Disclaimer: No Twilight copyright infringement is intended. Stephanie Meyer owns all.

"Isabella, are you finished with that DRP report?" My supervisor Victoria asked for the third time today.

"No, Ms. Brand. But I'm just about finished." I quickly answered her without looking away from my computer screen.

She leaned against my cubicle while tapping her acrylic nails on my desk. "Well, Ms. Swan you need to be a more efficient worker if you think you can get that promotion."

She knew she had my attention when she made that statement. I took my eyes away from my computer screen. "Ms. Brand, you just dropped that report on my desk this morning and I'm also working on that major presentation with Ms. Weber."

"Ms. Swan, I never hear any complaints from Ms. Tanner about workload and she's up for that position also. Maybe she wants it more than you. Maybe you're not ready for this type of pressure, huh Ms. Swan."

I couldn't believe she was doing this to me. I hate this woman with a passion. "I don't mean to complain and of course I'm ready for whatever task that is given to me. The DRP report will be on your desk in an hour, Ms. Brand."

"Very well Ms. Swan." She said curtly as she flipped her curly red hair over her shoulder. She walked off and her dreadful perfume scent still lingered in my cubicle.

I've been working for Chase & Thornton in Port Angeles for three years as an Accountant Clerk. And I've been overlooked too many times. I've been very devoted to this job; I always meet my deadlines, I hardly ever call in sick, and I even volunteer to help others with their work. Some of the excuses I've received as to why I didn't get the promotion were, "Oh Ms. Swan we feel you're not ready for this position, so that's why we had to give it to Jeff." I knew that was a sack of shit because Jeff was the manager's frat brother in college as the reason he was hired. But, too bad for them Jeff was fired two months later for having a porn collection on his computer that can rival Hustler's archive collection. So, after he was fired I just knew I had my opportunity for the Accountant I position. Nope, not true at all. They had another excuse for me and this time it was, "Well Ms. Swan we're on bit of a hiring freeze because of the economy, so we're currently not hiring for any new positions." Fuck. My. Life.

That was one year ago. And just recently human resources reopened that position and maybe my bad luck streak has ended. I really need that job because a higher salary means I can finally purchase a home. Until then I will sip my cold coffee and finish this report for Ms. Victoria Bitchface Brand.

I diligently worked on the DRP report and double checked to make sure it was perfection before presenting it to Bitchface. I should seriously stop calling her that. I checked the time and it was 4:15p.m. which meant in 45 minutes I would be free to go home. I picked up the report to take it to Victoria's office and her door was slightly ajar, however, I tapped on the door.

"Come in!" Victoria snapped.

She was sitting in her office chair with her back towards me.

"Ms. Brand, here's the completed DRP report."

She whipped her leather chair around to face me. "Well…Mrs. Turtle I'm glad you've finally completed the report."

I was biting my bottom lip so fiercely to I almost tasted blood. "Is that all you need Ms. Brand?" I just wanted to keep this short swe- and who am I kidding, I knew it could never be short and sweet when it comes to Bitchface.

"Did you include the general ledger report?" She asked.

"Yes."

"What about the monthly report?

"Month ending close report is completed along with the balance sheet account analysis." Bitchface.

"Very well then, you're excused Ms. Swan." She said while scanning over my report for mistakes she will not find. And just as I was about to walk off…

"Oh…Ms. Swan, I was in a meeting with management and they've decided for that Accountant position, they want to hire externally and not internally. We would like to see whether someone outside the company will be more qualified for the position first."

Are these people fucking serious? I cannot believe this shit. I feel like screaming. I feel as if I could jump across that woman's desk and seriously choke the shit out of her, but…

"Okay. Glad you let me know Ms. Brand." And I walked off before she could reopen her Bitchface any further.

I didn't know what to do with myself after leaving her office. I was fuming inside and I felt like I needed to hit something. Maybe I should walk outside for a break. Nah…sometimes the smokers outside get too chatty and I am not in the mood for conversation. I thought about the break room, but as I passed by I saw Mike Newton was in there. And I am definitely not in the mood for his fucking harassment. I only have thirty minutes left in my day and I totally felt like going home but I knew I couldn't, so I settled for just sitting at my desk and sulking. I could just post my resume on more job sites but I didn't have the drive for it any longer. I feel like such a loser. Then my phone chirped on my desk alerting me that I had a text message.

Alice: What up b*tch?

Bella: Don't call me that…what do u want?

Alice: What crawled up ur ass?

Bella: It's Bitchface and I feel like complete crap right now.

Alice: Do you want me to come downtown and beat the shit out of her or put sugar in her gas tank?

I couldn't help but to chuckle because I couldn't imagine Alice beating Victoria.

Bella: SMH….I'm sorry Al but I don't think your little ass can take on Bitchface. But thanks for the sentiment.

Alice: You seriously don't know the damage I could cause! I would have that Firecrotch begging me for mercy.

Bella: NO Al!

Alice: What about the sugar in her gas tank?

Bella: No Al…although she really love her precious lil Porche

Alice: Then its settled

Bella: NO!

Alice: Just shittin ya Swan…chill out…geez

Bella: What do you want?

Alice: Anywho….Wanna meet up at AppleBee's?

Bella: Nah…not really. And what's up with you and that place anyway?

Alice: AppleBee's cool…plus waiters hook me up with free drinks and potato skins. Ya coming?

Bella: Sure…im depressed anyway.

Alice: Well...dont bring your depressin shit to AB's.

Bella: AB's seriously?

Alice: Whatevas chick…Meet ya there at 530. I'll ask Rose 2.

Bella: K

Surprisingly, when I looked at the time on my computer it was 4:57p.m. and I started packing my things. I couldn't get out of that building fast enough and when I made it in my car I breathe a sigh of relief. Damn…I wished it was Friday, but at least it was Thursday and I only have one more day left of the work week. Alice and I have been friends since college. We met each other in the laundry room at our dorm and we bonded by talking shit about our dumb ass roommates. She had a roommate that would sit in the middle of her bed at night and just stare at Alice while she slept. Alice asked her why she would do that and she simply told her, "I like looking at your pouty lips while you sleep." I shudder just thinking about that Creeper. I had a roommate of a very different variety…the dirty variety. My roommate only showered once a week, if that. Alice and I use to call her Jenny Hotdog because she smelled like a hotdog. She smelled like a musty hotdog with all of the toppings like mustard, onions, sauerkraut, relish, cheese, and of course chili. And the crazy thing was that she wore skimpy clothing and went out with a lot of guys! Seriously….what kind of guy would want to get up in that cooch. If she opened her legs I'm pretty sure the guy would go into a coma; but I digress.

I pulled up at AppleBee's and Alice was already standing in the parking lot leaning against her car texting.

"What up bitch?" Alice said while putting her cell phone into her purse.

"Alice, what I told you about calling me that."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Do you still have that stick up your ass or do we have to walk straight into the restroom so I can pull it out?"

"Where's Rose?" I changed the subject.

"She said she's on her way, but let's go inside and get a table."

As soon as we walked into the restaurant the hostess greeted us or should I say greeted Alice. "Hey Alice…how you're doing?"

"Hey Candace I'm great! Just trying to cheer up my friend here 'cause she had a rough day at work. Could you hook us up with a booth?"

"Sure thing. Your favorite booth is available; ladies just follow me."

We followed Candace, the happy bouncy blonde to our booth, "Here ya go girls; a server will be with you in a minute."

"Thanks Candace." Alice responded.

"You have a special booth…seriously Alice?" I looked at her strangely.

"Hey…I love this place and what's the harm in that?" She asked.

"I guess there's none Alice, but it's just an odd choice that's all." I said while giving her another speculative look.

At that moment the waiter came to our booth with our menus. "Hi ladies my name is Riley and I will be your server this evening. Would you like to start with a beverage?"

Alice responded before I could attempt to think of what I wanted, "Yes Riley my friend here wants a Long Island Iced Tea and I will have my usual."

"Okay, so that will be a Long Island for your friend and the Perfect Margarita for you?" He replied.

"Yep….oh and add a pomegranate martini for our other friend whose on the way and potato skins," Alice requested. "Thanks Riley."

"No prob Alice," he replied with a wink and then walked off.

I slammed my menu down. "Something is totally not right here. Why in the hell everyone knows your name here? And do not shit around with me either Alice!" I was getting tired of her skirting around my questions. I know Alice and I know she doesn't come to Applebee's a lot simply because she loves there potato skins and margaritas. Okay….I know they have good potato skins but something is going on. She has dined at the finest restaurants and now all of the sudden this restaurant is her favorite. I gave my little friend the stare down as I waited for a response. I know I'm being tough on her but I do not like being left in the dark when she knows every single detail about my life.

Alice just paused and tilted her head to the side like a cute little puppy. She is only five feet tall but she's really frank and tough. With her short spiky hair and big gray dough eyes you would think otherwise. "Well….Bella I see you're impatient but the reason I come to AppleBe-"

"Hey bitches…could one of you slide over so I could sit down?" Rose surprised us both with her arrival because we didn't see her walk over. I slid over so that she could sit down beside me and she placed her big red Prada bag in between us and sat down.

"Why in the hell are we eating at AppleBee's?" Rose asked while looking at my menu.

"Rose that is such a great question, because I've been asking Ms. Brandon that same question all evening and she was just about to answer it just when you arrived."

Riley arrived with our drinks. "Are you ladies ready to place your orders?"

"Not yet Riley, could you give us a minute?" Alice replied.

"Okay." Riley walked off.

"You ladies are such snobs. And what is wrong with this place?" Alice asked.

Rose and I just looked at each other. Rose responded, "Nothing at all, but it doesn't seem like your taste Tinkerbell."

Alice rolled her eyes, "Fine so you're on to me but I do like their margaritas!"

"Get to the point!" I snapped. She huffed.

"I met someone and I know he's the one and I'm falling for him hard. We met down the street at the gas station and we hit if off instantly and I really want you two to meet him and like him because you two are so important to me and he's so important to me also. And he's so beautiful both inside and out and-

I had to stop her. "Alice, that's great and you know we're happy for you but what does that have to do with Applebee's?"

"Oh….he owns this place. And I brought you two here to ask whether you like to meet him at his vacation cabin this weekend along with his two friends?"

A/N - Do you have a college roommate horror story?

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