I snatch the envelope up, feeling thick, textured paper. I gape at the Mr. Hale written in a neat hand.
"Pompous ass," I mutter under my breath, a feeling I'm sure I don't like settling in my chest.
An impatient ripping reveals a plain white card. I flick it open with my thumb and find a short message that makes my jaw clench.
I trust you slept well. My assistant Bella is downstairs waiting for you. She will provide you with anything you need.
Please forget last night. It was a mistake I don't intend to make again.
Edward Cullen
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