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I scowl with frustration at my wardrobe. Damn it, I put most of my clothes in the laundry and now I have
to search for sensible clothing to go interview some mega-industrialist tycoon, I've never heard of, for the
student newspaper.

Kate, the editor, is my roommate, and she caught the flu. Therefore she cannot attend, so I have volunteered. I
have a fitting in Seattle anyway so it's fine. I throw on whatever clothes I find, not caring since I'll be wearing
different clothes for the fitting.

Kate is sniffling on the couch watching television.

"Ana, I'm really sorry and thank you so so much. It was really hard to get this interview and we'll have graduated
by the time I rescheduled. I just can't let this opportunity pass. Please forgive me." Kate apologizes in a raspy
voice. Poor Kate she almost never gets sick. I knew this was important to her and knowing Kate, even if I didn't
want to, she'd get me to do it. It must be something they teach in Journalism.

"No it's okay Kate. Remember I have to go somewhere in Seattle too? Get some rest, I made chicken soup if you
get hungry."

"Thank you Ana. Oh and here are the questions and my mini-disc recorder. Just press record here."

"I dont know anything about him." I murmur, my panic finally rising as I remember I'm not good with these
things.

"The questions will see you through. Go. It's a long drive, wouldn't want you to be late, finally getting the dream
job." Kate winked.

I laughed. "Okay, I'm going. No funny business, you're trying to get well." I glare at her. Oh what Kate will do
when Ana is away.

Kate rolls her eyes. "I can't do much since I'm sick Ana. But I'll try my best." She grins.

"Good luck! Thanks again Ana." Putting on my coat and gathering my stuff, I smile at her, and head out the door
to the car.

This will be a long ride. Thankfully there's no traffic since it's still early. I think back to the time when I was
scouted at Claytons. Shaking my head, I still can't believe it, me Anastasia Steele, a model, and not just for any
brand. I blush thinking how in the world did Ms. Celibate ever decided to accept this amazing offer. Ofcourse I'm
not celibate though, just that I never really took interest in a guy or maybe I'm just really picky. I grin to myself,
remembering Kate's attempts to hook me up with Jose. He's a good friend but that's just it, a friend. Gosh, I am
picky.

I arrive to my destination which is a huge twenty-story office building, all curved glass and steel, with Grey House
written in steel over the glass front doors. It's almost twelve when I arrive, relieved I'm not late, I walk into the
lobby.

A young blonde woman smiles at me behind the desk. "I'm here to see Mr. Grey. Anastasia Steele for Katherine
Kavanagh."

"Just a moment, Miss Steele." She gives me a look that makes me glance self-consciously at myself and..
gah...Holy Hell, I wish I cared more about my attire, but it's too late now, I look like I have no dress sense at all.
I sigh. Oh well they won't care when I go to the fitting and I'm not trying to impress anybody here anyway, just
until what? Thirty minutes till I have to go to? Shit. There's only thirty minutes till I have to go.

The woman behind the desk interrupts my thoughts and tells me to sign and go to the twentieth floor. She hands
me a security pass that says VISITOR clearly printed on the front. I can't help my smirk. It's obvious I'm a visitor,
I dont fit in at all.

Nothing new, I sigh. Thanking her, I walk to the elevator and press for the twentieth floor. The doors open and I
enter another lobby. Another young blonde woman rises to greet me.

"Miss Steele, could you wait here, please?" She points to a seating area of white leather chairs. The place had a
beautiful view of the Seattle skyline. Wow.

I sit down and get nervous, inwardly cursing Kate for not providing me with a brief biography, and now I know
nothing of this man I'm about to interview. I fidget and try to get pass my nerves. Calm down, Ana. Judging from
the building, which is too clinical and modern, I'm guessing Grey is in his forties; fit, tanned, and fair-haired to
match the rest of the staff.

Another impeccably dressed blonde come out of a large door to the right. What is it with all the immaculate
blondes?

"Ms. Steele?" Blondie the third asks.

"Yes."

"Mr. Grey will see you in a moment. May I take your coat?"

"Please." I give her my jacket.

The office door opens and a tall, elegantly dressed, attractive African-American man with short dreads exits. I
regret my choice of clothing once more.

He turns and says through the door. "Golf, this week, Grey." I don't hear the reply. He turns, sees me, and
smiles, his dark eyes crinkling at the corners. Blondie the second jumped up and called the elevator. She seems
jumpy and nervous, more nervous than me!

"Good afternoon ladies," he says as he departs through the elevator.

"Mr Grey will see you now, Ms. Steele. Do go through." Blondie the second says.

I stand, rather nervous. Get a grip Steele you're gonna walk down the runway with hundreds of people and
millions of people watching you through tv soon and you're nervous about seeing one guy? Right. Just a guy.

I push open the door and stumble through, tripping over the carpet, and falling head first into the office.

Crap! Stupid carpet. I am on my hands and knees in the doorway to Mr. Grey's office, and gentle hands are
around me helping me to stand. I am embarrassed beyond belief. I'm not usually this clumsy. I have to steel
myself to glance up. Woah - he's so young.

"Thank you." I manage to mumble.

"Miss Kavanagh." He extends a long-fingered hand to me once I'm upright. "I'm Christian Grey. are you all right?
Would you like to sit?" He's so young and attractive who am I kidding he's hot. He's tall, dressed in a fine dark
suit, white shirt, and black tie with unruly dark copper colored hair and intense, bright gray eyes that regard me
shrewdly.

"Um. Actually-" I mutter. Oh get a hold of your self Steele, it's just a guy! I place my hand in his and we shake.

"Miss Kavanagh is indisposed, so she sent me. I hope you don't mind Mr. Grey."

"And you are?" He looks mildly interested, but above all, polite.

"Anastasia Steele. I'm studying English Literature with Miss Kavanagh at Washington State." There. I finally get a
hold of myself. I will not let attractive man faze me.

"I see," he says simply. I think I see the ghost of a smile in his expression, but I'm not sure. "Would you like to
sit?" He waves me toward a white leather buttoned L-shaped couch.

I look around his office which is way too big for one man. Small paintings catch my eye by the door. They are
exquisite - a series of mundane, forgotten objects painted in such precise detail they look like photographs.
Displayed together, they are breathtaking.

"A local artist. Trouton," says Grey when he catches my gaze.

"They're exquisite. Raising the ordinary to extraordinary," I murmur, distracted, I like a good man with good taste.
He cocks his head to one side and regards me intently.

"I couldn't agree more, Miss Steele," he replies, his voice soft and for some inexplicable reason I find myself
blushing.

He sits into one of the white leather chairs opposite me. I shake my head, disturbed at the direction of my
thoughts, and retrieve Kate's questions from my satchel. Next I set-up the mini-disc recorder ,which I have no
idea how to use. Mr. Grey says nothing, waiting patiently - I hope - as I become increasingly embarrassed and
flustered. Eventually I give up and get my phone deciding I would record it with the phone instead. When I pluck
up the courage to look at him, he's watching me, one hand relaxed in his lap and the other cupping his chin and
trailing his long index finger across his lips. I think he's trying to supress a smile.

"Sorry." I stutter "I'm not used to this."

"I noticed." he says, I think. I didn't really hear. I flushed.

"Do you mind if I record your answers?"

"After you've taken so much trouble to set up the recorder - you ask me now?" I flush. He's teasing me? I blink at
him, unsure what to say, and I think he takes pity on me because he relents. "No, I don't mind."

I ask him a few questions and ended up snapping at him a few times unintentionally, I can't help it, he's so
arrogant.

"Are you gay, Mr. Grey?"

He inhales sharply, and I cringe mortified. Crap crap crap. Why the hell did Kate put this question and why the
hell didn't I use some kind of filter before I read this straight out? How can I tell him I'm just reading Kate's
questions?

"No Anastasia, I'm not." He raises his eyebrows, a cool gleam in his eyes. He does not look pleased. Shit.

"I apologize. It's um written here." It's the first time he's said my name. My heart starts beating faster. I flush.
What the hell is wrong with me?

"These aren't your own questions?"

I pale.

"Err... no. Kate - Miss Kavanagh - she compiled the questions."

"Are you colleagues on the student paper?" Uh oh. I blush again.

"No. She's my roommate."

He rubs his chin in quiet deliberation, his gray eyes appraising me.

"Did you volunteer to do this interview?" he asks, his voice deadly quiet.

Why is he interrogating me? I'm supposed to be the one asking questions.

"I was drafted. She's not well." My voice is weak and apologetic.

"That explains a great deal."

There's a knock at the door, and Blondie number three enters.

"Mr. Grey, forgive me for interrupting, but your next meeting is in two minutes."

"We're not finished here, Andrea. Please cancel my next meeting." Andrea hesitates, gaping at him. This seems
like an unusual request. He turns his head slowly to face her and raises his eyebrows. She flushes bright pink. Oh
good. It's not just me.

"Very well, Mr. Grey," she mutters, then exits. He frowns, and turns his attention back to me.

"Where were we, Miss Steele?"

Oh, we're back to 'Miss Steele' now.

"Please don't let me keep you from anything."

"I want to know about you. I think that's only fair." His gray eyes alight with curiosity. Shoot. Where's he going
with this? He places his elbows on the arms of the chair and steeples his fingers in front of his mouth. What I'd
like to do with that mouth...

The phone in my hand suddenly rings, The name CIRCE flashes on the screen. Crap! I totally forgot! Im late!

"Excuse me , I really have to take this call." I plead, panicking. This is completely unheard of, I'm the one
interrupting his schedule and here I am rudely taking a call. A very important call.

"Go ahead." He must sense my panic and replies, although I dont think he looks very pleased. Who would be Ana?

I press the receive button, too panicked to care that Grey is still in front of me, in hearing distance.

"Ana! Where are you? You're twenty minutes late!"

"I know, I'm sorry, but I'll be there soon."

"Well we changed venue along with the crew, now we're at Grey house since someone messed up blahblah and our
stylist knows the sister of whomever owns that building and - you know what? Who cares about that. Just come
here as quickly as you can." he hangs up.

"Thank heavens." closing my eyes, I sigh.

"Something came up Miss Steele?" His voice sounding mildly curious and partly annoyed. Shoot. I forget where I
was for a second.

"Um, actually Mr. Grey, I apologize but I have to go to a fitting that's um apparently here in your building right
now. Do you know where it is?" I ask since let's face it, I have to go there fast and he owns the place, he probably
knows everything that goes on around here.

"Oh, I know where that is. Come I'll show you." I obediently follow him out the lobby and he presses for the
elevator. Andrea and blonde number two seems to be shocked. Huh. The elevator arrives before I think more
about it and we enter. He presses a button to the 19th floor and we step outside as the elevator opens.

"Follow me."He seems to be amused. This man is confusing. We stop by a door and he opens it, letting me go in
first.

Circe and his crew sees me the moment I walk in, relieved looks on their faces, that is until Mr. Grey comes in
and they all blush. I snicker. So he does have this effect on everyone, I'm relieved I wasn't the only one. Circe
finally stops ogling him and drags me to the changing room. He hands me the err clothes and closes the curtains.

I finish dressing and peeked out the curtains.

"Are you ready?" I grinned and all of them nodded excitedly. I came out and they shower me with compliments.
"Gorgeous.""Amazing." "It fits you perfectly darling."
Finally Circe shushed them.

"Go and try out your wings."