As I was walking towards the back of the lobby to reach the elevators, that is when I first saw him. He had just gotten off of one of the many elevators and was walking across the lobby. And by him I mean World Champion American swimmer Edward Cullen. I knew him well. Well, I had seem him on T.V. many times, I think the entire world knew who he was. He’s tall, well over six feet of pure muscle and perfection. Really, he seemed to be perfect (at least to me). His reddish-brown hair was beautiful, and going in all directions. He had to keep running his fingers through it to keep it out of his face, which drew even more attention to it. Even in his baggy pants and jacket (that looked like they were for running or working out) you could tell how well build he was. They say he was born to be a swimmer, built for it. His broad shoulders and perfectly muscled chest and arms made me wonder why he ever bothered to put a shirt on.

As he walked past me our eyes met for just a second or two. His soft green eyes and my bland brown eyes. Everything about him seemed so tough. That is why I found it so odd that is eyes would be so soft and kind. It threw me off for a second. He had walked past me in a blink of an eye, and I continued toward the elevators. If this job was just going to be hanging around with people like him for a few weeks, I was not complaining.

I made my way down the 5th floor hallway, and I found the meeting room with ease. It was a very large circular room, with about a dozen tables that seemed to be mostly filled at this point. I slowly made my way around to the other side to where there were a few tables that still had a few open seats. I sat down at one and looked around the spacious room. Most of the people seemed to be around my age, maybe a bit older. That comforted me a bit; knowing that I would have people my age to get to know. I only saw a few older people, who seemed to be in their forties and fifties.