computer mumbling under my breath as I opened the file folder on my desk. Well at least it was a simple shoe ad, not too hard to think of a tagline for. But still he’d given me an unrealistic time limit. Have I mentioned lately that my boss is a dick?
As everyone else began filtering out for lunch, I sat at my desk with my coffee and bag of Ritz Bits I’d grabbed from the vending machine on the way back from the ladies’ room. Normally I would bring my lunch or leave with the other assistants to grab something, but time was not on my side today. Just as I was grumbling about malnutrition, I heard the outer office door open. Looking up I smiled as my friend Angela walked in. Angela had worked for Cullen Inc. almost as long as I had. She was sweet and kind and one of my favorite people here. “Ready for lunch, Bella?” she asked, smiling sweetly.
“God, Angela I’m sorry, I know I promised, but this has been the day from hell. There is absolutely no way I can make it.” I looked at her apologetically, as her smile turned into a smirk.
“Day from hell, or boss from hell?” she leaned down and snickered. Angela knew all about Edward “the Dick” Cullen. He was a living legend in this building. No one argued with him if they wanted to keep their job. Hell if I wasn’t so good at my job, I wouldn’t be able dish back half the shit I did.
“You’ve got the last part right,” I replied. Blowing my bangs out of my eyes, I let out a big sigh. “Look I am absolutely swamped. You guys go on ahead without me.”
“But…” She tried to argue.
“Angela, there’s just no way. Even if I work clear till 7, I still don’t think I’ll be able to get this finished in time. I really am sorry and I promise to catch you guys next time.”
“Alright. But don’t you let that prick boss you around. He’s lucky to have you and he knows it. We all know who really holds all the cards here, Bella.” Angela smiled and left the office.
God this was going to be a long day. I noticed for the third time in as many hours my thigh highs had started to slip. I always made it a point to dress impeccably for work. My hair always started up in a stylish twist, although by the end of the day, my curly hair was usually fighting its way free. And thanks to my best friend Alice, my clothes were fashionable, yet professional. She insisted I was made for the “hot secretary” look. So my wardrobe consisted mostly of pencil skirts and feminine blouses and blazers, simple jewelry and of course, again thanks to Alice, the best shoes money could buy. I had always hated wearing heels, but she had taught me that pricier ones tended to be better quality and were more comfortable to wear. I hated to admit it, but she had been right. And my closet was now home to several pairs of sexy designer shoes. The one thing I hated, were my glasses. I always felt like such a dork in them. But contacts never worked for me, and I couldn’t read without them. So Alice had helped me pick the perfect pair that in her words “completed the look”.
As I bent under my desk to try and straighten my hose, I felt someone approach. Not looking up, I spoke, “Look Angela, I told you…” I stopped when I finally glanced up and saw that it wasn’t Angela standing there. My cheeks flushed red and I pulled my skirt back down over my stockings. “I’m sorry Mr. Cullen I…” but he cut me off.
“Miss Swan, since you obviously have time to visit with the other office girls as well as completing the Nike project,” he said as he looked down at me. “I need you to also run down to accounting and retrieve the profit analysis for the third quarter. Do you think you can manage that?”
Did he just say office girl? I sighed heavily and looked down at the heaps of work I still had to do, trying to reign in my temper, then up to him to meet his blazing green eyes. “With all due respect, Mr. Cullen. I am only one person and...”
“It wasn’t a request. That will be all, Miss Swan,” he cut me off, gazing at me for a moment with a clenched jaw, and then turned on his heel to storm back to his office and slammed the door once again.
What the fuck was his problem? Did he really feel it necessary to slam doors behind him? I rolled my eyes and grabbed my blazer from the back of the chair, and began making my way to accounting. When I returned, I knocked on the office door but there was no response. Hmm. Reaching out I turned the knob slightly, locked. The asshole probably stepped out for lunch while leaving me here to do his footwork. I shoved the manila folder through the mail slot in his door roughly, hoping the papers scattered everywhere and he had to get down and sort them himself. Would serve him right. Then again, as an afterthought, I hoped not. Knowing him, he would call me into that hell hole to do it while he watched; taking more time from my already impossible project.
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