I'd usually have Olivia or someone else fetch my lunch, but I decide to get it myself today. "You could use some fresh air after the day you've had, Grey," I think to myself. It appears as though the deal I've been trying to secure for 6 fucking months is going to fall through. After the meeting with Ros and the rest of my staff this morning, I had been sulking in my office all day and finally decided to do something about it. Sulking isn't my style.
I get off of the elevator and into the lobby and decide to head out to BJ's Café around the corner for my usual club sandwich but then realize that it's raining outside and I have no money or ID on me. Fuck. I turn around to ride the twenty floors back up to my office but something quickly catches my eye. A beautiful brunette, who appears to be soaking wet, looking disappointed as she speaks with Olivia. I'm instantly irritated, then curious. Well, I already know she isn't one of my employees. It's rare that I see someone around here that I don't recognize, unless they've scheduled an appointment. And those eyes...I notice them from all the way back here. They are a deep powder blue, and I could stare into them all day. What the hell, Grey? Pull yourself together, this isn't a fucking Lifetime movie. Who is this girl? I walk towards the front desk as the girl turns to walk away. Shit, I've missed her, and it's not like I can go running after her like a lunatic.
"Olivia, who was that, and what did she want?", I demand. She looks up at me like I've asked her to solve the world's hardest math problem.
"Oh, um hi Mr. Grey. That was a Miss Anastasia Steele inquiring about the internship program. I informed her that the deadline to submit was yesterday and that we are no longer accepting applications. She said that she saw the position listed on our site from a Google search. I guess I must have forgotten to take it down from the…."
"What?" I interrupt her. Usually none of our internship applicants are bold enough to take the time to actually come to the building and inquire about it in person. And this girl looked sort of sad, desperate even. Something in the back of my mind actually made me feel sorry for her.
"Is that all she wanted?", I ask Olivia.
"Um yes. I did offer to take down her name phone number, and email for future positions," Olivia squeaks.
Hmm. I'm already irritated, I'm starving, and I'm not really in the mood for doing any good deeds, but fuck it. The words are out of my mouth before I can even think about what I'm saying.
"Contact Miss Steele immediately and let her know that as an exception, we will allow her to submit her application. Make it clear that this does not guarantee an intern position here with us." I had to know more about this girl.
Olivia's eyes widen in shock, and she looks as if she doesn't understand what I've just said. You're not the only one, toots. Hell I've even shocked myself. What is going on with me today? That meeting has really fucked with my head, and I have got to get some food in me. I look at my Rolex and realize that it's 3:05pm, way past lunch time and almost time for Olivia to leave for the day. I decide to skip getting my own lunch and just have Olivia do it as usual before she goes.
"Uh um yes, ok Mr. Grey. I'll contact her immediately and let her know."
"First, stop whatever you're doing and go over to BJ's. I'll have my usual turkey and ham club sandwich and a large coffee." Maybe the coffee will snap me out of my funk.
"Yes Mr. Grey." Olivia shuts down the desktop computer and scurries to put on her jacket and heads out the door.
I sigh loudly. "Olivia," I call to her, irritated and hungry. "You'll need the company credit card from Andrea," I remind her. I haven't yet decided on whether or not I want all of my employees to carry a company card yet, so my policy is that if they need to run any errands, they have to request it from Andrea.
"Oh um, right." She turns back around to head to Andrea's office. Jesus, Olivia can be so annoying sometimes.
"Oh and Olivia, please remember to remove the internship listing from our website. We wouldn't want to have to make any more exceptions," I say curtly.
"Yes Mr. Grey."
I head back towards the elevator thinking about Anastasia Steele. Hmm. Miss Blue Eyes. What is it about her? I don't think I've ever spent this much time thinking about any woman, not even one of my subs. She looked so sweet and helpless, and those are not traits that I usually admire in people, unless they are tied down in my playroom with a ball gag in their mouths. Oh yes, Miss Steele did have such a sweet mouth, I'd love those lips wrapped around me.
Dammit Grey, you're going to be walking around the building with a hard on if you keep this up. That'd give the employees something to talk about. As soon as I get back into my office, I am on the phone with Welch requesting a background check on Anastasia Steele.