"Mr. Christian Grey, as I live and breathe," Kate said snidely. "What can I do for you," she asked and leaned back into her chair crossing her legs. Her hands were folded on top of her knees.

"Ms. Kavanagh, somehow when I accepted your request for an interview twenty-five years ago it never occurred to me that we would be here one day."

Her lips spread in the widest smile possible, exposing her feline nature as she stalked her prey. Her hands moved to grasp the arms of her computer chair and she leaned forward. "Surprising, isn't it?"

"What game are you playing, here?"

"A very fun one, I think. It took a while for me to figure out the rules and the pieces but things are finally falling into place."

"Whoever has been helping you; feeding you my work and information, will pay with more than what they took from me. I will bury them and you before this is all over!"

Kate's smile widened. "I'm sure that you'll try," the strawberry blonde told him and was distracted by the sight of someone walking down the corridor. Her smirk was wiped off her face and Kate turned back to stare him down. "You can go now," she told him, the coldness that she felt toward him seeping into her voice.

Kate listened to security assure her that Christian Grey was off the premises before hanging up the phone, putting her earring back in, and pushing herself up out of her chair. Her assistant looked up to see if her presence was needed but Kate waved her off, walking to Grey's office. She used both hands to push the glass doors open and Grey looked up at the sound of Kate's heels clacking on the hardwood floors.

When Grey had built this place the biggest decision that had been made was to make it as different from Grey House as possible. The polish and the cold aesthetic of marble had no place here. Here there were windows and light; touches of a place most would describe as home. There were window sills and the windows actually opened here; people didn't have to suffocate during their work day or wait for central air to kick in. This was a sanctuary for the people who worked here and for those affected by their work.

Grey knew from the look on her face that Kate was not pleased. "What's wrong?"

She threw her head back and let out a cackle. "I don't know how someone as smart and conniving as you are could be completely unaware of the fact that Christian Grey was here at Marquand Enterprises, in my fucking office. I thought that you were uber spy!"

"He's scared," Grey half-whispered, impressed at the work that they were doing. "Your press conference this morning must have done the job. That's good. It means he's looking harder for answers."

"It also means that he's that much closer to finding you. Are you ready for that kind of exposure? Your whole life has been guarded and protected. Once the cat's out of the bag that's it."

"That's kind of the point, Aunt Kate." Grey got up and picked up a photo frame. "I'm not turning my back on the plan. Provisions have been made and plans produced."

"As long as you know what you're doing," Kate said. "But still, you need to pay more attention. The whole jig would have been up if he had seen you. This will all be for nothing if he exposes you before you get the chance to finish this."

"Don't worry," Grey told her and gave her a wink. "I've got this covered."

Christian hung up the phone for what seemed like the hundredth time and waved at Taylor closer. "What the hell is going on with my fucking company?"

"I might actually have some answers to that," Taylor told him. "You asked me to look into Ms. Steele, or as she later became known as Mrs. Jose Rodriguez."

Christian loosened his tie and yanked it off. "And what did you find," he asked through gritted teeth.

"Mrs. Rodriguez was diagnosed with cervical cancer about seven years ago, she passed away three years ago."

Christian turned to look at Taylor, his eyes like dry ice that burned anything that came in contact with it. "Why didn't I know about this?"

"There were no obituaries, the funeral was private and her body was buried on private property. Ana lived a quiet life with her husband, publishing her novels under a pen name. Apparently she had written several books before her death that were unpublished; parts of series that had a quiet following. That was why the news of her death among her readers went unknown. Jose sold them to the publishing company and they continued to print for a few more years."

"Anything else?"

Taylor opened his mouth to speak when Ros came rushing in. "It's a takeover," she yelled at him.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Marquand Enterprises; they're forcing a hostile take over!"