Hey guys. I'm so sorry that I left you guys hanging, I truly am! I'm finally finished with finals and I'm ready to graduate. Now, I present Chapter 2! So far it'll be out of character for Christian due to my plot. Don't worry! He won't be a such a wussy as it progresses. Now, be patient guys. I appreciate it (:


As I gulp the last of my wine, she struts angrily onto the patio.

"Christian Grey! I called you twice today! We were supposed to meet with the jewelers about an hour ago and get a ring. You have no excuses." Elena rants loudly as she settles into a chair across from me. Rings? Again? I currently remember spending countless hours listening to debates on why each ring looks "simple." The last ring I saw was worth two million and it didn't appease her at all. Well, time to go again and waste even more time I don't have. The ironic thing about my life is that I have way too much money but not enough time.

"Why should I? Every time I go I usually just sit around with my laptop and wonder when you'll find the most lavish damn ring! I mean, you're wearing it, so why should I help?" I state loudly, trying to keep my annoyed emotions at bay. The thing about Elena was that she always felt like the victim, even if she was the one causing damage, she'd find a way to make herself as the lonely, defenseless orphan she was back then. Ideally, I wished she'd been more realistic just like me, but normally it's just petty behavior and excuses from her.

"Oh I see how it is Christian….How could you let me choose by myself? Don't you care about me getting a ring? I want it to look amazing on my hand, and damn it I'll search every store if I have to!" She yelled angrily, throwing the wine bottle across the tiled floor. With an angry flourish, she left. I resisted the urge to call the wedding off and just forget this mess.

Just two more months Christian…all you need is two more months and you'll have the company at its prime again.

The merging between these two companies better be damn worth it. With a heavy heart, I walk to the house and hope that Gail has Mac n' cheese ready.


All too soon it was Monday. In fact, it happens to be the best day of the week in my opinion. For some reason, most of my employees dread Mondays. When I'm walking around the building, I hear remarks like: "I had a family gathering" and "fun parties" and the usual; "worst day of the week."

I'm so fortunate I don't have to deal with family gatherings. My family is usually in different countries; touring, visiting, and just enjoying the fruits of wealth. Why oh why, would they stay in one spot for an extended amount of time?

I shake my internal thoughts and pass through the main office. Grey Enterprise is full of life and purpose, feeding me its energy and power. Of course, everyone notices my arrival, and the purpose rises. "Good-morning Mr. Grey, I have most of your interviewees waiting on your floor and all arrangements are still unclear for your 5 o'clock meeting." Lisa, my floor secretary, chirps nervously. My schedules haven't been the same since Andrea unfortunately. Andrea had been my former secretary/assistant in all things GEH and personal wise. Ever since her sudden death, Lisa has been in charge. Hopefully, I'll find someone more efficient and quick-witted for the job.

"Why is it so unclear? It's just a simple meeting with Mr. Raymond and his lawyer. What is so hard to schedule?!" I murmur icily, as I step in the elevator and punch the 18th button. It's eight in the morning and she's still planning the schedule? Ridiculous. Finally, I land on my floor and step out, ready to tackle my day with a slightly annoyed mood

So far, these interviews are becoming a waste of my time. Half of the people I interviewed were fresh out of high-school, hoping to get a flimsy and easy summer job. Around a quarter of them were more interested in me rather than the job, and two who were complete nut jobs, talking about me being a God to them. Only two more and I get to decide and get on with my life.

"Lisa?"

"Yes, Mr. Grey? Who would you like me to send?"

"Surprise me, I've got nothing to lose."

"Yes, sir."

A purposeful knock greets me.

"Come in." I murmur idly, waiting to be impressed somehow.

A stunning blonde woman strolls purposefully into my office, portfolio in hand and a brisk handshake with the other. She's around six feet tall, has very long and tan legs with a blonde bombshell body, all adorned with an angular and striking face. If anything, she should belong in "Sports Illustrated" rather than my company.

"Kate Kavanagh, nice to meet you Mr. Grey." She smiles coyly and sits down, ready for business.

"Well Ms. Kavanagh, it's a pleasure to meet you and welcome to my company. Now, first things first, let us discuss your resume." I plow on, looking down at the sheet of paper. Half an hour later, I'm pretty much convinced that Kate will be my new assistant. She's not shy, she's quick, and is a great sight to look at to be honest.

"Well Kate, thank you for your time and please wait in the reception where there'll be water, coffee, and pastries available." I murmur neutrally, as I take a sip of my morning coffee and review the next resume.

"No Mr. Grey, thank YOU for the interview." She playfully winks and struts off. If only Elena could be playfully nice. Time for Ms. Steele I suppose. Should I just tell her the position is taken? A timid and shaky knock raps my door, as if goading me to be more domineering than ever.

"Come in." I murmur. This feels like a waste of time already.

Suddenly, the door is pushed abruptly and a body falls to the floor in a heaping mess of papers.

Shit! "Ms. Steele! Are you alright!?" I ask, hurrying to the entrance to help her up. As she stands to her full height, I take in her appearance. She's wearing a clunky business jacket that has way too much padding, reaching around mid-thigh. Her starchy skirt is just inches off the floor, but it gives me a chance to see her white pantyhose with chunky black Mary Janes. I know I'm not the most fashionable guy, but…what is she wearing?! As she murmurs her thanks, she nervously tucks large amounts of frizzy brown hair behind her ear. The only thing that seems to be frizz-free are her unevenly chopped bangs. Fighting an amused laugh, I gesture her to my desk area. As I walk back, I fight the urge to stare at this odd woman who has obviously been shunned out of the fashion industry.

"Well let's get this interview started, shall we? Now, explain to me why you think you are qualified for this job." I murmur as neutrally as possible, trying not to laugh. As she gives me her reasons, I take in her face. Underneath her bangs, there are even more uneven eyebrows staring back at me, perfectly linked towards each other just waiting to be plucked. She had red-rimmed glasses that took over her face unsurprisingly.

However, her best…asset happened to be her eyes. They were dark blue, almost violet from the looks of it. Something about her eyes gave me a sense of calm in some odd way. There's an awkward silence. "Ah yes Ms. Steele, I understand. Now…I've been looking at your resume and it's impressive. I'm quite curious due to the fact that you're overqualified to be an assistant. You worked with other companies that have high prestige, you're trilingual, and you graduated with the highest honors. Haven't you considered working in an executive field?" I state, honestly curious as to why she doesn't push herself to an appropriate job.

"Well sir, I applied almost everywhere that has anything to do with finances and accounting and they're usually handed to someone else. I would like to start here to work my way up at the very least." Ms. Steele mumbles quietly. I note a hint of sadness in her response. What would be better? Efficiency or a nice presentation of my company? Ms. Steele or Ms. Kavanagh?

"Well Ms. Steele, you're resume is very impressive. I'm quite pleased that you're informed about my company and its purpose. There is heavy competition, and you are one of my top picks. Now, please head out to the reception room while I finish up here. Water and coffee are available upon request." I smile hesitantly as I eye her thin mustache twitch into a small smile. With mumbled thanks, she shuffles away hurriedly.

When the door closes I let out the biggest laugh I've been repressing for half an hour. This woman must live in a cave! A complete Neanderthal! As I take the last sips of my coffee, my excited fiancée strolls in.

"Is Kate going to be your new assistant?" She eyes me, as she sits on my desk.

"Maybe. Why? She's sort of qualified for the position." I say, swishing my coffee in the cup. Why so excited? Elena is a very jealous woman for no reason, so why the enthusiasm over a beautiful woman?

"Hire her Christian, she's a good friend of mine and needs the job." She explains happily. Ah, I see. She wants this to benefit her friend AND herself. Of course she would want someone to keep an eye on me while she's at the other company.

"Well Elena, I'm still not sure. Ms. Steele has a remarkable resume and she could be a great help to me in some areas. I want efficiency in this company." I explain.

"Oh c'mon Christian! Kate is very pretty, meaning she can represent this company appropriately, unlike that fashion catastrophe that's sitting in the reception area! Just looking at her gives me the urge to throw up. I suggest you pick the more attractive one…or do you have something to hide Christian?"

She's giving me her little trust issue speech, just goading me on. "Well Elena, I want efficiency, competency, and hard work. I don't need any of your friends trying to be my babysitter." I murmur icily. Who does she think she is? This is my dad's-no- my company and I need to start putting in my leadership and ideas to the table. Just because she and her family have worked closely with mine does not give her authority to choose who I hire.

"Well that's a shame. I feel like you're resorting back to your man-whoring ways. If anything my father may be upset if there's no wedding at all." Elena replies, giving a slow, sly smile.

Control. Exert it, feel it, be it. Christian do not strangle this bitch and throw her down the stairs. I steel myself. I can't believe women are so conniving!

"With that said, I suggest you leave Elena. I've got a lot of work ahead of me and if you'll excuse me, I'm going to choose who I deem fit." I state, picking up my papers and getting ready to call them in.

"Wait, what if you pick both? You can have the beauty and the brains. Just have Ms. Steele work in that room that your dad left old papers in and you're good to go." She replies, actually compromising with me. Hmm… actually that's not a bad idea…Ms. Steele and Ms. Kavanagh are some sights to look at, I'd just rather have one more hidden.

"Lisa, please send in Ms. Steele and Ms. Kavanagh."

"On their way sir."