I sat at my desk, in my office staring at my name plate.

"Mrs. Isla Scott..."

My new name plate had arrived; it's the one that I was supposed to use once I got married.

But things changed.

I chucked my new name plate into the bin, rummaged through my draws and found my old name plate.

"Miss Isla Collins..." I smiled, 'much better' I thought to myself.

A knock on my door happened and I turned my eyes away from my name plate and to the door. Jonathon Hack was at my door. I was allowed to call him Jonathon, most people called him Mr. Hack.

"Isla, the new CEO is here," Jonathon smiled as he peaked his head through my door.

"Oh really?" I get up and smooth out my leather a-line skirt. "I didn't expect him for another few days!"

"He arrived early from London and wanted to get started straight away," Jonathon looked at me, "what's wrong?"

"My new name plate came today..." I took a second, "the 'I'm-mrs-scott plate."

Jonathon hugged me tight, as we left my office. We walked down the hall, passed the conference room, passed Jonathon's office and the empty office to which our new CEO would have.

"Hey, Isla,"

"Yes Jonathon,"

"Maggie and I are expecting..."

I let out a squeal. Jonathon covered his ears.

"And you tell me now?!" I started to skip a little down the hall.

"I thought it would be a great time!" He smiled at me. I turned around and started walking backwards and facing Jonathon.

"So, boy or girl?"

"Actually twins..."

I squealed again. "Sorry! But I am just too damn excited for you now!"

Jonathon and I have been friends since high school. We started up this business after graduating and we became international a year after that. Our business you may ask an online vintage clothing store. We of course had our own little boutiques, but we were manly online. We started the business as I was going through a break up and needed to cull my wardrobe; it was practically all vintage. So once that sold, people wanted more and more. So we kept posting and selling and things just went on and on.

One day we a meeting with an investor that wanted us to go globe, it took some time to convince myself, but Jonathon agreed and from then we have been known as 'Vintage twins.' We brought a warehouse just outside the city and started from there.

Since then, Jonathon and I decided that I would run the company, CEO, he would be CFO, for finical side of things and we had a few employees finding pieces to sell and design. And of course we had a board, I, Jonathon, our investors and one of our favourite teachers from high school, Emily. She had given us the idea and we worked on it and developed it with her.

During this time, Jonathon found Maggie. They fell in love and now they are expecting twins.

"I am actually scared and excited as well!" He happily said and I just laughed at him.

I suddenly felt a huge body behind my back as I walked backwards. Clearly not noticing where I was going, since I was facing Jonathon.

"I am so..." I paused as I turned around to see a completely perfect man smile at me. His pearly white teeth, small little dimples, dark black long curly hair styled to perfection and in a dark blue velvet suit jacket, white shirt and black slacks.

"Watch where you're bloody going." His voice was deep and British.

I couldn't believe such a perfect man had this arrogant tone in his voice. I clenched my fists together and took a step forward.

"Phillip Perkins..." Jonathon moved in front of me and placed his hand out to him.

"Yes, you must be Jonathon Hack" He replied and shook Jonathon's hand. He gave him and smile and Jonathon pointed to me.

"And this is Isla Collins, you're partner..." Jonathon cautiously let out.

Phillip put his hand out and I gave him a half pout half smile facial expression. I didn't reach for his hand. He shortly took in back and removed his smile.

"It's nice to meet you..." He paused "how to you pronounce your name."

"Is-la, like island. But without the and. It's just Isla, the s is silent." I say in a huff.

Phillip put a smirk on his face and I looked at Jonathon.

"Here let me show you to your new office!" Jonathon said and dragged Phillip to his office.

I stood there for a few seconds and watched them disappear into the space office space two doors down from me.

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Let's just say I don't like Phillip Perkins.

After a fantastic introduction to him; he completely hated everything I was doing with the business.

"Are you freaking kidding me?!" I stood up at the conference table and Phillip sat there with a smirk on his face. "You think you can just waltz in and change everything that Jonathon and I have worked so hard for!"

"Isla, calm down!" Jonathon grabs my arm and I pull it away from him.

"I am not calming down..." I speak through my teeth to Jonathon. "He practically wants to re-image the whole idea and branding of our company!"

"Maybe it's not a bad thing Isla..."

"So you're on his side?"

"Isla, I am not on anyone's side..." Jonathon walks behind me, places his hands on my shoulders and starts to massage them. "Just take a deep breath in and out... There you go!"

Phillip sits at the other end looking at me and judging my. My face is straight and I close my eyes as I breathe in and out.

"Maybe I should leave you two alone for some privacy!" Phillip Perkins says, with this tone that implies something. My eyes open suddenly and I push Jonathon away from me.

"How dare you say that?" I walk right in front of Phillip so he can't move. "You don't even know me or Jonathon!"

"Hey I wasn't implying anything..." Phillip puts his hands up to surrender.

"I know exactly what you were implying Mr!" I poke his chest. I turn around on the ball of my feet.

"Well someone is clearly on their period!" Phillip says loud enough for me to hear.

I shut my eyes closed, gripped the door handle and stormed out of the conference room. The door slammed shut behind me.

I scream out in frustration in my office. I grab a pillow from my couch and scream into that.

'I don't need this' my thoughts say to me. 'I don't need any of this'.

Jonathon shortly enters my office. I throw a pillow at his face.

"Clearly you don't like him..." Jonathon catches the pillow.

"Clearly!" I yell back at him with sarcasm.

"Isla, don't give me that attitude!"

I slump into my office chair behind my desk.

"He's a prick, an arrogant know-it-all and intents to ruin this business Jonathon!" I just let it all out.

Jonathon comes behind me again and massages my shoulders. He always knew how to calm me down and to keep me sane. I breathe in and out and let out a sigh when I am feeling better. Jonathon steps away from me and leans up against my floor to ceiling book shelf.

"Before you bumped into Phillip the other day, I was going to ask you something," Jonathon picks up a photo frame from my book shelf and smiles at it. "I want you to be the godmother of my babies!"

I huge smile wiped across my face and I completely forgot about everything for a second.

"Seriously?" I questioned his motives.

"Why? Don't you want to be in charge of my children if by fate Maggie and I both die?"

"Ohmygod. Jonathon, it would be my privilege and honour to take care of them!" I jump up and out of my chair and hug Jonathon.

I stare down at the photo frame Jonathon is holding. I completely forgot to throw this photo out. Its an outside in a park shot of myself, Jonathon, Edward and Olivia, all smiling like there was no tomorrow.

I remember that day so clearly. The four of us, mystery inc. Some people called us because we were like the old mystery inc gang. And we even had our own pet dog. Jonathon owned him. Us four were inseparable. We always hung out, did everything together and nothing could come between us. That was until Edward decided to have hot and steamy sex all over our, well his apartment.

I took a deep breath and took the photo frame from Jonathon's hands. I walked over to my bin and chucked it in.

It felt good.

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