A/N: Hi everyone! This chapter starts the real plot of the story. I hope you like where I'm going with this, and I'm sure you will know where I'm going by the end of this chapter. Thanks for reading.

ch 3

"Hello, Grey Enterprises Holdings. This is Andrea speaking. How may I help you?" I hear from the other end of the phone.

"Hi, Andrea. This is Ana. Is Christian available?" I ask her.

I immediately tried to call my husband's cell phone following the call from Mr Jones, but it went straight to voicemail. Now I am trying to get him at the office.

"Hi, Mrs Grey. Mr Grey isn't here right now. He had to make a spur of the moment trip to your alma mater, actually. He said he was going to email you about it." She tells me.

"Oh. Alright then." I fail to mask my disappointment. "Thanks, Andrea. I'll talk to you later."

"Have a nice day, Mrs Grey."

Now what do I do?

I open up my email and see Christian's name in my inbox. I feel butterflies just at the sight of his name. You've got it bad, Steele… Grey.

From: Christian Trevelyan Grey

To: Anastasia Grey

Subject: Incompetent Fuckers

Hey baby. I'm sorry to tell you this over email, but I am on my way to the airstrip. Jason and I have to head over to the university. It would seem that the only way to get things done is to do it yourself.

I got a phone call this morning from one of the other potential investors in the agriculture project I've created up there. It would seem that they went on a tour of my supposed creation, only to find a bunch of stoned college kids pretending to be PhD candidates.

The project is far from on schedule, and I have been forced to realize that these "workers" are not to be trusted.

Now I have to go fly there, fire those fat fucks, and start from square one on this project.

I feel exhausted and I haven't even gotten in the air yet.

I wish I could hear your voice. You tend to dial my rage down a bit. Unfortunately for those fucking potheads, I will be in a full on Grey rage. I know how busy you are today, so I thought an email would allow you to hear from me at your convenience.

I love you, my sweet Anastasia.

I will be home before you go to bed tonight.

xxxx Christian

Christian Trevelyan Grey, CEO Grey Enterprises Holdings

Great! Now I have to go to see a lawyer for a relative I didn't know I had, by myself, and have to worry about Christian flying again.

"AGGGGGHH!" I growl at my computer screen.

"Everything okay, Ana?" I hear Rachel say from my office doorway.

"No." I tell her as I lay my head on my desk.

"Uh oh." Rachel walks into the room, and sits in the chair across from my desk. "Tell mama all about it?"

"That phone call from earlier?" I ask her, only continuing once she nods in recognition. "A lawyer."

"Why was a lawyer hounding you?"

"It appears that I had a cousin I didn't know about, and she has passed away. The lawyer would like to see me ASAP to discuss her estate."

"Oh. So was she like rich or something? Not that you need anymore wealth." She teases me.

"I have no idea what he wants to discuss with me. He was very vague, but he was insisting that I had to come in today." at this she looks shocked. "He told me this issue was time sensitive. I said that it wasn't a good time for me, but he said that whenever I got there that he would see me. I wonder if this is what life is going to be like for Mrs Christian Grey."

"That is entirely possible. You'll always have people bending over backwards just to impress you. Did you tell Christian about it?"

"I tried, but it would appear that he had to take care of some business last minute, and out of town. He sent me an email about it. He says he will be home tonight. The only problem is that the last time he was in a helicopter, he crashed. Add all of that on top of the stress of this damn book delivery, and I'll have a migraine by two."

"Yikes. How about this? Call your stud of a body guard, have him take you over to the law office. Deal with that right away. Sooner is always better. While you are gone I will continue to berate the delivery company. With all of that going on, Christian will be home before you know it." Rachel offers.

"I love you. Have I told you that today?" I ask her

"No, but you might want to keep that down around your hubby. I don't need a jealous CEO on my case." she winks at me, getting up to leave my office.

"Thanks, Rach. I'll come see you when I get back."

Rachel closes the door behind her after she gives me a soft wave and a smile. I'm so glad that my boss is my newest best friend. I take a deep breath and rub my fingers along my scalp, a vain attempt to get rid of some of the tension in my life. On more cleansing breath and I call Sawyer.

"Ma'am?" he says as a greeting.

"Once again, it's Ana." I gently scold. "I have to make a trip, so I need you to pull the car around."

"Yes, Ana. May I ask where we are going?" He asks, I'm sure wondering if he needs to run this past Taylor.

"I just received a call from an attorney. Apparently I have a relative who has passed away. I tried to contact Christian, but he must be in the air."

"The air, ma'am?" he questions.

"He and Taylor are flying to a work problem."

"I'll be waiting at the front door Mrs Grey."

"Welcome to Jackson, Goldman, and Mitchell. How may I assist you?" a middle aged woman asks from behind the reception desk in the lobby of the law firm.

"Hi. I'm Ana Grey. I'm here to see Mr Jones." I tell her, noticing her eyes widen a bit.

Yes, I'm that Ana Grey.

"Of course, Mrs Grey. Have a seat while a call him for you."

I take a seat next to Sawyer, who has stationed himself in full view of all entrances. Could you be any more conspicuous?

About a minute after a sit, I see an african american man of mid thirties approach me. He is dressed in an expensive suit, but not nearly as expensive as the ones Christian wears. Then again, who does wear suits as expensive as Christian? He smiles at me and eyes Sawyer up.

"Mrs Grey, I'm Alex Jones." he offers me his hand to shake.

"Pleasure to meet you Mr Jones. Please call me Ana." I say as I rise to shake his hand. "This is my CPO, Luke Sawyer."

"Nice to meet you both." Mr Jones says, then gestures to the hallway from which he just came. "Please follow me."

The three of us walk to an elevator, taking it up to the tenth floor. When we get out a take a deep breath. It would seem that I'm more nervous than I thought. I sort of feel like I'm being called to the principal's office.

We reach a corner office, and are offered seats across from Mr Jones' desk. I sit, but Sawyer insists on standing by the door.

"Thank you for meeting me on such short notice." he acknowledges, I nod to him. "Is your husband coming?"

"He couldn't make it." I explain. "He had to fly out for business."

"Well then, I guess I will just jump into it." he takes a deep breath, setting me further on edge. "As I said on the phone, you had a cousin named Jessica Daniels. Miss Daniels was in a motor vehicle accident early Tuesday morning. She was hit by a swerving truck, and due to the severe storm we had, she hydroplaned and crashed into the guardrail of an overpass." I gasp hearing this. "Her vehicle went off the edge of the overpass, and she passed on."

I start to tear up thinking how scared she had to be. I never met this girl, I have no emotional connection to her, but as a fellow human I feel for her. I can't imaging what went through her mind in her last moments.

"She had a will made, but it wasn't very specific. She had no family to speak of. Apparently her mother and father died a few years ago. She was twenty at the time. She did however specify that in the event of her death, she wanted the daughter of her uncle to be contacted." Mr Jones begins to explain. "For a woman of twenty five she was very responsible. I'm sure that had that driver not had too much to drink, she would still be alive and thriving."

"This is a lot to take in. So she knew about me?" I ask him.

"Yes and No. She knew that her uncle had a daughter right before he died. She also knew that you had never met them. She didn't have anyone else in her life, so she requested that we find you, and if you were willing, give you everything she had."

"Alright. You are sure you have the right girl?" I ask.

"Yes, ma'am. It may have been hard for Jessica to find you, due to your name change as a child, but attorneys have many resources available. You are the cousin of Jessica." He ensures.

"So what do we do now?" I ponder aloud.

"Now I inform you about the contents of Miss Daniels' estate." he says hesitantly. "I have a letter, written for you by Miss Daniels." he pauses. "But I feel it is important to tell you something first."

I don't like how this sounds. She must have some giant debts or something. Maybe I'll be stuck cleaning up some huge mess.

"The main reason we are here today is because, should you agree, Miss Daniels has left you full custody of her daughter."

I hear Sawyer begin to choke from his position near the door.

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" I ask, not believing what I heard.

"You have been left Miss Daniels' daughter."

I guess I heard right.