Notes ! : Ok this is a complete change to everything in the books of Shades. Ana is going to be changed, and some of the plots will be changed, but it's no problem because I'll be following the actual plots, but with some changes.

Chapter One – Asia

Biting the inside of my cheek I growl lightly, here I was staring at myself in the mirror trying to fix this little rat mess of hair.

"Damn it hair, couldn't we argue on a different day?" I asked running my comb through the dark brown strands. "Then again, it was my fault for going to sleep with my hair still wet…."

If anything this was all Kat's fault, she had to get sick, and now I was taking over for her. She wouldn't get sick so much if she didn't swap spit with every damn cute guy she could. I have more important things to be doing then this!

I should at least attempt to study for my exams; I mean it's better than all that cramming I did throughout my high school years. I sighed loudly and slammed my hands down on the white marble counter, I stared at myself.

Damn I was so pale; I looked like one of the Zombies from the Walking Dead! My eyes were blue, and not just any blue, the grey-blue kind. The grey is mostly around my irises and looks amazing when I'm out in the sun. But my pale ass isn't out in the sun as much as I want to be.

My eyes looked up to the semi-messed up mop I called my head. My hair was dark and brown, cut in a pixie sort of cut, just a little grown out. At the tips was a faded dark teal color, which was a huge mistake. It was the last time I got drunk with Kat when she was experimenting with hair dye kits. Well they looked faded enough not to really notice…Right?

"They are still so noticeable!" I groaned ruffling my hair to make it look something like the original style.

"Kate, my dearest roommate, I just want you to know… You pick the worst times to succumb to the flu… Because I know I'm next!" I hissed under my breath.

Since she was sick I am filling in for her. She made this interview with some hot shot, I don't know him, but hell who would I know? If I'm not at work, I'm in class, if not in class I'm here, and if not here I'm with my boyfriend doing something Geeky.

This is for the student newspaper. She wants this. I thought to myself giving up on my hair. I had to be the BFF and volunteer. But I have too much shit to worry about, cramming, B.S-ing an essay, and shit I have to work today!

But fucking no! I have to drive a hundred and sixty-five miles downtown to freaking Seattle in order to meet the head honcho of Grey Enterprises Holding Inc., who is no other then the major benefactor of our university. His time was supposed to be like mega important, a hell of a lot important then all of my life span. But did I care? Hell No.

Kate was laying on the couch, an old blanket thrown over her. She looked so…pitiful.

"Asia, I'm sorry. It took me forever to get this interview. It will take another six months to reschedule, but by then we'll both have already graduated. As the editor, I can't blow this off. Please!"

She sounds more terrible than she looks. She sat up to greet me as I left the bathroom, her voice was rasping, she sounded like she literately had a frog in it. Though in her sickness she still looks pretty damn good. That straw-berry blond hair, those bright green eyes…Damn it…

"Sure, Kit-kat, I got it, just relax." I hug my hips as I looked her over. "Maybe you should be in bed, sleep it off?"

"Yea I know." He paused and looked me over. "Are you seriously going in that? If you need a suit, I can lend you one."

"What's wrong with what I got on? I'm just going to interview him, it's not like I'm going to get married to the man." I shook my head lightly. "Do you want some Nyquil before I leave?"

She smiled lightly and nodded, still not approving of my choice in clothes to interview some big shot man. "Oh, Asia, these are the questions and my mini-disc recorder. Just press record here. Make lots of notes and I'll transcribe it all."

"But I know nothing of him!" I say loudly as I walk back into the bathroom to grab the nasty tasting Nyquil. When I came back I poured her a small cup filled.

"The questions will see you through. You should go, it's a pretty long drive, and I don't want you to be late."

"Look I'm already out the door, get back in bed, and when I get back I'll make you something to eat." I pointed to her and headed towards the door. I'm only doing this because I'm her friend…Shees!

"You're saving my life Asia!" She called in her sickly voice as I gathered up my small light brown leather purse and the car keys.

Kat will make an exceptional journalist, she's articulate, strong, persuasive, argumentative, beautiful, and she's a very dear friend.

The roads are clear as I set off from Vancouver, WA towards Portland and the I-5. It's still a littler early, and I don't need to be in Seattle until two this afternoon. Kat lent me her sporty Mercedes CLK. I would have rather drove my Chevy Impala (Which was a car I traded my old shitty VW Beetle for after falling in love with the TV series Supernatural.)

But Kat thought it would be faster if I take hers. So I wasn't going to argue with a sick person, and I was in her car. I drive like I'm in NASCAR, the roads are clear so I step on the gas and speed down the open road.

Standing in front of the headquarters I stare. It's a huge twenty- story office build, all curved glass and steel, an architect's wet dream. "Grey House" is written discreetly in steel over the glass front doors. It's a quarter after two when I arrive. I'm late and I know it, I didn't see that freaking cop and he gave me a ticket…How lovely.

Sucking up my guts I walk into an overly sizes glass, steel, and white sandstone lobby. Behind the solid sandstone desk, a very attractive, groomed, blonde young woman smiles weirdly at me. She's wearing the sharpest charcoal suit jacket and white shirt I have ever seen. She looks sexy.

"I'm here to – "

"The bathrooms are down the hall to the left." She gestures towards a long hallway to her right.

What the hell? Did she think I was some random person who needed to use the bathroom? Well I wasn't!

"I'm actually here to Mr. Grey, I'm Anastasia Steel, and I'm filling in for Katherine Kavanagh."

She looks me over again, "Oh, I'm sorry, excuse me one moment Miss Steel." Her eyebrow arched, but I just crossed my hands over my chest. I'm actually glad I didn't wear anything fancy to this place. The motivational pictures in high school said to "Stand out I a crowd." And that's what I'm doing.

Unlike most women who would come into fancy places like this and gussy up to meet some hot shot. I didn't wear and blazers or suits. I was in casual attire. Black converses, dully grey loose skinny jeans, a black tank-top and a plain long sleeve shirt.

"Ahh, Miss Kavanagh is expected. Please sign in here, Miss Steel. You'll want the last elevator on the left, press for the twentieth floor." She smiled at me and gestured towards the obvious row of elevators.

Bitch…