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Chapter Two – Blood

She ended up giving me a visitor's pass, after I had it in my hand I smiled lightly as if I didn't want to smack her in her perfect blond locks. I didn't even thank her when I left, I so don't belong here, but I am still going to have fun on my way up there.

I walked to the elevators and smiled at the two security men, who looked like the secret service guys you'd see in movies like White House down, or Olympus has Fallen. Patting both them when the elevator opened I spoke.

"Yep, just the hooker Mr. Grey ordered, nothing wrong here."

Both men moved from their perfect stance and looked at me completely shocked, at first it looked like they were going to do something but I assured them it was a joke and the doors closed. The elevator was kind of fast as it zoomed me to my floor. At first I thought I was going to die, and when it stopped, I had to wait for my guts to get up here with me.

The doors slowly slide open and not I'm in yet another sandstone lobby with another blond dressed like the one down stairs. I was a bit shocked at first. For a second she looked just like the one down on the main floor.

She stood up and came to greet me. "Miss Steele, could you wait here please?" She asked gesturing to white leather chairs.

"Yea no problem, but it's Steel, not Steele." I corrected as I walked to the sofa.

Looking at the sofa made me want to lie down and not sit. And because I was raised the way I was I sat down then lay down. I made myself comfortable and sprawled all over the sofa, my purse laying on my chest.

Looking to my side, behind the chairs, was a spacious glass-walled meeting room with an equally spacious dark wood table and at least twenty matching chairs around it. Beyond that, there is a floor-to-ceiling window with a view of the Seattle skyline that looks out through the city toward the Sound. I wonder if anyone has ever thought about jumping out it.

After yawning I opened up my brown purse and grabbed the small note book that held all the questions. Well I don't know anything about this man, but that's ok, these questions will probably help me. Or just make a fool out of me…

I wonder what he looks like. Maybe he was like really old? Like fake brown wig old? Now, that would be pretty funny. Shifting I scooted myself down to where I could hang my legs over the arm rest and swing them when I wanted to.

I hated one-on-one interviews, sitting in a room with a complete stranger. I was damn lucky to get my job when I did. Should I tell him I suck at interviews like I did with my current boss? Sighing I shoved the questions into my purse and went for the necklace that hung around my neck. It was a beautiful piece of jewelry. A small clear crystal sat in the middle of a very small and gold design that went in a circular motion, almost looking like a moon, just with smaller details. It was attached to a gold chain.

This was a gift from my loving boyfriend for my birthday. It was just as creative as he was, and I love it still to this very day.

A woman was standing over me; I jumped a little not even noticing she came out. I dropped my necklace and sat up awkwardly, my legs still over the arm rest. She was yet another blond, triplets I was guessing.

"Miss Steel?" she asked

"Yes?" I answered.

"You are late, but Mr. Grey will see you in a moment. May I, take your jacket?" She seemed unsure with my red plaid long sleeve shirt. Did it really look like a jacket? Or are they just really blond?

"No, It's fine."

"Ok, have you been offered any refreshments?"

"No, but – " Just got someone in trouble…

The blond in front of me turns to frown at the one behind the desk. "Would you like tea, coffee, or water?"

"Tea." I answered

"Olivia, please fetch Miss Steel a cup of tea." Her voice was stern. Olivia scoots up immediately and scurries to a door on the other side of the foyer.

"Is Green Tea ok?" She asked turning back to me, I nodded and she apologized. "My apologies, Miss Steel, Olivia is our new intern. Please be seated. Mr. Grey will be another five minutes."

Olivia returns with a cup of hot tea. Damn, that was fast.

"Here you go, Miss Steele."

"Steel," I said accepting the cup of tea. "And thank you."

The second blond marches over to the large desk, her heel clicking and echoing on the sandstone floor. She sits and they both started their work. I looked at my old dirty converses, maybe if I wore heels people might think of me as a bad ass bitch? I mean the way she was walking was like she was about to pop a cap…

Is Mr. Grey a perv? All these women here are young and blond. Is that even legal? Oh man the thought of someone suing this place over blond women. Now that's a job for legally blond.

The door opens a few quiet minutes later and a tall, expensively dressed African-American man with short dreads exits. I look over myself, now I feel like I'm just visiting my dad…

He turns and says through the door. "Golf, this week, Grey."

Golf? Yuck! What is that man trying to do? Put someone to sleep?

I didn't hear a reply but from the smile it was a yes. The man looks in my direction, at me. I was still sitting up my body against my legs, which were still over the edge, and a cup of tea in my fingers. He gives a questionable stare but smiles anyway.

"Good afternoon ladies," he says as he departs through the sliding doors.

"Yea you to." I called as the doors close.

"Mr. Grey will see you now, Miss Steel. Do go through," The older blond says not to happy.

I maneuver myself off the couch and place the cup on the table. My legs do this log popping noise and I walk to the door.

"You don't need to knock, just go in." She smiles at me like I was a child.

Being Mr. Smooth I walked in, only to trip over one of my untied shoe laces and to land face first into the carpet of the office. Let's just say when I sat up my language wasn't black and white, it was very colorful.

My hand goes to my nose to make sure it didn't fall off. But instead I get a puddle of gushing blood, Mr. Grey and both blond women come to made aid.

Mr. Grey starts ordering the two blonds to get something, I wasn't paying attention to the voice, I was more concerned about the blood I was letting drip all over his carpet. I might have to pay for that…Damn.