A/N: I'm blown away by the response to this story. I will finish the others, not sure about During Eight months as it takes too much out of me emotionally, but the rest definitely.
So to say thank you. Here is Chapter 3
As usual, I don't own anything...except the mistakes, that's all mine.
Chapter 3: The first meeting
Christian POV:
When I look up however, it's more than just Ms. Bailey. It's also Ms. Shrek herself and fuck did my day just get better or what? The interview can wait. Shit, a billion dollar deal about to fall flat would not be able to drag me out of here now. I'm just where I want to be. When Ms. Shrek gets a clear view of me, she all but passes out. Pale as a fucking ghost, she looks to Ros who bursts out laughing.
Apparently, she got the fucking joke too.
"Mr Grey, this is Anastasia Steele." Ros introduces me to her with so much laughter that she's trying to hide and failing miserably. I don't really give a fuck right now. I just want to know more about Anastasia Steele. "Anastasia, this is Mr. Christian Grey." She says to Ms. Shrek who seems to have gotten herself together. The pale complexion replaced with a beautiful pink blush that I would rather see on her behind sometime in the near future.
I get up and extend my hand to greet her. She looks shy and remorseful as she takes my hand. And then I feel it. A current running through my body like a shock of electricity. Looking into her blue eyes I can see the feeling is mutual. She grabs her hand and rubs it absentmindedly while looking straight into my eyes.
"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Grey." She says and no, there is definitely no humour in her voice today.
"Nice to meet you too, Anastasia." I move to sit back behind my desk and point to the two chairs in front of my desk.
"It's just Ana." She says and sits down next to Ros, who is yet to stop smiling.
Anastasia's look is very professional. Buttons all in place, something I rarely see. Beautiful brown hair running down her back. Blue eyes, perfectly manicured nails and from what I can see, the perfect size breasts. She is in one word…perfect. And that damn laughter from yesterday…I can still hear it if I try hard enough.
"To what do I owe the honour of this visit?" I ask Ros and she frowns.
"Anastasia. Sorry, Ana, is your new assistant." Oh fuck no…she's the perfect woman and now perfectly out of fucking reach. Rule number 1 and probably the only rule I've never broken is to not fuck the staff. Period. No exceptions. Well, this just sours my mood instantly. What the hell was she thinking? Walking through this damn building for six years and she's never noticed that there are no brunette's working here?
"But she's a brunette." Really Grey, that is the first thing out of your damn mouth?
"Yes, I can see that." Ros says and Anastasia gets a glint of anger in her eyes. Well, she better reign in that little temper if she is to work for me. No IF Grey, this is it.
"I can assure you Mr, Grey that the colour of my hair, strange as it sounds, won't influence my ability to do my job." The little fireball spits out and I keep my face perfectly neutral.
On the inside however, I'm thinking how to survive a month without Ros as there is no way on earth that the two of us will last three months. Not that I'm ready to back out of this challenge. I'm just being realistic. I'm giving it one month…tops. And even that's pushing it.
I'm also adding that to her list of misdemeanours. Yes, I might not be able to do anything to her now, but the contract is three months, maybe less. Definitely less. Just imagine how many misdemeanours she will be able to accumulate over such a long period. My hand is already twitching and my dick is starting to come to life in order to see what all the fuss is about.
"Well that's a comfort," Sarcasm Grey, really?
"Yes, I can see the two of you will get along just fine." Ros says as she stands up to leave. "I will take Ana to Andrea and then let her get to it. Luckily she's starting on a Friday, have the entire weekend to get her strength back. Thank God for weekends." She mumbles to herself, but I for one, and clearly Ms. Steele, could hear her just fucking fine.
I walk them to the door to find Andrea, Sawyer, Taylor, Sam from PR and Heather from HR outside my office door at Andrea's desk. All fucking smiling. There must be something in the damn water. I bet my next hour's income that there's a pool going at this very moment with who will break first.
"Now I know you have something better to do," Ros says in her normal casual manner. That's were the two of us are different, well apart from the obvious, I manage with an iron fist and she manage with a smile.
"Taylor, in my office…Now." I say and walk back hearing quick footsteps from the rest to get back to their offices.
Taylor closes the door and takes a seat in from of my desk while I regard him with a scowl on my face. It's too early in the damn day for this shit and yes, Ros was right. Thank God it's Friday. Sub or not, I don't want to be here without a plan and at this moment, I don't have a plan. I hate curve balls and everyone knew about this one…everyone except me.
"Sir?" Taylor asks to break the silence, but since he is nervous, another new trait he got yesterday, I guess he knows where this is going.
"Taylor, did you find out yesterday who Ms. Shrek is like I asked you to?" And you told me no, more than once for fucks sake.
"Yes, Sir." When I signal for him to continue, his newly-found nervousness is replaced with humour. "Ms. Steele had an appointment with Ros. I asked Ros about the nature of the meeting and well, Sir, see she made me promise not to tell. She said all would be revealed today. But Sir, I did not know that she was to be your new assistant… until a couple of minutes ago." He stops and I of all people can know how persuasive Ros can be.
"I see, and what do we know about Ms. Shrek…I mean Ms. Steele?" I need to get that damn movie and name out of my head.
He then hands me her back ground check, reminding me why he is still employed in the first place. I take the file and nod my dismissal before sitting back in my seat, feet on my desk and background check in my hand. Ms. Anastasia Rose Steele might think she got the better part of whatever deal Ros made with her, but mark my words, working for a month without Ros or not, I will have the last laugh…and I never lose.
Friday, 1st July 2011
Anastasia Rose Steele
DOB Sept 10, 1989, Montesano, WA
Address 1114 SW Green Street, Apartment 7,
Haven Height, Vancouver, WA 98888
Mobile No 360 959 4352
Social Security No 987-65-4320
Banking Details Wells Fargo Bank, Vancouver, WA 98888
Account No: 309361: Balance $24 520.16
Occupation: Undergraduate Student
WSU Vancouver College of Liberal Arts
English Major
GPA 4.0
Prior Education Montesano JR-SR High School
SAT Score 2150
Previous Employment Clayton's Hardware Store (Part Time)
Previous Employment Seattle Independent Publishers (Resigned)
Current Employment Grey Enterprises Holdings (Temporary)
Current Position Personal Assistant to CEO
Current Salary $10 000 per month
Employment period 3 months
Father Franklin A. Lambert
DOB: September 1, 1969; Deceased September 11, 1989
Mother Carla May Wilks Adams
DOB: July 18, 1970
m Frank Lambert
March 1, 1989, widowed Sept 11, 1989
m Raymond Steele
June 6, 1990; divorced July 12, 2006
m Stpehen Morton
August 16, 2006; divorced January 31, 2007
m Robbin (Bob) Adams
April 6, 2009
Political Affiliations None found
Religious Affiliations None found
Sexual Orientation None found
Relationships None indicated at present
Okay, so reading this, I havemore than one question for more than one person. First off, is Ros fucking insane. $10k for a personal assistant? What the hell? I'm employing her, not buying her. Secondly, now I may not know a lot about relationships, and I will be the first to admit that, but four marriages? That seems like a bit of…a commitment issue. I actually hope the daughter of Mrs. Adams inherited that from her mother. Or not. Shit this is so confusing.
Solid bank balance for her age. Father died when she was one day old. That must have been hard growing up. But then again, not knowing your biological father can sometimes be a blessing. The address is most definitely wrong and I make a note of telling her to change it…well right after I tell her about the background check. It's standard protocol for all employees, so it should be easy, but for some reason, I don't see it as being easy. Better leave that for next week Friday. She will have the entire weekend to calm down.
GPA 4.0. That is very good indeed. Means she's a clever girl. Won't take her long to realise that maybe a career in publishing won't be such a bad idea after all. For some reason however, and this is something Flynn needs to sort out, I don't want her to pursue that career. At least not right now. For right now, I'm willing to see how the fuck Ros thought this was a good idea. At least, it might provide some entertainment. The only question is, who will be the one laughing?
Ana POV:
Andrea just left after giving me her list, her very long list of 'do not do's', accompanied by a very short list of 'do's'. Seems she was right, Mr. Grey is a super control freak. Control freak meets unexperienced PA with a stubborn streak to match his control freakishness. This could be interesting or catastrophic. I'm wishing for the former and expecting the later. Best to be prepared in situations like this.
Around lunch time Mr. Grey has still not been seen, but boy has he been heard? He really likes to make his opinions and instructions very, very loud and clear. I feel sorry for every one coming out of his office and offer them a smile. One that some return reluctantly and some don't even acknowledge. Putting on my 'you don't scare me' face, I walk up to his office and softly tap on the door. If I'm honest with myself, this man scares the crap out of me.
"Yes," I hear through the door and frown at the closed door. Is that a yes you can come in or a yes I expect you to stand on this side and tell me what the hell you want? Only one way to find out and I open the door to walk in.
What I didn't expect however, was a yes I'll come to open the door myself and the door opens while my hand is still on the knop which causes me to land spectacularly at the feet of Mr. Grey. Just. Fucking. Perfect.
Feeling ever drop of blood rush to my face, I look up into a scowling face with laughing eyes. I didn't even know you can have two obviously contradicting expressions at the same time. When he extends his hand to help me up, I first think of refusing and then take it anyway. And there's that damn spark again. Chemistry is what Kate would call it. Fate is what Jose would call it. I just call it inappropriate and grab it out of his grasp the minute I'm on my feet.
"Excuse the interruption…" I start, but stop when I see the look in his eyes.
"And entrance, I suppose," He says pointing to the floor. Bastard. Is it too much to ask that he be a gentleman and complete ignores the fact that I just fell at his damn feet?
"Yes, that too." I spit out, immediately regretting my tone, but not finding it in myself to care too much. "I was just going out for lunch and wanted to know if you would like me to get you something." I say, still smoothing out my clothes and refusing to look at his smug face.
"That won't be necessary. My brother is on his way with lunch. His name is Elliot and he will be here in a couple of minutes. You are welcome to go to lunch after you show him in." He looks to me like I'm missing something and when I step back, he slams the door closed.
How utterly fucking rude? No thank you for asking. No get out of my office. Just a look and a slammed door in my face. No wonder he went through eight temps in eight days. I almost feel sorry for his poor parents. I'm sure they taught him better. The. Ungrateful. Ass.
I sit back at my desk, tapping my fingers at an alarming rate, contemplating ways to teach him a damn lesson in etiquette when the phone buzzes.
"Ms. Steele, Mr. Grey is on his way up." Says the lady at reception.
"Thank you," I say and then put the phone down. I get up to meet Mr. Elliot Grey in front of my desk to escort him straight into hell with a smile on my face since the door would be closed and I will be gone. Surely he can handle his brother? Had it been my brother, I would take him parachuting…and accidentally forget to give him his…before pushing him out of the fucking plane.
Aaaah yes, a smile at last.
When the elevator opens, a very handsome man walks out. He's wearing casual dark blue jeans, a tight fitting black t-shirt and boots. The bag in his hand clearly indicating that he did indeed bring lunch. The smile on his face tempting me to ask how two brothers can be so different. But it's the deeper part of me which gets me to snap back to reality. The part that has me wondering what my boss would look like in an outfit like that. I cannot entertain these thoughts and I won't. He's an ass, it won't be hard to use that to suppress these unwelcome thoughts.
"Oh well hello gorgeous. I see my brother has a new PA…again. Not that I'm complaining." He says with a voice that tells me that this man don't have a care in the world. There was probably nothing left after Mr. Control Freak took everything.
"Mr. Grey," I start and offer my hand which he brings to his lips, making me smile.
"Mr. Grey is either my father or my brother. I'm Elliot." He says with a smile that reaches his eyes and deep into his soul.
"Nice to meet you Elliot, I'm Ana."
I always like meeting pleasant, friendly, well-behaved people. But oh boy, then the door swings open and the temperature reaches well below zero in a nanosecond. So much for a good mood around here.
A/N: Please review, I love reading every single one of them.
PS: Background check is mostly from the book - Fifty Shades Freed.
