My mind was running a mile a minute, going over my to-do list. I didn't know what would happen, but I felt that today was something big. Since I was little, I have had these feelings, some good, some bad, but always coming true. Today's feeling was confusing. At one moment, something horrible was going to happen, but then it turned into something extraordinary.

The subway car's brake screeched, and I glanced up to see I was at my stop. You could always tell the tourists from those who lived here. While we New Yorkers know where we are going and don't waste any time exiting the car and towards the stairs. Tourists exited slowly and stopped in the middle of the exit to look at everything around them. Did they not know that images on the wall are nothing but graffiti? If they want to see art, there are hundreds of museums in the city. Dodging around two women taking pictures of the graffiti, I headed to the stairs.

Adjusting the bag, which held everything I needed to get through my day, I ran up to the street level. As soon as I emerge, the oppressive heat hits me in the face. Damn, I was going to be a sweaty mess before I got to the office.

This was one of the hottest springs I could ever remember. New York was filled with transplants from other parts of the country and world looking for the American dream. I can proudly say I am a true New Yorker, born and raised. For generations, my family has lived in New York. I couldn't help but smile at how my parents supported me in anything I wanted to do. When my body decided to blossom, my parents were my biggest champion. They helped me see that there was nothing wrong with having curves.

Looking ahead, I see my favorite boutique. Dangerous Curves was owned by a kickass woman whom I have the pleasure of calling a friend. Slowing my pace, I stopped in front of the large window and waved at Rose, who was putting a sexy dress on the mannequin. If those tourists hadn't held me up, I would have had a few moments to go in, but being late was something I never did. Unlike almost seventy-five percent of the people working at Newton Holdings, I never spent a day in college. It was something I didn't feel like I needed to do a job. Blessed with a strong work ethic and common sense, I have excelled in every job I have had. I started out at Newton Holdings in the mailroom and worked my way up to executive assistant to the COO of the company. Michael Newton is the son of the CEO of the company and a complete idiot. He spends most of his days in chat rooms with women and viewing porn while I do his work. His father has no clue what his worthless son is doing all day. The good morale of the employees and that we are fully staffed was because of me.

Before opening the door, I take a deep breath and chant to myself. "Please let it be a good feeling." Pulling the door open, I stepped inside and walked towards the security guard.

"Demetri, good morning."

"Hey, sexy Bella. You are looking hot today."

"Maybe because it is already seventy-five degrees out," I say with a laugh, knowing what he meant. Demetri is a great guy but hits on anything in a skirt. I didn't have time for that foolishness. "Got to get to my desk. See you later, Demetri."

I rush over to the bank of elevators and duck in before the door closed. "Wow, that was close," I say before looking around. Instead of the full elevator, there was only one guy. No, this was not just a guy. This was a man. He was at least six foot three, with broad shoulders encased in an expensive navy blue suit jacket. He wore a crisp white shirt, blue silk tie, silver cufflinks, and expensive Italian leather shoes. Over the years of hanging out with Rose, my knowledge of clothing has expanded. There was nothing he was wearing that wasn't top-of-the-line. Looking up, I see a little bit of grey at his temples and a few creases on the corners of his eyes. When he turned his face towards me, I saw the sexiest pair of emerald green eyes I had ever seen. The intensity of his gaze sent a shiver through my body, straight to my core. Just as I was about to say something, the elevator doors opened. He turned his gaze from me and exited without a second glance. Shrugging my shoulders, I followed him out and turned towards my desk. I knew a man like that probably had a wife or a model girlfriend. Oh well, I need to focus if I wanted to get everything on my list done. Sitting down in my chair, I pulled off my sneakers and put on my heels. Placing my bag in the empty desk drawer, I started up my computer. Entering my login and password, I waited for its desktop to open up. However, instead of my beautiful image of the Italian countryside, it was an error message. ACCESS DENIED.

"What the hell," I growl. Entering the login and password once again, but still got the same message. My phone started ringing when I was about to call the IT department.

"Bella Swan."

"Bella, we have a major problem. No one can log in to their computers," Ben says.

"No one?"

"Yeah. It is like someone changed the entire system entry codes. Even my login doesn't work," Ben explains.

"Let me see what I can find out, and I will call you back."

The next hour, I made contact with the other departments to see if they had any answers. I left my desk and went down to the IT department to see if there were any updates, but Ben didn't have any new clues to the problem. After using the bathroom, I returned to my desk to hear the screaming coming from Mike's office.

"DAD, YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS!" Mike screams from his office. Suddenly, the door opens, and Mr. Newton walks out, his shoulders hunched over. When he sees me, he gives me a half-hearted smile.

"Bella, I need you to message all the managers and have them meet me in the conference room immediately," he instructs.

"Mr. Newton, is everything alright?"

"Bella, I'm sorry," he says and walks away.