Bella Swan.

“But Sir!” I argued, “I already have one too many models under my wing! There’s no way I can manage another one without neglecting the ones I already have!”

Mr. Hale, the president of Twilight Runway, continued to smile at me, and I frowned. This old man had no intention of accepting my request.

“I’m sorry, Bella,” he said, “But this is an important break for the company. Cullen-McCarthy enterprise is an extremely well-rounded and prestigious company. The president personally came to me and asked that his son receive management from our most prominent manager… and that is definitely you!”

I scowled. If he thought that flattery would win me over, then he was terribly mistaken.

“And what of my current models?” I asked, skeptically.

He stared at me for a bit longer, and then reasoned, “We can transfer two of your models to one of our other managers,” when I raised my eye brows in disbelief, he continued, “Of course, you are free to keep Jacob Black. I don’t think you have another choice, since I assume he would quit modeling if he were transferred to the care of someone else.” I glared at him as he chuckled.

“You will have the privilege of deciding on which models you want to drop, of course. But that is really the most I can do.”

After glowering at Mr. Hale for nearly a minute, I sighed in defeat. I knew I never had a chance of winning against him.

“That’s great, Bella,” he beamed, suddenly pulling a large yellow folder from his desk, “I knew I could count on you!”

I sighed again, and reached over to obtain the blue folder that he held behind his fingers. “If he wasn’t my boss…” I thought bitterly, flipping open the dark cover. I flipped through its contents grudgingly, until I reached the section that I was most eager to see: His photo’s.

“Oh!” I gasped, unintentionally, staring at the beautiful face and figure of the man in the pictures.

“He’s gorgeous, isn’t he?” Mr. Hale exclaimed, obviously pleased by surprised reaction, “He’s only a beginner…but I’m sure that you can bring out his talent and make him sell, somehow.”

I almost nodded, until his words finally settled.