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Into the Mystic by 107yearoldvirgin

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5097732/1/Into_the_Mystic

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Bella Swan has a wall up and it's about to come crashing down. Working with Edward Cullen for 3

years, she's never spoken to him, until a new marketing project forces them to interact. Can he crack

her shell?"WTF? Did he just mouth 'semen' ?"

Chapter 1

There were quite a few things that I had learned while working in an office. One: If you walk down

the hall with a piece of paper in your hand, you look like you are working. Even if the paper only

contains a list of items you are intending to bring to a picnic. Two: If you take that paper to your

bosses' office, you can stay and talk to her for at least an hour and people will think you are in a

meeting. Three: Always bring a pad of paper to corporate meetings. Making a list of chores and

shopping items during the tedious hours of monotonous droning, will look like you are taking notes.

That's what I was doing at the moment. Focusing intently on my paper as I made a list of things that

need to be done around my apartment that weekend. I was single. I lived alone.

There's a lot of cleaning to be done by one person, alright?

I scooted closer to the long black table that I was leaning on and flipped my tablet closed in order to

scratch my leg. And that was when I noticed my name being called. Not called, really.

Barked.

Yeah, it was definitely more like barking.

My head instantly snapped up out of my laundry list reverie and I saw every eye in the room on me.

Immediately turning red from head to pointy heeled toe, I tried desperately to bring to consciousness

what Mr. Aro had been talking about for the past 90 minutes.

This was going to be bad. I wasn't even supposed to be here, but my department manager Alice was

away on family business and my direct manager Jane was on vacation in freaking Acapulco. So I was

sitting in the meeting, thinking I was only needed as a warm body.

I should have known better. That prick Aro had it out for me. The Alex P. Keaton looking SOB had a

Napoleon complex that I wouldn't succumb to. So he hated me. And now he was asking me questions

in front of all 20 Executives and managers.

Dammit. Dammit, Bella! Would it have killed you to pay attention for an hour?

Glancing around fervently, I was hoping to make eye contact with a sympathetic soul who would

offer me a clue as to what we were discussing. But I should have known better. Everyone in this

office hated me with a fiery passion. And no one would be nice enough to help. My neck craned to

the left to get a better look at Mr. Aro. I was going to have to wing it and use some corporate buzz

words or something.

And then I saw him. Edward Cullen. He was sitting 2 people closer to me than Aro. And he was

smirking of all things.

Jackass.

I glared at him silently, wishing for his head to implode...when a miracle happened. He mouthed to

me, "semen."

What. The. Eff?

Was he really mouthing "semen?" I blinked twice and was tempted to get out of the whole situation

by calling him out in front of everyone for inappropriate behavior, when I caught sight of the

proposal sitting in the middle of the table.

'Seaman's.'

Oh, god. Right. We were marketing for Seaman's hair gel.

Aro barked my name again. "Bella!"

"Yes, Mr. Aro? Did you want my opinion on the Seaman's account?"

Cullen winked at me as I let a whoosh of air out of my cheeks.

He probably thinks I owe him one, now. Great.

"Bella. If you had been paying closer attention, I wouldn't have to repeat myself so often. It's almost

like you have an impairment...hearing or otherwise." He clicked his teeth together as he talked and it

took all of my might not to cry. I felt the familiar sting start in my right eye and I pressed my fingers

into it to stop the progression. I silently stared back at him and waited for the tirade to continue.

"I was asking everyone to give their ideas behind marketing this particular product. We all realize

how hard it will be to promote a hair gel called Seaman's. Do you have any suggestions? Or did your

managers leave you with no brain when they left?"

I'm smarter than he gives me credit for, but at this exact moment he was right. They had left me

hanging in the proverbial wind. And I was dying. Biting the inside of my lip, I did the only thing I could

think to do. I answered as quickly as possible, "Why should we fight against the name? Look at the

Axe Corporation. They thrive off of innuendo. Maybe we have a market with a younger audience. The

'There's Something About Mary' generation? The same people who laugh at double entendres on TV.

Like the SNL sketch with Baldwin...you know, 'Schwetty Balls'?"

It all came out so fast I wasn't sure I had actually said it. But I did and now it was just laying there like

a pile of verbal diarrhea right on the table. I was screwed.

Time to update the resume, genius. You need a new friggin' job.

There was silence in the room and I tried to hold Aro's eye contact, but Cullen's luminous face kept

slipping into view. I finally gave in and looked straight at him. He was...impressed? Was that the look

he had on his face?

He nodded at Aro and said, "I think she's right. I imagine that there are a lot of people that would

enjoy giving the gift of Seaman's." He snickered a little at his last comment and I couldn't suppress

my giggle, too.

I am so childish like that.

Mr. Aro looked around the room and after a few seconds, asked what the others thought. To my

utter astonishment, they all agreed that it was a good route to take. I couldn't even believe it.

Was this even possible?

Do I get a raise now?

I looked up expectantly and Aro looked defeated. And pissed. I may have just saved the account, but I

was further up on his list for sure.

Maybe I should look online for job openings tonight. Get a head start...

"If everyone else is on board with this incredibly juvenile concept, then we will work with it. Edward,

since you seem so eager to agree with Ms. Swan, I think I'll let you spearhead this project. Let's all

hope you don't fail." He turned abruptly and flung the proposal Edward's way.

And that cocky smile was still on his lips when the papers thwacked down in front of him. He

gathered them up as everyone else was leaving, and got into the line of people exiting the room. This

of course put him directly in front of me.

He held the door open and smiled. "Nice save," he grinned looking down at me. And then he swatted

my arm with the Seaman's proposal and freaking winked at me again. "See you later, Schwetty Balls."

Chapter 2

EPOV

In the last week since Isabella Swan had saved the Seaman's deal, I had taken more notice of her

around the office. She wasn't what I would call shy . She was purposely distant. In fact, other than the

occasional 'hello' in the break room or foyer, she pretty much only talked to Alice and Jane. Jane

more out of obligation, of course. She was Jane's direct report, after all. I mean, there was no way

that she actually enjoyed Jane's company. We had nicknamed her The Migraine because being in her

presence for more than 30 seconds gave you just that. She was physically painful to be around. It

may have been her high pitched voice, or her perfume. The woman made 6 figures; couldn't she buy

something other than J-Lo perfume? It reminded me of burning rubber.

When Bella was in the break room or any open space, she did what she needed to do with an absurd

quickness. I had been watching her from my office while she was in the kitchen, hurriedly making

oatmeal in a coffee cup. Or making coffee and practically almost tripping over herself with the effort

she put into racing back to her cubicle. It would have been immensely funny if I didn't know for a fact

that she did it out of fear and anxiety.

Because it wasn't a coincidence that once she was in the kitchen, our HR director John Caius was in

there too. Making snide comments and reporting back to William Aro what she had been doing for all

of 2 minutes away from her desk. They were trying to break her and were hoping that she would just

quit. But her save of the Seaman's account would at least grant her another month here, much to

their disappointment.

I stared at the proposal and mockups before me. The campaign was coming along nicely, and it didn't

take much for me to reach back to my college level of immaturity to sexualize the product.

Who was I kidding? I would probably never rise above that level of immaturity.

I picked up the phone to dial the receptionist. "Heidi? Can you patch me through to Emmett's cell

phone? I think he's in LA."

As I waited for the connection, I saw Bella pass by my office. Head down, holding a lone sheet of

paper and a pen like always. I smiled knowing that the paper was just for show. She was going to talk

to Alice and they probably wouldn't emerge for an hour or so. I may have been the only one to

notice, but probably not.

Just another thing to make Management hate her.

The phone was ringing through, and going directly to voicemail. I was thinking of something snarky to

leave on my best friend's voicemail, when a shriek interrupted my thoughts. Clearly, as though she

were in my very own office, I heard Bella scream, "He said WHAT?"

BPOV

Alice was eying me incredulously, and shaking her little spiky haired head. Turning a thumb sideways,

she pointedly reminded me, "Thin walls, B."

I was on the verge of a full blown panic attack. Alice had just informed me that there had been

another complaint about me from the Executives. This time it was for making oatmeal in the kitchen

for breakfast. "Last week I got reprimanded for bringing my breakfast to work. Now I can't even make

it here?"

Alice nodded her head in understanding. "The kicker was that I was eating oatmeal in here when he

came by to tell me. Caius said you were in there for an 'exorbitant' amount of time this morning."

Finger quotes. Ugh.

"Two minutes is too long for him? I made a new pot of coffee for his ungrateful ass!" My stomach

was in knots and I wished that I had somewhere else to go. Somewhere else to work. Somewhere

else to live, if that's what it took.

Maybe I could join The Army?

"He said that no one else eats their breakfast here and that it is hindering you from starting your

day." A little laugh escaped her lips. "We all know that's not true, but honestly, Bella? How am I

supposed to defend that? I guess you'll just have to lay even lower than you have been. If that's even

possible." She paused and looked at me with a concern on her face that made me want to fall apart

right there. "Are you going to be okay?"

I stared at her for a second. I loved this woman with all of my heart. It was killing me to stay, but I did

because of her. Because if she stayed, I stayed. She was the best boss I have ever had. And one of the

best friends I could ever ask for. And as she sat behind her big faux oak desk, her slight frame pushed

forward in concern, the spiky hair atop her head swaying as she shook it, deep green eyes pleading

with me...I knew I had to stay.

"I'll be fine." Choking back tears, I let the lie fall from my lips. "Will there be anything else?"

She let her lips turn up into an unsatisfied smile and said meekly, "Aro wants you to help plan the

Christmas party." She stopped speaking and let the words sink in.

"But you plan parties," I stammered. "Not me!"

She nodded again and said that she would help. And by help, she meant she would do all of the work

in order to make it easier on me. I sighed in resignation.

"Great. Just another opportunity to fail." I took the instructions for the festivities and rose from my

seat. "I'll be leaving for lunch. I really have to get out of here today."

She said she understood and explained that she would be going to lunch with Jasper. In secret, of

course. After all, no one other I knew that she was secretly dating the temp. And they snuck off each

day to get 'lunch' while I tried to find an obscure place to eat my food. I usually brought my leftovers

from the dinner that I made every night for one. And since I only knew how to cook for two, given

that I did all of the cooking for my respective parents growing up, Alice always had my leftovers the

next day. Today IhadsautéedchickenandgarlicpastaButIguessIcouldalwayssaveitfortonight

Leftovers again. Awesome.

I opened her door and hurried as fast as possible down the hallway to my small 8x10 cubicle. Once in

the safety of my 3 walls, I snatched my iPod up and shoved the ear buds in. Scrolling through the

lists, I hit play and listened as Hayley's voice washed over me. The pounding beat of Paramore's

Conspiracy took over my consciousness as I focused on the task at hand: Christmas Party.

As she reached the chorus,

Explain to me

This conspiracy against me

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