Disclosure

Hi guys! This is my first foray into the FSOG universe and I hope you like it. I hope to portray a stronger Ana as the story progresses; it always bothered me how easily she gave in to Christian. This story will also deal with mature themes; I will note them before each chapter so there aren't any unpleasant surprises!

All characters belong solely to E. L. James. No copyright infringement intended.

"Ana, I need the first two chapters of these manuscripts done by before lunch." My boss, Jack Hyde tossed a stack of five manuscripts onto my desk, and stormed into his office. The loud slam from the door echoed throughout the office, but I paid it no mind. It seemed like he was pissed at everyone lately, so everyone just kept their heads down and tried to stay out of his way, me included.

Throughout the rest of the day, I diligently worked on my stack of manuscripts making notes here and there, and by the time I was finished the work day was over. I look at my computer screen and note the time: 4:45. I stand and make my way to the bathroom before I go give Jack his finished manuscripts. I exit the stall and stare at my reflection; big, lifeless blue eyes set in a slender face, stare back at me. My wavy dark brown hair is gathered in a high pony tail, with a few stray strands hanging around my ears.

My skin is pale, almost translucent and I have lost weight. I barely resemble the girl who graduated WSU barely a month ago; I'm barely distinguishable from a corpse in the morgue! This is the Post-Christian Grey Effect. It has been almost two weeks since I've talked to or seen Christian. If I didn't have to come into work, I think I would have locked myself in my room and stayed there.

I wash my hands and began the trek back to my desk, gather my finished manuscripts and walk the short distance to Jack's office. I knock tentatively of Jack's door; it would be just my luck that he's still having his bitch fit.

"What!" He barked as I open the door. He was standing with his fists in his hair, scowling menacingly at his computer screen.

"I just came to tell you that I have finished the manuscripts." I slowly walked forward and laid the manuscripts on his desk and tried not to fidget under his dark glare. It always seems like he's undressing me with his eyes; it makes me so uncomfortable. The silence stretches as his look turns from anger to downright leering. My scalp prickles and I feel the hairs on my arms stand up. I take a step back and grasp blindly for the doorknob; I need to get out of here.

I quickly scramble out of the office and stumble back to my desk, hurriedly putting on my coat and grabbing my purse. I look around; it's Friday and everyone is gone and the office is deserted. Don't stand there and gawk; get the hell out of here! I blink in surprise. My inner goddess hasn't made an appearance since I broke up with Christian, two weeks ago. I assumed she had holed herself up in her room with a bunch of sappy movies and a gallon of ice cream. If she's made an appearance, then I really do need to get out of here. I set out at a steady pace toward the elevators and repeatedly push the button, hoping and praying that the elevator comes before Jack does.

At last the elevator dings and I step in quickly. As I turn I catch a glimpse of Jack's lust filled gaze as the doors slide shut, and I breathe a sigh of relief. Maybe he will simmer down over the weekend and this will be like a bad nightmare. I hope so, i really don't have any other source of employment. I take the time to button up my pea coat and tie the belt around my waist and adjust my purse; I just threw it on haphazardly in my rush to get out of the office. The elevator smoothly comes to a halt three floors away from the main lobby. I don't know much about the businesses that occupy the floors below and above me; I think there is a printing company here and a law firm as well.

I am still fidgeting with my purse when the door pings open. A young woman with brown hair, dressed in a smart pantsuit gets on, and we continue down in silence. The elevator opens on the ground floor and I hurry out of the building on to the wet side walk. We are in the middle of a large storm front that has been dumping heavy rain for the last three days. I am already soaked despite my umbrella and quickly choose to hail a cab instead of waiting for the bus.

I hail a cab down and quickly slide into the warm cracked leather seat and out of the rain. I give the driver my address and 15 minutes later I am home. I fiddle with my keys for a moment before I walk through the lobby and take the short elevator ride to the fourth floor. I open the door and immediately I am hit by the smell of baking chocolate chip cookies. I close the door and walk into the kitchen in bewilderment. The only person who could possibly be here is Kate, who isn't due back from Barbados until next week.

"Ana! I missed you!" Kate dressed in a ridiculous 'Kiss the cook' apron bear hugs me nearly knocking me off my feet. She has a gorgeous tan and her blonde hair seems brighter; from the island sun no doubt.

"Kate! What are you doing home early? I wasn't expecting you until at least Tuesday." She releases me and I immediately take off my wet coat and shoes and set them by the door. My pants and blouse aren't too wet so I decide to leave them on for now.

"I came home to make sure you were ok; Elliot told me what happened." She frowns and stares at me with pity. Oh no. I can't do this right now. I've been doing a great job of not thinking about Christian, but if I cave now I know I will fall apart. I will fall apart in front of Kate and I'm not sure I will be able to put together the pieces.

"Kate you didn't have to do that…I'm fine. Honestly." I walk into the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water; I would have wine, but I haven't been able to even look at wine without tearing up. "You really didn't have to fly home early for me."

"Yeah I did, Ana. This is your first relationship and your first breakup; of course you're going to need a friend! Do you want to talk about it?" she reaches her hand out and touches my arm gently; it's almost my undoing. I can feel the familiar prickling behind my eyes and my throat begins to feel tight.

"Kate, please don't…I" I break off unable to say anything more and quickly take a gulp of water. I can't deal with this, not yet. "Kate I'm not ready." I tighten my hands around the cold glass, and hope that Kate doesn't notice my hands shaking.

"Ana's its ok. I'm sorry; I didn't mean to push you. Why don't you change out of your clothes and eat some cookies with me? I can tell you all about Barbados! I brought back so many cute things for you!." She gives me her winning 'Kavanaugh smile' and I reluctantly smile back. Changing out of my work clothes sounds great; my clothes are a lot damper than what I thought.

I make my way into my room and throw on a pair of yoga pants and a cozy sweatshirt, and return to the living room. As I sit down the intercom buzzes. I jump up.

"I'll get it!" I call to Kate as I walk over to the door. I press the button on the intercom and a man's voice comes through.

"Fed-Ex Delivery for a Miss Anastasia Steele?"

"Ok, come up." I buzz him in and bite my lip. A package for me? It's probably from my mom, from whatever hobby she's wandered into. About a minute later there is a knock on the door and look through the peephole and see a guy about my age wearing the standard Fed-Ex uniform. I open the door and he presents a slim package. I quickly sign for it and absentmindedly wish him a nice day.

"What is it Ana?" Kate comes around the corner carrying a plate of cookies and a carton of ice cream.

"I don't know, it could be from my mom. I'll be right back."I walk into my room and rip of the perforated edge as I go. I dump the contents onto my bed; it's a stack of photos. I glance through the glossy 8X10 photos and I feel the blood drain from my face. There are about 18 of them; and they all feature Christian in illicit BDSM acts with different women. Different brown haired subs that look just like me.

Underneath the photos is a note, on ordinary printer paper.

Anastasia, I'm sure you are wondering who I am; that is not important. You will do exactly what I tell you, I will leak these photos to the press and expose your boyfriend for the sick fuck that he is. I have copies of all of these photos, do not test me. If you go to the police or to Christian I will know. With these photos I can single handedly destroy Christian Grey's entire reputation and his life. Now you are probably wondering how can you possibly help poor Christian. Simple. You will become mine. From the first time I laid on eyes on you, I knew you were mine. There is no where you can run, no where you can hide. I know everything about you; your social security number, where you were born, and most importantly where your mother and step father live. Let that be an incentive should you try to do something stupid. I will be in contact soon.

I'm watching you.

I crumple to the floor, the note clutched in my hand.

What the hell am I going to do?