Little Edward

Chapter Thirty

Author's Note: Do you guys even read my author notes? If you do, comment "pacman" in the comments. I guess I'll find out who actually reads them. Without any further ado, CHAPTER THIRTY OF LITTLE EDWARD!

Little Edward

Chapter Thirty

Kyle

When Alice had made the call six months ago, she'd asked for some very peculiar requests.

"Get him on the plane the night before his birthday, so he can wake up here, with his family, okay? Also, we've rented you a hotel suite, you know, just so we can have some privacy with my almost brother-in-law. The meeting with Mr. Carlisle will be the day after his birthday, and you will leave a week later."

Strangely, she hadn't said "you and Edward" will leave, just me. I wondered what that was all about, or if I was reading too much into it.

"Edward, I've made a meeting with a prospect for tomorrow, but it's up in Washington. It sounds really promising," I said to my boss. Edward, ever the idiot, stared at me.

"Washington?" he repeated. I nodded, rolling my eyes.

"Yes, Edward, that is what I just said."

"Would this meeting be anywhere near Forks, Washington?" he clarified, narrowing his eyes at me. I knew I was a good liar and played it up.

"Where's Forks? I've never heard of it. The meeting's in Seattle," I said nonchalantly, thanking my lucky stars for my acting skills. Edward frowned at me.

"What about Emma? How could I leave Emma on my birthday?" 

I smiled at him. "I've already called her and she agreed wholeheartedly. She thinks it'll be good for the business. She said she'd video call you when you were in Seattle," I informed him, which was true. It had taken me hours to get his bitch to agree, but finally, when I promised more income for her fiance, she gave her consent.

"Are you positive?"

"I'm sure. Here, I have your bags packed, and we're going to leave tonight so we can get to the meeting tomorrow, because it's at night. Ready?"

"...I think I am."

We drove to the airport, Edward getting more anxious by the minute. Turns out, this Carlisle fellow had a lot of money, according to his website, which was strangely created six months ago, around the time Alice called me. Weird. But I knew it was probably nothing, because why would Emma's sister lie?

Once we were aboard the plane, all Edward could talk about was the meeting. "What suit should I wear?" "The blue tie or the red?" "What about my shoes?" "Should I go for young and aspiring or mature and nonchalant?" "Do you think I should part my hair?" "Never mind, my hair couldn't be parted even if I took a scissor to it." "Why aren't you nervous?"

"Because, Eddie," I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose, exasperated, "this is a meeting. Not a marriage proposal. I don't think this Carlisle dude cares whether or not your hair is parted."

Edward harrumphed.

"Brat."

"Asshole."

"Insufferable."

"Irritable."

"Cheeky."

"Know-it-all."

"Smartass."

"Spaz."

"I'm done with your immaturity," Edward turned away, but I could see a grin on his face. God, I loved working for Edward Cullen. What joy our banter brings *note the sarcasm*. But still, I had come to care for Edward as an older brother of sorts.