Meaningful Artifacts [Edward/Jacob]

eight.

Jacob barely makes it into the building before he's being summoned into Angela's office. Honestly, he'd hoped that she'd be angry for a day and then let the entire thing go after seeing the footage, but the footage seems to have only made her more adamant about getting the old piece of garbage back in her prestigious museum. Considering the size of the object, he assumes the local newspaper and a couple of online blogs are probably losing their minds over the fact that someone had managed to steal the old hunk of junk in such a way. She wanted to show that it wasn't something that people were just going to get away with. 

That's why he finds himself stuffed into one of her uncomfortable, minimalistic office chairs listening to her rant about the damned thing.

"Stolen right from under our noses! Can you believe that?" she asks, pointedly glaring over at him.

The woman has clearly convinced herself that this was somehow his fault. 

He lets out a sigh and gives a half-hearted shrug. This was his third rendition of the Scooby-Doo mystery and it was getting tiresome by the day.

"That's why you're going to help Edward get it back." She says with a smile so bright, he'd actually believe she'd said something less ridiculous.

"What?" 

What the fuck was he going to do? He was a security guard. That didn't include running out and hunting down whatever went missing. That meant watching the things that were still inside of the building. Sure, Edward probably knew plenty about both wars. The man was a fucking fossil. Jacob, on the other hand, was born at most two and half decades ago. What the fuck did he know? 

"Your job, as one of this museum's security guards, is to watch over the artifacts and art that reside here. Since one just walked out of here, I expect you to follow it until it's returned back to its rightful spot." She says with a look in her eye that is begging him to question her authority.

"Why can't Mike help him?"

All things considered, it's a good question. Why couldn't Mike help him? What was so special about Jake that he was designated to run around looking for some old gun that probably didn't even work back in the day if they're all being honest with one another?

Angela blinks a couple of times and Jacob knows just by that that he's not going to like what's about to come out of her mouth next.

"Is this about Bella?" She says it like she's whispering some kind of forbidden word as she leans slightly closer to make sure he can hear her. 

Jacob can feel any remnants of a smile that he'd had, drop from his face as he stared up at Weber.

He didn't get angry about her very often anymore. There weren't many opportunities for it. Though, something about her name being used in this particular context irked him. Angela wasn't necessarily a good friend to Bella. If anything, the friendship seemed to be quite fleeting. They were barely speaking by the time Jacob popped up. So, for her to suddenly reference it like she knew all about it, gave him pause.

"Excuse me?" Was all he managed as he eyed the woman as if this was his first time seeing her. 

"Is this about Bella? Working with her ex? I know that would make things uncomfortable...but she did ask about you." Angela tries to explain, but only confuses him more. 

Why the fuck was Bella asking about him? 

He's about to ask what the hell she's talking about when the door opens and in strolls Edward. He sits down in one of her uncomfortable seats and glances over at Jacob, whose mind is now somewhere else entirely.