This is a fic that got into my head a while back, it's pretty short so it should be done in a few weeks, that is if my teachers don't give me a load of homework like last year. Hopefully, it won't be like that this time.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Twilight, all credit goes to Stephenie Meyer.

Summary: Bella Swan gets a job a the new vice-president of a famous firm. There she meets Rosalie Hale, a hot blonde woman that catches her eye almost immediately. Warning: F\F. OOC.

You know that feeling when you get into the bus and everybody stares at you like you just killed somebody? Yeah, I was feeling that when I had my first day of work. As soon as I got inside the fairly new building, everybody started to whisper and point at me. I mean, why the hell does people do that? It's like I am not even here, in front of their eyes and staring back at them. Idiots. I rolled my eyes and laced my fingers with my hair, a nervous habit I had since childhood. I took a deep breath and walked calmly towards the elevator, still feeling their eyes on my neck.

I took a minute to steady my heart. I wasn't scared though, I was thrilled about this. I had gotten a really good job in one of the most recognized companies in the world, Toncom. Don't let the name misguide you, Toncom is one of the most powerful business companies around the Globe. Which leads me to all the drama I'm going through. I was chosen as the new vice-president of this very important firm, not only because I knew people but also for my studies and performance in other companies.

The elevator stopped on my floor and I went to my office, near the conference room -yes, I had a map-. I took some papers out of my briefcase and placed them carefully on top of my desk. I stood there for two minutes, trying to get more accustomed to this new sensation of... power.

"I have my own desk" I said to myself disbelievingly. "And a view." I looked through the giant glass of a wall behind my beautiful, new and really shiny desk. Did I mention it's shiny?

"Should I come back later and tell you about the new, hot secretary that comes with the pack?" a voice spoke behind me. As in behind me.

I turned my head from the nice view and found a much better one. In front of me was probably the hottest woman on Earth. Can't say universe because I've never been there, so I can't compare her to something I have no acknowledge of. She was shaped like a model, but her eyes showed real intelligence and wit. Her curly, blonde hair was tied up in a bun, though some locks fell on the right side of her beautiful shaped face. She hugged a folder with her left hand to her side and with the other caressed my... abs. What?

"Ummm. What are you doing?" I took the not so offending hand off my stomach and placed it on the folder, next to her other one.

"Me? I was just saying hello." she said casually, a little smirk in display. I smirked back to her and folded my arms over my stomach to test the waters.

"To who? Me or my abs?" it worked like charm. She looked discreetly at my stomach and licked her lips subtly.

"Well, your abs are a part of you right?" she flirted confidently. I just smiled and looked at the folder in her arms.

"Is that mine?" she looked down at the folder and then back at me.

"No, this is for president Newton. His last attempt of working was an utter disaster so now I'm picking up his mess." I raised an eyebrow at her.

"So you're not my hot secretary? Well that's a bummer, isn't it?" I revealed my English accent, something I usually used to get someone in my bed.

"I just insulted your boss and the first thing that comes into your mind is that I'm not going to be your secretary?" I laughed heartedly and she chuckled at me and swatted my arm playfully. "Nice faked accent by the way, sounds pretty convincing." I shook my head and smiled.

"It is not fake. I was born and raised in England." Her eyes widened slightly at my statement.

"Then what are you doing in the other side of the world?" she asked curiously.

"Me?" I took my watch out of my pocket and stared at it. "I'm talking with a hot secretary who apparently has a silver tongue and a slight distaste for her boss." I put the little clock inside my pocket as I smiled cheekily.

"Why the clock?" she asked.

"Why not?" I answered.

That was the first meeting between Rosalie Lillian Hale and me, simple and plain Isabella Swan -Bella I prefer-. We spent the next weeks flirting left and right, but no one dared to make the first move.

She was my secretary after all.

It would seem as something very unprofessional. The relationship between the vice-president and her secretary. I can almost see the newspapers flying around with the news on the first page. Scandal: new vice-president of Toncom and her secretary caught in affair! Okay, maybe not exactly like that, but I'm betting half my salary that 'Toncom' and 'secretary' would certainly appear, because that's what the media lives for. Gossip and badly spread rumors.

But I can't say we've been secretive about this whole thing. Too often Rosalie would receive flowers and I would be there to see her face once she got them from her 'secret admirer'. She would then laugh softly and put the scented car inside her purse without even looking at me. Later I would receive a ton of paper work with a card on top of them. The card would never have a name, just a kiss marked with bright crimson lipstick.

This became our little ritual for the first three months. Bit by bit we learned more about the other. We both dislike the current president, Michael Newton, who can't even tie his shoes correctly. We like lilacs more than roses and hate Valentine's day. Why express your feelings once a year when you can do it every day? We absolutely love the Looney Tones, but while she's more into Bugs Bunny I am a fan of Daffy Duck. She's a 'Law and Order' fan and I find it rather boring. I'm more into the 'Friends' kind of series.

Soon I learned that she doesn't act like this with everybody. She's called many mean names, especially when I'm around. I am almost sure they want me to tell her every new nickname they come up with. Iceberg and Ice- Queen must be the nicest ones I've heard through the entire time I've been here. There was this guy once that made the terrible mistake to call her FrozenPussy in front of me. The dumbass must have thought it would be funny to joke around me like that. Well, he didn't see his resign papers coming that's for sure.

Rosalie suffered a lot because of those nicknames. She acts like she doesn't care about those 'little things' as she calls it. But I can tell that she's actually wounded by that. She even explained to me that the reason behind that bulling is only because she won't sleep with the guys that come after her like dogs in heat. She's trapped; if she refuses she's labeled as some kind of frivolous bitch, but if she sleeps with at least one guy the women and men here will call her a slut. That's the high price you pay in the big firms when you're the secretary of the two most important people in the building.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked me through the speaker. I could almost see the bored look she ports when she's got no more work to do.

"It is a nice view." I remarked the words I said when I first met her.

I heard soft laughing from the speaker "At least you actually have a view. I'm trapped here in the middle of this dirty hallway between your office and the president's." she made a sound as I chuckled "I can see some ketchup stuck in the wall. That man has no manners to eat." she started to complain about Newton again, and even if she was a little overreacting most of the things she said where actually true. Like the ketchup thing.

I stood from my desk, completely ignoring all the paperwork I had on it. My feet took me swiftly to the door and I opened it slowly enough to not make any sound. I took a peek at the hallway and, effectively, Rose was sitting on her chair, chewing on her lip as she ranted about our boss, never noticing that I wasn't answering her words. She gets a little carried away sometimes.

I tip toed towards her. Her back was facing me so it should be easy to take her by surprise. I looked around to make sure nobody was near us to see what I was about to do.

"... idiot. He isn't even-" I put my hands on her eyes and she shut up at the interruption. I blew her ear and she sighed frustrated... That wasn't what I've been looking for.

"Rose?" she gasped and turned her head to me with her eyes slightly widened.

"Bella! I-What are you doing here?" I looked at her weirdly. "Weren't you on the phone?" she chewed her lips again and I saw her start playing with her fingers. I recognized this as her own nervous habit.

"Yes, but now I'm not. Care to explain that little something that happened before?" I crossed my arms and looked down at her. She looked sideways, as if looking for something to get her out of this.

"I-It was nothing. You just took me by surprise, that's all." I may be thick headed sometimes, but now is not one of those times.

"Rose." I warned her in a tone that left no room for discussion. She sighed frustrated again and ran a hand over her beautiful face.

"I told you Bella. It's nothing to be worried about." I was getting impatient with all this, but by the slightly angry voice she was porting I decided to leave things this way. I kissed her shoulder softly and walked away without looking back to see her reaction.

The next month passed at a painfully slow rate. Rose and I couldn't even look at each other but this situation wasn't only for the kiss. She was tense around me all the time and avoided my gaze in many occasions. I was getting tired of this game. I wanted to talk to my friend without a forced smile. I wanted my Rose back.

I finished signing the last papers on my desk and called Rose to pick the up. We were doing bad in business lately, president Newton couldn't come up with something to get us out of this mess we were stuck in. In fact, he was the principal cause to all our financial problems. The stupid idiot had to get carried away with our principal supplier's daughter. It seems like he... misinterpreted the woman signs of 'get you fucking hand off my ass' and took it as a 'yes, keep going'. Now I was stuck with his work, trying to convince the supplier and his daughter to forget this little incident.

"Miss Swan? I'm here to pick up the files." Miss Swan... Is that what she's gonna call me now? Fine then, two can play this game.

"Take them and leave Miss Hale. You have the rest of the day off." I didn't even spare her a glance but I could make a wince out with the corner of my eye. I felt guilty and childish. Even if she was the one who started all this I had no right to treat her like... like... Your secretary?

When Rosalie left I realized that this was supposed to be the way we should behave. Not like friends, and certainly nothing more than that. All this time I treated her as I treat my best friends. And while that's okay, I didn't treat the rest of the people here like I treated Rosalie. But I still don't care. I like her dammit!

I... Like her?

"Miss Swan?" a voice came from the speaker, but it wasn't Rosalie's voice. I frowned my eyebrows, confused. No matter how much Rosalie didn't talk to me, there was no reason to abandon her position.

I pressed the button and spoke "Who is this?" I heard some shuffle on the other side of the line. Whoever that was, he was touching Rosalie's papers and I didn't like it one bit.

He coughed "I'm James Anderson." I drummed my fingers on the desk, waiting for him to say something... besides the name.

"And?" I was getting impatient. Where was Rosalie?

"I'm your new secretary."

What!

"Where is she?" I asked Newton as calmly as I could. He stopped playing with his Rubik cube to look at me absentmindedly, bloody idiot. He can't even finish one single face! I finished the whole thing when I was ten and he gets to be my boss? Might as well put a goldfish in a suit and sit it on his luxurious chair.

"Who?"

"Ro- Miss Hale. Where is she?" I was getting really impatient with this guy.

"Oh, her." he grumbled out as if her name was the worst thing in the world. I fisted my hands on my sides and gritted my teeth. How dare he?

"Yes, her. What happened to her?" he put his cube on his desk.

"I fired her."

Hold it.

"What! Why would you do that?" I almost yelled at him. Instead I made it look as if I was confused by all this. Which I was, but that's not the point here.

He smiled. "She didn't fulfill her duties correctly." Now that's a load of bullshit. She was probably the most efficient worker in this entire building. She didn't even take a damn break for coffee!

"How so? Last time I checked her work it was just fine." I crossed my arms over my stomach. His smile faltered and a glare made it's presence known.

"Don't you dare to take that tone with me Miss Swan. Now turn around, walk away and next time remember who's the boss here." my inner voice roared at his voice. The little... Did he really think he was superior just because he was my employer? I could get a job a many other places that are better than this. I graduated in bloody Oxford! He got here because of his grandfather, who couldn't keep working due to his age. I got this job with an interview and hard work!

I decided to take the wisest choice.

"I quit" I turned around and walked to my office. Screw the desk. Screw the damn view. And screw that knobhead Michael Newton. I just want my Rosie back.

I heard screaming behind me, probably my ex-boss throwing a tantrum like the child he is. I wish him good luck finding someone as good as Rose and I to do his work. On second thought, no, I don't wish him any luck. And I sincerely hope his parts get caught in between the zipper.

Now. What happened to Rosalie?

Yes, what happened to Rosalie? I hope this is of your liking. I added a little more drama that what I'm accustomed to.

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