It's been a frantic morning for me, my name's Christian Grey, orphan, shy guy, a bit of a recluse really. Yet this morning I'm doing the mother of all favours for my best friend Jose, the damn bastard got sick just before he was supposed to interview this big shot business woman for the College newspaper. So guess what I'm doing? Yeah, I'm filling in… great.

I choose a tie from the few that I have laying around on my floor and begin putting it on as I grab my toast from the toaster. "Christian, thanks man, I owe you big time," I look at Jose, poor guy looks like crap, "Only for you, anyway… uh, I don't have the questions." Jose points to the coffee table in front of him "On there… thanks, again," I give him a wry smile as I grab the paper and head out for my unplanned interview with the richest, most influential woman in the state. I look at the notes briefly as I allow my terribly old car's engine warm up, Anastasia Steele, CEO of Steele Publishing. I put the notes on my passenger seat and head off on the long drive to Seattle.

I pull up to the skyscraper that is my destination, the building's curves seem feminine but at the same time powerful, domineering even. As I walk through the lobby I wonder if I'll even be allowed to see Mrs. Steele… oh fuck, is it Mrs? Or Miss? Or something else entirely? I'm panicking before I arrive at the penthouse office floor that is just for Anastasia Steele. When I walk into the white marble interior, I notice the interns, they all look like Swedish models or something. All having blonde hair, blue eyes and are well built, better than myself even and I pride myself on having good aesthetics. One of the men from behind the desk looks up at me "Mr. Rodriguez, Miss Steele will see you soon. Have a seat." I hesitate, should I let him know that I'm not in fact Jose Rodriguez? I decide against it as I sit down slowly on one of the white leather couches adorning the sky lobby. So it's Miss Steele, CEO of Steele Publishing, got it. I wonder how old she is, for some reason I imagine this former 50 something librarian with glasses and grey hair, an iron lady so to speak. I hope that the questions shed some light on the woman herself, so I have a gaze at the questions, trying to draw a picture in my mind of who she is, hopefully so I don't make an absolute fool of myself in the 10 minutes she's granted for the interview. A business man bursting from the main office and scurrying away draws me away from my thoughts, his face was flushed and he looked deeply embarrassed as he stumbled away towards the elevator, dropping papers as he went. At that moment, the man who greeted me at the front desk says to me "Miss Steele is ready for you now, go right in". I get up, straighten my suit and walk towards the aforementioned door… well, here goes.

I stare at the closed door and swallow hard, when the man behind the desk says "Just go in, she knows your coming". I nod and push the door open, I must have pushed a little too hard as the door flew open and slammed into the door stop on the other side, rebounding and smacking me right in the forehead midstride. I drop my paper, recorder and my dignity all in that instant… this wasn't going well at all. I haven't even had time to start gathering my papers and recorder when I hear the clicks of high heels approaching me, I look up slowly and see her, she's stunning, she's young and she looks slightly amused at my clumsiness. "Mr. Rodriguez, quite an entrance I must say, are you ok?" I'm a bit too taken aback from her beauty, she really is gorgeous, looks about my age, has big rosy red lips, deep blue eyes and brunette hair tied back in a neat ponytail. "Uh… yes, um no…" She raises her eyebrows and crouches down to pick up my paper and recorders, she stands up and hands them to me, looking at me dead on she asks "Well, which is it? Yes or no?" She cocks her head slightly waiting for my response. My stupid sex driven brain is washing away any pure thoughts I might have been having. "Uh, yes I'm ok, I'm just not Jose… I mean Mr. Rodriguez," I stumble through my words as her face seems to question my statement. She walks towards her desk with purpose and asks me "Then who are you? I was supposed to have a quick interview with Mr. Rodriguez for the Washington State University Newspaper." I walk forward, slightly intimidated by this woman, "Yes, I'm filling in, my name's Christian Grey, I'm studying business." At this she turns to face me and gestures to one of the seats in front of her desk, "Well Mr. Grey, by all means, begin."