Name: Christian Trevelyan Grey

Age: 28 years of age

Born: June 18, 1983,

Detroit, Michigan

Current Residence: Seattle, Washington

Biological Mother: Ella Anderson

Biological Father: N/A

Adoptive date: April 27, 1988

Adoptive Age: 4 years of age

Adoptive Mother: Grace Trevelyan Grey

Adoptive Father: Carrick Grey

Adoptive Siblings: Mia Grey (Sister) Elliot Grey (Brother)

Education: Harvard University (Dropped out after 2 years)

Occupation: CEO of Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc. (Manufacturing & Investments)

Networth: 2.2 billion

Spouse(s): None

Relationships: None found at present date

Sexual orientation: Unknown

Religion Affiliation: Unknown

Political Affiliation: Unknown

On each page, there is more information about his security details and let me just say he is heavily guarded. The other pages are images of his family and those he works with, it was surprising to see that he only hired blondes. Also, this guy had been through hell no wonder why people call him an asshole. The rest is banking information, recent purchases, and where he has been for the last 6 months. I finally close the folder after reading for what feels like hours. Now that I am mentally prepared I change out of clothes into a tank top and shorts and head off into the bedroom of the jet. I walk into the bathroom and wash my face and brush my teeth and slide under the crisp white sheets of the bed. I go to sleep nearly immediately when my head touches the ground.

I wake up to my alarm telling me it's 5 am, which also means that the plane will be landing in about 30 minutes. I stretch my tightened limbs, hop out of bed and head to the bathroom. I look at my reflection in the mirror to see my cheeks naturally red and my eyes are the lightest shade of blue they've ever been. What wonders 8 hours of sleep can do. My subconscious laughs at me while my inner goddess glares daggers at her. Even my dark circles are gone from working long hours with little to no sleep.

Once I'm out of the shower I decide on what to where conscious of the weaponry I need to hide. But first I need to pack my arms, I chose my MX8054 and Amt auto mag lll my knife and gun thigh holster. I choose to wear black thigh stockings to get rid of the discomfort of the holsters on my skin. To hide the bulge my gun and knife would make if I wear anything fitting I settle on a loose-fitting black T-shirt dress paired with grey suede knee high boots with a heel. I decide to curl my hair but brush it out until it sits in small waves on my shoulders.

I pack up all of my things, move to the front of the plane to take my seat, and prepare for landing. Once the plane has landed at Sea-tac I say my goodbyes to Jose. I get into the waiting silver Lexus Suv with tinted windows and fuck me I never would have guessed him of all people would be my driver.

"Sawyer," The exasperation clear in my voice. He starts the car up and rolls out into traffic.

"Steele, I'm not happy with this arrangement as much as you are." He glares at me through the rearview mirror as we stop at a red light.

"Awwn is someone upset they got their ass handed to them by a woman in front of their superiors," I reply in my most taunting voice and poke my lip out to give him a dramatic sad face.

"Nowhere near." He replies with resolve evident in his tone. He really doesn't want to pick a fight with us. My subconscious says with an evil smirk. Yeah, he learned his lesson the first time. My inner goddess agrees, eyeing her freshly manicured nails as if they were claws.

"Well I only kicked your ass because you underestimated me just because I'm a woman." All playfulness left my voice what is the subject that is very serious to me, women shouldn't be treated differently just because we are a woman. So when Sawyer jumped to conclusions and thought he could beat me because saw me weak and fragile just because I'm a female. I decided at that moment to make an example out of him to show everyone in that room what I and every woman could be capable of.

"I guess I did and I'm sorry for it," Sawyer says which sounds like a genuine apology and I can't help but smile at him.

"As long as you have learned from it it's all I can ask of you." I am truly glad that my message has gotten through to someone... one way or another.

"Those are some skills." he laughs wholeheartedly recalling the embarrassing event... for him, more of a triumphant experience for me.

"My stepdad Ray was in the military so I kind of already knew a couple things before I even started." I smile recalling training with Ray and how terrible I used to be while aiming my gun towards the target. But now it has all paid off because I never miss.

"That explains how you're the best of the best at such a young age," Sawyer replies with a bit of astonishment. what I don't get is how Sawyer calls me so young when he's only two years older than me. My subconscious looks at me with a raised brow. I look back at her with wide eyes and shrug my shoulders as if she didn't expect me to do a background check on Sawyer.

"You can't be much older than me," I say faking my lack of knowledge.

" I'm not I'm only twenty-six. "

" That explains the lack of maturity," I say playfulness to my voice. He chuckles lightly and stares at me through the rearview mirror. I stare back at his emerald green eyes our staring contest is short-lived when has to pay attention to the road again. We both laugh at our kid like humor. I feel the SUV come to a stop and I know I have met my new destination. Sawyer gets out of the car and comes around to open my door. Chivalry is not dead my inner goddess says with a slight rosy blush on her cheeks. I step out of the car with my heels coming into contact with the ground creating a slight clacking sound. Sawyer precedes to open the trunk gathering all of my bags are you walking with me into the hotel lobby. We make it to the reception desk and there is a man who by his name tag is Ted. He notices us walking towards him he quickly stands up and smiles, no doubt hotel policy.

"How can I help you?" He says warmly.

"The queen is dead," I answer back looking him right in the eye. His smile slowly begins to disappear as his former charade is gone.

"Miss Steele we have been waiting on your arrival. Top floor room 1509." He slips me the key and I nod my thank you. "We'll take your bags to your room." Ted gestures his head towards a bellboy in the corner. We hand him the bags and he disappears into the elevators.

Sawyer and I move towards the elevators acting like normal residents but before we get there we move towards the stairs instead. We're on the 5th floor when we find the black door, I use the key "Ted" gave to me and are met with an elevator. We get in and I press the red fifteen signaling for the top floor which is reserved for people like me and Sawyer. For the sake of not being discovered by any civilians in order to get to the top floor, you need a fingerprint and an eye scan for identification. The fingerprint scan was already done when I pressed the button for our floor I then position my eye towards the glowing red beam. We then hear over the speakers in the elevator an automated voice saying " Access granted." The red beam turns green and the elevator moves it's way up.

It doesn't take long until the elevator doors open revealing a line of doors on both sides of the hall parallel to one another. The walls painted in an off-white color and the carpet on the floor a blood red. No doubt to hide the mess agents make while we're here. We head towards the conference room perpendicular to the rooms parallel to one another. I open the glass doors with silver metal handle and take in the beauty of the room. It has white tile floors and a large coffee brown oval table that could seat about 15 people. There's a large sixty inch TV on the wall to my left the sunlight reflecting off of it from the large floor-to-ceiling windows that make up one wall giving a perfect view of Seattle.

This is as far as Sawyer can come with me. Since this is my assignment and Sawyer is only supposed to bring me here he can't stay with me during my briefing with my new contact. So I turn around to face Sawyer, I put my right hand on his left shoulder and thank him.

Thank you for coming all the way up here with me you didn't have to do that," I say matter-of-factly.

"I wanted to make sure you got up here safely even though I know you can take care of yourself." He flashes me a genuine smile before turning around and heading back to the elevators giving me a small wave before he disappears inside.

As the elevator doors close, I turn around and move towards the long oval table where I take a seat in the large black leather swivel chair at the head of the table. I turn the chair so I can face the floor to ceiling windows and admire the beautiful view that is Seattle while I wait for my contact. According to Jack he or she supposedly know everything about Christian, where he goes, who he is with, where he's supposed to be, Grey doesn't go anywhere without him or her. Though the information on him in the folder was enough the agency wanted to make sure I knew everything because the smallest details matter. One wrong word and every agent and their families including me and my family are at risk, that's why I need to be prepared for any scenario that may arise.

I turn around when I hear footsteps walking towards the door, yes I can hear footsteps on a carpet; its apart of the whole killing people is my job type thing I have going on. When my contact walks through the door I am met with a tall broad-shouldered man holding a briefcase with blonde hair shaved into a buzz cut. No doubt he's ex-military by the way he walks with a perfectly straight back and chest out, he vaguely reminds me of Ray. I stand and move away from the chair to shake his hand; his grip his firm but not too hard where it hurts.

"Hi, I'm Anastasia Steele but you can call me Ana,"I say after breaking away our handshake.

"Hi Ana, I'm Jason Taylor and I know who you are." He says matter factly, and I silently scolded myself for not thinking; of course, he knows your name. I walk back to the chair I was sitting in and he takes the one opposite of me and places his briefcase on the floor.

"How do you know so much about Grey?" I mean if he knows everything about him down to how he ties his shoes he has to be someone close.

"I'm head of his security and also his driver; for nearly four years."

"Oh, so how did you begin working for him?"

"Well after I left the military I was only twenty-five, I felt I needed to do more with my life. During my time in the military, I've seen things that would give psychopaths nightmares...It gave me nightmares. Bad people do these things they kill innocents, women, and children they show no mercy they are heartless. So I decided if I could stop them before they become monsters I can save countless lives. Ever since then I became an assassin I was out on the fields for a while but took a break from all of the action once my daughter Sophie was born." His eyes have a twinkle in them while he's talking about his daughter, I can tell he loves her very much.

"Why did you step back from the action?"I ask

"I felt every time I left for a mission I wasn't afraid of dying because I knew everyone would understand that me dying was me doing my job for the greater good. But the moment I held her in my arms I was hooked I couldn't just leave knowing I might never come back, having her grow up without a father was something I couldn't imagine in this lifetime or the next one. Now I just work undercover for the league." By the way, he has a small smile on his lips I can tell he is content with his work.

"What is it that you do now? I mean if your still apart fo the league then why have you been working for Grey for so long?" I can't help but wonder why has he worked for him for so long? My mission is new; you would think he has been working for him for a couple of months, not a couple of years.

"I was assigned to him when he first started his business, we knew Christian's company was going to become and have an impact on the economy good or bad; so I was sent to watch over him to find out what his agenda was."

"Like to figure out if he has good intentions and if he doesn't you report back and kill him." I try and sum up what he said to make sense of it all."Well if you've worked for him this long and from what I already know he's helping the planet; then why are you still assigned to him?"

"What Grey enterprises are doing is futuristic. Working on technology that will help the dying planet and is helping those who are in need.." He doesn't need to say anymore I already figured out why he's still on this long-lasting mission.

"There are people who don't want that to happen." He nods in agreement.

"Why I don't know maybe they're all just idiots." He murmurs the last part making me laugh."

"So you had to stay to protect him?"

"Yep." This the part that confuses me so I have to ask.

"Then why are you helping me? I am here to kill him and you his protector are helping."

"I wish he hadn't seen what he has but no he is a loose end the agency wants us to tie up. My obedience is to the agency and I do what they tell me. If anyone gets their hands on the list then my head is on a pike and me and my daughter's fate is sealed. I have killed people, important people whose followers want revenge. I will fight the devil himself to protect my daughter. Christian Grey knows too much but luckily he hasn't seen the entire list so my cover isn't blown but it's only a matter of time before he does so act fast."

"Tell me everything you know."