Sorry for the ridicously late update!

You know what the first couple of weeks back at school is like- you hit the ground running and just keep on running!

Anyway hope you enjoy!

Chapter Four

Christian POV

I was trying to close this deal with the Japanese company to buy their ports, turn them into eco-friendly and give more people jobs than the current company were. It was becoming frustrating, everything I said they would throw something back at me, going against what I was saying and reasons why it wouldn't work.

I was at my wits end when my email pinged, it was from Ted and Phoebe's school and I wondered how late Ted was to his last class. This isn't the first time this has happened; I was going to kill him.

I quickly closed the deal, giving them much more than I probably should but I needed to see this email and get to Ted before he got home.

From: Seattle Independent School

Subject: Red word alert.

Date: March 23 2028 13:58

To: Christian Grey

Attachments: Email manuscript

We have alerted one of the many red words that you sent us a list of. This one being in an email from your daughter, Phoebe Grey, to her cousin, Rebecca Grey. The red words in this email conversation were:

Stalker

Date

We have attached the manuscript of the emails between the two girls so you can read for yourself. We hope this hasn't caused you any unnecessary trouble.

Many thanks,

Karen Kent

Head Secretary, Seattle Independent School.

Stalker? Oh shit. Please no. I click the attachment and skim through the conversation. Something about lunch, me, Andre (will have to check that later on) and ah, there's the stalker word.

From: Phoebe Grey

Subject: Onslaught…

Date: March 23 2028 13:50

To: Rebecca Grey

Wasn't ready for that! Jesus girl a second date already! Moving a bit quick don't you think? (Now who do I sound like, oh God! LOL!) But I'm happy for you, better than the jerks before. No names mentioned *COUGH ANDRE COUGH*

You best keep me posted on this ongoing situation! And where was I at lunch? Well, if I was to tell you then your amazing investigation, well, stalker skills that you inherited from my father will be totally wasted… and I would really hate to waste such valuable skills.

Phoebe Grey

I knew it had something to do with my father, it always does.

I breathed a sigh of relief, it was nothing terribly major and she didn't have a real stalker. But the fact that Phoebe was not with Rebecca at lunch worries me a little. Where the hell was she then?

There is no way to approach this with Phoebe without her going off on one again. She already suspects I had something to do with the changing of Rebecca's name at school, well I did, that was the only way I would get access to her emails as they wouldn't allow me access to someone with a different surname to my own. Best decision I ever made; it keeps them both safe.

She doesn't know the reason why I changed the surname and she doesn't seem to have an inkling about it either, which is a good sign but how the hell do I broach this with her?

Oh, I'm going to let Ana sort this out. She is way better than me at this and plus Phoebe and I aren't on best terms at the minute. Regardless of that I still need to know where my daughter was at lunchtime today. I swear I have no control of her and personally I'd rather deal with awkward Japanese dealers any day of the week, I know how to control them, manipulate them. My daughter, I don't have a clue.

Ana POV

My day had been surprisingly calm with only a few manuscripts and two meetings. I was getting an early day, for once and it felt good. I just hoped to God that Phoebe and Christian weren't going to be at each others throats tonight; I wanted to carry on my relaxing day at home but I doubt that will happen. Another day another drama at the Grey household.

I pull up the drive and take my usually spot next to Christian, who actually was surprisingly home- which meant something was wrong. Brilliant.

I do sometimes miss the days where it was just Christian and I, those very early days in Escala were some of the best. No children and just us and our playroom, now we have to lock out door just in case on of the kids decide to barge in and demand something new that they want, or moan about their other sibling. I might take Christian back to Escala; try to relive our younger days, if only for a weekend. I sigh heavily and step out of the car trying to prepare myself for what ever blood sucking issue was taking residence within my family.

The kids weren't home and I was thankful for that, at least Christian could de-brief me on what ever was the problem. I could tell something was not right, Gail told me that Christian was in his office and I headed straight up.

He was sat in his chair, head in one hand and the other stroking his chin, he heard the door shut and jumped at the noise, evidently immerged in what ever he was thinking.

"Sorry! I apologised as I sat in the chair opposite him and I was suddenly thrown back to the first time I met Christian, sitting awkwardly in his office apologising for falling on my face.

"Don't say sorry babe," he remarked as he took the seat opposite me and his face suddenly took a serious turn.

"What's happened Christian? You haven't been home this early in about 13 years." He looked up at me and smirked a little.

"Oh Mrs Grey, you know me so well. I didn't want to bother you at work so I knew if I got home before you, you would know something was not right." I really wish Christian would just get to the point with, what ever this pressing problem was.

"Yes Christian, go on." I saw him take a deep inward breathe, obviously preparing himself for whatever he was about to say.

"Well I got an email from the school regarding the list of red words that I gave them. Well here's the manuscript of the e-mails between Phoebe and Rebecca today at school." He handed me the papers and sat at his desk. I scanned through the emails and couldn't see anything massively wrong with them- they were talking about boys? Like normal teenage girls do.

"Christian there is nothing wrong with this conversation, well nothing that jumps out as being a problem." He looked at me mystified, like I had totally missed something.

"Ana, she wasn't with Rebecca at lunch! So where was she then?" He looked strained, the only way he looks when he doesn't have control of a situation. Christian Grey's worst nightmare.

"Christian, she was probably with some other friends. She has more friends than just Rebecca you know? She was most probably winding Rebecca up, she has my smart mouth, remember? So less of your worrying- I am sure everything is normal, as long as she is not committing any form or crime or getting herself in trouble let her be." I could tell he was going to argue with me, so I stopped him before he could start, "You will let this go Christian, if not it will make things worse for you. You know she will ask why you are spying on her at school, better yet why Phoebe has the surname 'Grey' at school. Leave it and if it gets worse then we will intervene but for now let her live her life."

He looked defeated but I knew I was right. I knew this would only cause more trouble in this house- trouble that we, as a family, did not need.

"I'm going to talk to Gail regarding dinner and her plans for holiday time this year, as I want to go away as a family at some point and obviously we can't all be away at one point." I left the room and at the door turned around for my last say, "And Christian, I meant what I said. This is the last we will hear of this situation. Promise me?"

He huffed and sat back in his chair, almost as if he was about to have a schoolboy tantrum, but instead grabbed the manuscript and threw it in the bin. "I promise." He remarked, "Oh, and you owe me for this tonight Mrs Grey." He smirked at me and I walked out of his office, laughing and feeling very different to how I felt walking in.

Phoebe POV

Curiosity got the better of me and I decided to follow Luke home. See where he was living, to get a rough idea of the person he is. Well, I say that, if you look at my house it couldn't be more different to the person I am. I do like money, don't get me wrong, it isn't the end of the World if I didn't have any; but it does make life easier.

I kept my distance, two or three cars back, so he wouldn't see me. I could feel the rush of adrenaline cursing through my body, I felt like I was in a car chase; it was so stupid but I enjoyed it. We turned down a more remote road; it was a gated complex with four massive houses within. This was when my inner stalker was stopped as he punched in the code and the gates opened, letting him enter his World, a World I hope I would be part of eventually.

Mum and Dad were both in their offices when I arrived home, their usually positions, so I turned on the TV and kicked back after a very 'stressful' day. Mid-way through Pretty Little Liars I heard dads booming voice,

"Kids, dinner! You have a minute!" I was in a good mood after seeing where Luke lived, I knew if dad saw where he lived and the lifestyle he has he would approve. I know that is so low of him but is suppose he does want the best for me, now and in the future. I should really give him a break, I know he just wants the best but it can be so overbearing, well thank God for mom, she's always the voice of reason.

"Phoebe, I will not ask you again!" Ah, maybe I should move. Anyway, I wouldn't want a Gail speciality to go cold, such a waste!

See you next time!