"Excuse me?" I asked the woman at the front desk.

She was pretty with white blonde hair, a black blazer, and her nails perfectly manicured. I looked down at my own black chipped nightmare that I had painted last night; good job Helen Keller.

She looked up from typing on her shiny computer, "May I help you miss?"

I nodded, "Yes, sorry, I found a wallet at the coffee shop I work at. I came by here after my shift to drop it off…" I replied.

She looked me up and down, I don't think they applaud showing up at Grey Enterprises Holding Inc. - Pretentious Nose In Air office with docs and beanies.

"May I ask whose driver's license in in the wallet?" she went on.

I opened up the Gucci leather wallet, "The license wasn't in here but the credit cards all say, um a Christian Grey?" I questioned. Must be the owner's son…

Her eyes widened showing white all around the pupils and began to stand up behind the desk, "Oh thank God someone found it. We've been in a panic looking for it! Mr. Grey has asked that the person who found it come to his office."

She waved her hand to follow her over to the bank of elevators in the marble lobby. I stood there rocking on my heels looking down to see a very expensive pair of black pointy toes heels with red soles—this shit must pay well.

The elevator dinged and opened, she walked in the small box and pressed the button for the top floor. We rode up to the top in silence and she tapped her damn heels.

We exited and I once again followed her through a marble—Jesus what is with the marble? Are we in Rome? Am I walking inside the David statue? Michelangelo is that you? —And to a pair of giant sold dark wood doors.

I was instructed to take a seat in the leather chairs and did so tucking my backpack behind me. She knocked and walked inside briefly then coming back out and walking over to me.

"Mr. Grey will see you now." She stated matter-of-factly. I stood slinging my backpack onto me and was led once again by the blonde into the office.

The space was practically all windows overlooking the Space Needle and downtown Seattle. It was beautiful in its simplicity and sharp edges.

A tall man rose from behind the desk and moved towards me. He had copper hair, grey steely eyes, and a nice smile. He seemed nice but was younger than I thought, I was expecting an older white hair man, but here was someone around 40.

"Hello Miss?" he paused waiting for me to introduce myself.

I cleared my throat to stop looking around the office, "Uh, Ellie," I replied.

He nodded, "Ah, Ellie, I knew an Ellie. I understand that my receptionist said you found my wallet?"

I nodded my head, turning to dig through my backpack, "Uh oh yeah, I work at the coffee shop down the block, Grind House, and I was cleaning up and found it under a booth." I said as I stuck my hand out to give it to him.

He reached for it and for the life of me I don't know why I felt the need to add on, "Don't worry, I take the cash or anything, I prefer to earn my cash."

As I mentally cursed myself he chuckled as he slid the wallet into his left pocket, "I trust you, Phoebe. Thank you very much for bringing this over, I can't believe I dropped it."

I smiled, "Eh it's no problem, I walk pass this building everyday to head to school. Just figured I should do it rather than Ralph, lord knows it probably wouldn't have made it here."

His ears perked, "What school do you attend?" he asked.

"Oh um, I got to Bush high school in downtown Seattle, but I take some classes up at U of W for credit hours." I stated ringing my hands.

He nodded, "Very good school, that's a very tough school."

I concurred, "Yeah it is, but I love the challenge, plus their engineering programs are great and I love the math professors."

He blinked rapidly a few times then recovered, "You're a math person?" he asked.

I nodded, "Yeah, it's my best subject. Well that and history."

He leaned against his desk in front of me, "You're parents must be very proud of you then, I know if Teddy was anyway into math I would be ecstatic."

I looked away down at the pristine carpet, "Eh, wouldn't know."

It started to sprinkle outside and the drops began to race each other down the glass and I watched like I was a little kid in the car again.

"What do you mean?" He asked confused.

I looked back at him, "Can't tell my parents about my grades if I don't have any."

He looked at me wide eyed for a minute then at his hands. He probably wasn't expecting me to say it so nonchalant, but after 16 years of practice it's not so bad anymore.

"I don't think I understand," he said.

I straightened up in my seat, "Dad didn't wasn't to be one, mom's dead," I said.

He looked shocked which is the normal reaction. I realized that I have been telling my life story to a random stranger and it was getting dark soon.

"Look, I don't really know you and I just came by to drop off your wallet. I need to get to my apartment so, thanks for the talk and hope your kid gets better at math."

He stood up off the desk and put his hands in his pockets, "How are you getting home?" he asked.

I shrugged, "Walk or train, it's not bad."

He shook his head, "That's nonsense. I can have someone drive you."

I shook my head this time, "No, no, it's really fine. I like the cold."

Turning to leave he caught my arm, "Please, my wife and mother would kill me if I let you walk home alone in the city or take public transportation. It's just a car ride to you house and that's it."

I sighed. I didn't see any other way out of it. "Fine."

He turned to his desk and dialed a number, "Can you have Taylor take Ms. Ellie to her apartment please?"

He hung up and motioned to me, "Well it was great meeting you. And thank you once again for returning my wallet," he shook my hand and I turned towards the door, "I do however have a question for you."

I turned back around, "yes?"

"This sounds a bit strange but would you be willing to tutor? My son Theodore, ah well Teddy, is 17 and he really needs to start taking his SATs seriously. Would you in anyway consider it?" he asked.

I had a billionaire asking me a favor. What the shit was going on today.

I was taken aback for a moment. I had a pretty busy schedule… I worked at the coffee house an hour before school, went to school, went back to work for two hours, then went on Tuesdays and Thursdays to UW for my extra classes. Well I supposed I could squeeze him in on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays…

Shrugging I answered, "Uh, sure…. I can probably on Monday, Wednesday, Friday, say around 5?"

He nodded, "I'll have Taylor take down your number and information."

A man with a short buzz cut came to the door and stood waiting for me—I presumed this was Taylor.

"Ellie, this is Taylor my driver, he will be taking you home. I will be in touch with you about tutoring. Thank you again." He turned to go back to his desk and I left with Taylor.

He led me to the elevators and down to the garage where an Audi SUV was waiting. Holding the back door open for me I slid into the backseat and sat my bag next to me.

Taylor pulled out of the spot and we made our way to the street when he looked in the mirror, "Excuse me Ms. Ellie, what is your address?" he asked.

I sat up straight, "Uh, 166 Park Street." I mumbled.

His eyes widened and he nodded as he kept driving. It was a silent ride with the lights on the street blazing by and I just kept looking out the windows. Soon we pulled up to my place.

Taylor stopped the car and put it in park. He slipped out of the front and opened the back door for me.

"Oh, before I forget, what is your information so that I may give it to Mr. Grey?"

I took out an old piece of paper from my backpack and pen scribbling my number and email onto it. I handed it to Taylor and thanked him.

I walked towards the building and sighed. Home was a two-bedroom apartment with a bit nicer than basic appliances and flea market/target furniture throughout. My roommate was never home and it was basically all mine only that the rent was cut in half.

I walked in and set my backpack on the breakfast bar and walking into the kitchen. Digging through the fridge I decided on making some eggs and turn on some music to begin.

Dancing around to Stevie Nicks while cooking tends to have a positive effect on people. While the eggs were cooking there was a ding on my phone and I didn't pay any mind to it.

After the food was cooked I took my computer and phone to the sofa and turned on the TV. While Clueless was paying in the background—any girl who says they don't like it I will fight—I looked at the text on my phone.

It was a random number but the mystery was quickly solved as to who it was: Hey it's Teddy Grey, my dad gave me your number to set up a time and place for tutoring. Sorry if it's too late and my dad was a creep

I rolled my eyes, Mr. Grey seemed like a normal businessman and dad, but I didn't have much experience with both.

I gave my reply: No it's not too late it's fine. Your dad wasn't bad at all, and I am free around 5 on Monday, Wednesday, and Fridays.

Teddy replied almost immediately: That works perfect for me, I go to Bradley Prep so I can meet you somewhere around there?

Bradley Prep was probably the most expensive school you could dream of going in the state. I could only ever dream of going somewhere like that but it's defiantly not in the cards for me.

I texted him back: I work over at Grind House by your dad's office that sound good?

While I waited for a response I began to Google. I swear if I weren't going major in Bioengineering I would totally be a P.I. I quickly typed into the search bar Theodore Grey.

I quickly hit the link to his latest news headline:

THEODORE GREY: SLEEPS WITH MODELS NOT TEDDY BEARS

Well isn't that a great headline page. The overview was basically stating that he was caught at a hotel in Chicago with a famous model—known for having photographed for more than clothes—and some elicit pictures came up to prove the point.

Teddy then replied: Sounds like a plan, do we start tomorrow or next week?

I messaged back: Tomorrow is fine, see you then

Eating away at my food I received another text message: But how will I know if it's you?

I thought about it. What was my most defining feature that someone would know it was me? My eyes were hazel, my hair was a mass of blonde curls, and my skin was a somewhat tan color. I guess my skin was unnaturally tan for Seattle in winter…

I typed: Look for the tan blonde

Taking the dishes back to the kitchen I cleaned them and heard a chime go off. Checking it, it read: A tan blonde? No such thing in Seattle.

I laughed and replied for the last time: Better believe it

After the texts were done, I finished the movie and typed up a paper on my laptop for PoliSci.

I took a shower and went to bed soon since I would be back up at 4 AM. Crawling back into my bed, I set my phone on the charger and burrito rolled myself into my comforter and fell asleep not long after.

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