"I'm here to see Mr. Grey, Katherine Kavanagh for Anastasia Steele."
"Okay, please take a seat Ms. Kavanagh as I go let Mr. Grey know you are here." The redhead behind the desk says as she rises from her seat and leaves the front desk. She goes into a door that's a see-through like glass but has a tint so you can't see all the way through.
I scan my outfit once more to make sure everything's intact. I knew I should have taken Ana up on her offer to go get a new outfit for this interview, instead of wearing the same suit I've had since my junior year of college. The navy skirt suit with the white undershirt says I'm professional about this and I know I can do it, but in the back of my mind I'm freaking out.
I'm meeting with the Christian Grey, THE CRISITIAN GREY. The 27 year old, very successful Seattle man entrepreneur who owns Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc. Nervous doesn't even begin to describe my feelings right now. I can feel my heart beating a million miles an hour, so fast I feel like it could jump out of my body and win a marathon.
I feel like I've been waiting for hours in this room; I look down at the watch Ana let me borrow as good luck. It's been 2 minutes. Only 2 minutes. My eyes are darting around the room, scanning wall to wall. It's so organized and professional. How does a 27 year old come up with this? An interior designer had to have decorated the place; from the expensive looking art to the modern furniture to the crystal vase on the front desk. The walls are a light gray, that reminds me of the sky when it's about to snow on a cold winter day. The couch I'm seated on and the chair are a darker gray; the glass table that has a couple business magazines on it is made completely of glass, looks expensive.
The redhead comes back through the glass door and walks so she's standing by the desk that's a couple feet away from me. "Ms. Kavanagh, please go through this glass door," she points to the door she just walked out of. "There will be elevators on your left; please take that and go up to the 15th floor, where another secretary will meet you. Have a good day Ms. Kavanagh."
I stand up from my seat and adjust the skirt that has risen up from sitting down. I take a deep breath and count to three; something my mom always told me to do when I got nervous before an important event. I start walking to the door and open the door that leads to an empty hallway. There's the elevators that the redhead were going to be on my left, on the right there's 2 doors. I wonder where they go too.. I can't think of that right now, can't keep Mr. Grey waiting. I press the arrow to go up on the elevator; I wait nervously a couple seconds and the elevator bings that it's here and makes me jump a little. I walk into the elevator; there's classical music playing, classic elevator music. I press the 15th floor. I take three deep breaths again to calm my nerves while I'm alone in the elevator. It bings again, and I've reached the 15th floor. My stomach drops and my nerves skyrocket, I thought I was nervous before.
I walk out of the elevator and there's another redhead who's sitting at a desk. I walk up to the desk, "Katherine Kavanagh here for Mr. Grey."
"Yes, you have an appointment at 11. I'll let him know you're here Ms. Kavanagh." She dials on her phone that's sitting on the left corner of her desk, next to an expensive looking lamp. She stands up and walks to the same grey couch that I was sitting on downstairs, "you can have a seat right here Ms. Kavanagh," she points to the couch. I take a seat on the grey couch. I catch myself nervously biting my pinky nail; a habit I've had ever since I could remember.
How long could it take for him to be ready…What is he doing in there? Am I going to be what he expected? I've waited so long for this interview...What if it goes horrible? What if he thinks I'm just a dumb college kid? No, I tell myself, I know I can do this; I'm ready for this.
The gray glass door opens with precaution and there stands the most handsome man I have ever seen in my life looking me straight in my eyes and my heart stops for a second. Mr. Christian Grey.