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Epilogue BPOV
I'd just gotten out of Coop and opened the door to my office. The
typical So-Cal afternoon of mostly clear blue skies and bright sunshine
greeted me.
I didn't give two fucks.
My career had been going extraordinarily well. I managed to rock this
working mommy thing like a fucking pro. Who knew I could be a the
hottest property on the set scene with spit up on my shoulder and a
poop-filled diaper in my purse?
Of course, that was a while ago now. Tris just turned four a few months
ago and I'd been running my own office and had my name on multiple
films as lead designer. Last year, I was nominated for a Globe for a
historical biopic. Talk about some crazy shit.
"Now I'm that bitch," Pita sang, "yeah, look at me now."
I think Edward was more upset than I was when I didn't win.
It made me angry that I was thinking about him, but I didn't have time
to focus on it.
I was on a call with a epic fail courier service. I walked through the
entrance and and past my assistant without a glance.
"Epic fail? Did we fall back into 2010?" Pita questioned shaking her
head.
I was listening to the girl on the other end of call shuffle things around
and mumble to someone before she spoke again. "Mrs. Cullen?"
I flinched. That wasn't my fucking name. I knew there was a fucking
reason I hyphenated.
The whiny, nasally bitch continued. "Roslyn is out, but I can assure you
that the dress will be found."
I gripped the phone. Hoping I wouldn't burn my fingerprints into the
side. My jaw was locked and my body was thoroughly tense. "Found?"
Pita pulled on a black robe and a white collar."Our Father in heaven,
hallowed be your name..."
"It's too late to pray. Her name is already mud," Tulip informed. "Bend
over and kiss your cooter goodbye, sweet cheeks."
"What the fuck do you mean found?" I was spiting each word through
the phone, nearly one syllable at a time.
"Bella?"
I heard my name but I didn't have time to dick with anyone right then. I
had a much bigger bitch
to flambe. My ability to deal with stupid was lessening every second I
was on the fucking phone. I
didn't tolerate bullshit, especially not for such an important shipment. I
trusted the dress my assistant
designer and I took nearly two months to create would arrive to the set
when they said it would.
I should've known not to trust anyone to deliver clothes. No one had
the sense of commitment I did.
"Delivering a suit to your hot husband once upon a time, doesn't make
you an pro," Pita commented.
"I haven't seen my husband since she got into a fight with hers," Tulip
sniveled. "It's been two months and twelve days."
"Are you fucking kidding me with this?" I barked into the phone. "Where
is my dress? It needed to go from point A to point B! It is supposed to
be on a set in Vancouver tomorrow! Tomorrow!"
I enunciated each syllable of tomorrow to the courier service bitch on
the other end.
The assistant stuttered a few unintelligible things before she
composed. "I'm sure it's just been misplaced uh, Ma'am..?"
"Ma'am!? Holy fuck. I already feel old. This bitch didn't have to get
nasty about it," Pita griped and started slathering on wrinkle cream.
I was pacing across the expanse of my artfully decorated office,
carefully avoiding all the pictures of Edward and I. Instead, I focused on
the pictures of my son. My favorite was the one from last year when we
went to Washington to visit my parents. He was sitting on Rocket's
hood and mini-Edward smile was plastered across his face.
As cute as his little mug was, it wasn't distracting enough.
"Excuse me?" I balked and tried not to crush my fourth phone in as
many months. I couldn't focus on the age slight because my entire
career was about to fall through the cracks if this main costume didn't
make it to Vancouver in eighteen hours.
"Listen, you fucking useless, career sabotaging..."
My phone was immediately snatched away and a very frightened
looking woman stood cowering in front of me. She was blonde and
maybe a little over five feet tall, she was my fifth assistant in three
months.
And by far the most useless waste of sperm on the God forsaken
planet.
"You said if you appeared homicidal...that I should..uh take you're
phone and..uh...hide..."
I narrowed my eyes and clenched my fists. I took a deep breath, and
then another before I spoke. "You fucking forgot the hide part, Sophie!"
"Uh..um..."
"Why the fuck did we hire this bitch again?" Pita lamented. "She's got
less sense than a fucking melon baller."
"That's an insult to melon ballers everywhere. Hell that's an insult to
balls in general. I know sperm with more sense than that halfwit." Tulip
mused.
"That's the sperm that won. That's the scary part," Pita added.

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