A.N/ hey! So this is my first fanfiction, I really hope you like it, R&R! Let me know what you think.

I don't own anything! Thank ALW, Kay and Leroux.

"Mr Desslar will see you now." The nasally voice of the secretary spoke.

Christine Daae took a deep breath and walked towards the large doors that lead into his office, her black heels smacking against the polished marble. She pushed open the doors and walked into his room. Long windows filled the room, streaming it with light and a black chair faced towards the windows it's back towards her.

"You must be Miss Daae, yes?" A deep voice sounded, like drizzled honey.

"Y-yes." She stammered.

He turned, faced her and stood; she was utterly captivated. He wore a long black suit, a white shirt and a black tie which looked far more expensive than anything she had ever seen before. His hair was jet black and stuck to his head, as though he ran his fingers through it often. His eyes the lightest shade of green-almost amber were entrancing. And his lips, oh his lips! They were full and perfect to kis- what was she saying! She barely knew the man! But the thing that caught her attention, was the white mask placed on the right side of his face. She blushed and dropped her gaze.

"I'm Erik Desslar," he stated. "It's a pleasure."

She glanced up at him, only to find him staring at her intensely. She took his offered hand and watched as he raised it to his lips, kissing the flesh on the back of her hand. She cleared her throat, smoothed out the black business suit she wore and sat down in one of the large chairs.

"I'm here about Gustave Daae's business." She spoke, more confidently than she felt. "He recently passed away and he left everything to you to do with the business, I don't know why though. Did you know Mr Daae, Mr Desslar?"

"Of course I did Christine. Do you mind if I call you Christine?" He asked, however, it was a question that didn't need an answer. "I helped your father out a long time ago when he began to struggle with debts and payed them off for him, after that...well, he told me he left me everything of his." He stared at her, seemingly looking into her soul.

"So can you just take over my fathers business from now? That's the only reason why I'm here." She chuckled nervously. "If I need to sign anything then I should do so now."

Erik could not believe his eyes. This young woman was Gustave's daughter? She was breathtakingly beautiful. Long brown locks fell down her back in curls and blue eyes gazed at him in question. He looked at her left hand for confirmation that she was not engaged, then remembered what Gustave had said all those years ago.

"No..no, I can just take over from now." Erik murmured. Christine's shoulders slumped in visible relief

"Thank god!" She laughed, a smile stretching her lips and showing white, perfectly straight teeth. She stood up to leave but Erik called out

"Christine wait...I think you may want to sit, I have some terms." Christine frowned,

"Terms?" She asked.

"Yes, you see, when I helped your father, he told me I could have everything that was his. He especially promised to help me find a wife. Although his searches rendered not one girl who was correct for me, he was still positive that he had one girl for me. It was you Christine. You belong to me, in a way."

Christine's face had gone cold, she could not believe her ears. Ice ran through her veins; then anger flushed through her body heating her face, which caused Erik's blood to warm as he watched the redness spread from her face to her neck and disappear from his view.

"My father would not sell me to a man like some cheap w-whore!" She shouted.

"It is written in his will." Erik smirked. "Come now I am rich, I am practically a billionaire, think about it Christine. You and I on a tropical beach somewhere far away and then think of your poor father once he realises his whole life's work- his company, is being thrown away because his little girl couldn't make the right choice."

"You must be the wrong Erik Desslar," she spat. "My father wouldn't talk to a manipulative, devious man like you!"

"Come, Christine." He clucked. "You wouldn't want your father to look down from heaven with a frown now would you? And what about poor Emma Daae? She must look at you in disappointment for not agreeing to this wealthy, successful business mans proposal."

"How dare you!" Christine hissed, her eyes blurred with unshed tears.

"Choose Christine, I have an appointment in fifteen minutes."

Christine's brain swirled. He was right, all her father had ever wanted was for her to marry, and her mother, her mother! All she ever wanted was for her to marry a successful business man which would mean midnight strolls on private grounds and hot tubs in every room of a mansion. They would be upset if she didn't accept, and Erik did seem sure of her parents and had pretty much summed them up. Oh god. But he was so handsome. He was staring at her and she felt heat rise up into her cheeks.

"Well?" He asked, raising a brow.

"Yes. I will marry you."