I scowled at the man in the mirror, running my hand over my hair for the millionth time. It won't stay down! Screw my hair, and screw Kade Kavanagh! I wouldn't be going through this excruciating cycle if it wasn't for him and his stupid article. I rue the day that he landed in the editor position of our school's newspaper. I should be studying for my upcoming finals but no, I am stuck getting ready to be a sad replacement for the currently ill stricken Kade. I hate this, I really fucking hate this I moaned as I I tried with all my might to make my hair lay flat one last time. Finally, giving up I gave out an exasperated breath and stuck my tongue out at the guy in the mirror with the huge blue eyes and copper hair.

Kade is my roommate, who for some god awful reason had to be sick today. Today, he was supposed to conduct an interview with some multi-industrial, multi-millionaire tycoon I've never heard of. And if it wasn't for Kade never would have or even thought I'd be in the same room with. Anyway, I have been volun-told to take his place at the interview in order for it to be in the school newspaper. So instead of studying for exams, which I have been stressing over for two months now, I will be taking the one hundred and sixty nine mile trek to downtown Seattle and face the cryptic CEO of Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.

I walk out of my room and found him on the couch looking like Rudolph, with his red nose and wearing his favorite shirt. A ridiculously too small for him, sleeveless shirt with a white rabbit printed too large for a grown man. I shook my head as our eyes met. "Please Andy, it took my nine months to land this. If I cancel we will be old men but the time I get it rescheduled. Come on, I'll even let you take the Benz."

I felt my eyes lit up, Kade is the owner of a shiny, red Mercedes CLK. "Fine I will take you up on that." I went over to him and extended my hand so that he could pass me his keys. Driving the Mercedes will be a lot more faster than driving Tank, my very old but very reliable Sierra. "Just don't forget how awesome your roommate is once Christmas comes around." He laughed as I smirked at him.

"I won't, thank you again for doing this." He said, wiping his nose, my stomach turned. Kade, even though stricken with the flu still looks like a GQ model. Some guys get all the luck.

"Yeah, yeah." I said feigning annoyance, he saw right through it giving me a smirk. I gathered all my necessary items for the trip and interview as I said goodbye and asked, "Do you need anything?"

"Yes, a swift death." He moaned, pulling the covered around him. I rolled my eyes, he can be such a kid some times.

"Well, I can't go to jail right now but I'll bring you something to knock you out and some soup." I heard him grunt his approval just before I started to walk out of the door into the hallway.

I made it to Seattle in record time, but I have to be honest I was on the verge of hyper speed. I really love the Benz! Finally, I reached the grand- eerily intimidating curved glass, twenty three story building. It had Grey House written discreetly in eight feet of steel directly above the main entryway. I whistled, what have I gotten myself into? I pulled at the color of my only buttoned down shirt, it took me twenty minutes to find it this morning. I just need to get this over with. Once, I stepped into the white sandstone lobby a large solid white marble desk greeted me.

I had to force myself not to grimace when I saw who was behind the desk, geeze maybe I should have ate more vegetables as a kid. A very groomed, blonde Viking who looked like a Hemsworth brother was currently looking at me with pierced lips. The ash suit he was wearing must cost more than Tank, I smoothed my jacket sleeves self consciously. I probably can't even afford to shop in the sale section of wherever he bought his suit at.

"I'm here to see Mr. Grey. Andrew Steele for Kade Kavanagh."

He snorted. Oh shit, do I have something in my teeth? Shit. I should have listened to Kade and borrow one of his suits. I watched as Thor swiftly snagged the phone and pressed a few buttons. He spoke very low in the mouth piece, I had a hard time trying to not look like I was straining to hear his words. Finally, for what seemed like too long he spoke.

"Mr. Kavanagh is expected Mr. Steele, please sign in here, take this badge and take the last set of elevators to the right of us." He pointed behind him, "You'll be heading to the twenty third floor." He handed me a security badge once I finished scribbling my name. "Have a nice time." He gave me a very pointed smirk, amusement shined brightly in his eyes. Jerk.

I snagged the badge and headed toward the hall that he pointed at. I had to succumb to the embarrassment of being searched and wanted by two security guards, who were both blonde and when they weren't barking orders at me were chatting in French to each other. Damn you, Kavanagh you're going to owe me big for all of this. Finally, I was able to get a small amount of peace as I lend against the back wall of the elevator. Too soon for comfort the elevator doors opened with a slight swoosh sound. Geeze, even the elevators are perfect in this place.

I found myself in another large lobby filled with glass and silver fixtures, but this time instead of white sans tone it was marbled. I found myself face to face with another blonde male. This is started to get ridiculous, he was dressed in an impeccable black suit his facial features sickly reminded me of Michaelangelo's David. I don't need this badge around my neck my looks alone label me as a Visitor.

"Hello Mr. Steele, will you please have a seat?" He spoke cheerily, well at least he's a whole lot nicer than Thor. I walked into a smaller seated area but the view caught my attention. The wall from behind a row of white leather chair was floor to ceiling glass. It showcased the Seattle skyline. Wow. I could just sit here and watch forever. I'm not sure how long I was paralyzed but I was only pulled out of my trance by a loud sound of someone clearing their throat.

Surprise, surprise another blonde. I'm beginning to think you have to be an ex model to work here. This blonde looked a little older than the other two but just as perfect looking. In fact, in the right lighting he looks like Brad Pitt. A sour taste grew in my mouth, I'm not body conscious; I'm lanky and plain not much too look at but still my ego is taking a lot of hits today. "Mr. Steele?" His voice was smooth like silk.

"Ugh… Y-yes?" I hate myself. I cleared my throat, trying to sound confident. "Yes."

The corner of his eyes crinkled, a smile almost formed, "Ms. Grey will be right with you. May I offer you a beverage or may I take your coat?" I began to clumsily take my coat off, refusing the drink offer. I'll spill it on myself. I was handing him my coat when his words sunk in.

MISS!

Ms. Grey? I thought I was interviewing a man, I'm going to KILL Kade when I get home. Why didn't I do some research when I decided to do this. Well now, all the blonde robots make sense now though. I bet she's a sixty something year old woman pining for youth and just surrounds herself with a parade of young men. A shiver went down my spine, that is just down right nasty.

I watched as Blonde Number to marched back to his desk and continued his work. I wonder if they are all blonde? I wonder if it's illegal to have you're entire staff be blonde and physically perfect? I was drifting off into a daydream when two floor to ceiling steel office doors opened and a small, petite Asian came walking out. Finally, someone not blonde. She was wearing a perfectly tailored black suit it went great with her pixie cut and bright smile. I definitely am very, like below sea level underdressed.

"Tennis on Thursday then Grey?" She turned to say through the doorway.

Whatever the reply was I couldn't hear but it made her give a chuckle before heading to elevator. As she went I watched as the first Blonde, The David, scurried over to call the elevator for her. Blonde Number Two came waltzing over a few moments later and announced, "Ms. Grey will see you now. There's no need to knock, just go on in." Egh.. I'm more nervous now that I know Grey is a woman. For some reason my grandmother's wet kisses came to mind. Ewe, Steele don't you dare think about that! Don't go there, I chastised myself as I headed toward the office doors.

I pushed passed the doors, I must have pushed too hard because instead of walking through I found myself tumbling head first. Fuck. My nose was flushed against the cold marble floor. I hate my clumsiness. I slowly picked myself up, I can't believe I'm in my hands and knees right I couldn't find the strength to look up yet but a pair of red, tall stilettos were next to me before I could blink twice. "Mr. Kavanagh are you alright?" A beautiful Soprano voice asked sounding more annoyed than concerned. I looked up. Oh. My. God. A beautiful young woman was staring down at me. Is it possible that I snapped my neck during my fall and I'm dead? She HAS to be angel she can NOT be real.

She was dressed in a elegant gray suit, her body was shaped beautiful and supplely. Her skin was flawless and her eyes were dangerously gray. Her hair ran down her body, slightly passed her elbows like curtains. Not one strand was out of place and it was so dark it reminded me of a raven's feather. In certain areas as the sunlight shone, it reflected green and blue like a oil spill. I can't believe how gorgeous and young she is. She can't be Ms. Grey, she is way too young. I shook my head. She took half a step towards me, "Do you need medical attention, Mr. Kavanagh?"

I shook my head again, scrambling to my feet as I finally found my voice.