A/N: I do not own the characters from FSoG. The lovely and talented E.L. James is the sole owner. These characters are just playing in my Playroom. I do hold the rights to any of my own characters and the storyline.
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Now back to our story…..
Chapter 9
The next morning Ana was at work before anyone else. Since she couldn't sleep thanks to replaying the evening over and over in her mind, she got up, showered, and went to work. She was achy because of her work out with Leland Riggins, her trainer. He pushed her hard the night before, especially on the punching bag. Her arms were burning from throwing punches. She sat at her desk reading through a manuscript that a friend from SIP had sent her to read. Even though she worked at GEH, she still had dreams of owning and operating her own publishing company. Every now and then she would do Hannah, an assistant at SIP a favor and re-read through a potential book and make notes. She is marking in red ink the sentences she finds "iffy" when she hears the elevator ding. Ana looked up to see those grey eyes staring back at her.
"Good Morning, Mr. Grey. I have made coffee. Would you like a cup?" She asks. She doesn't smile nor does she frown.
"Uh…I thought you were resigning." Christian held his breath waiting for her answer.
"I would like to speak privately with you about that." She replied standing up. "Your office is already opened and I will go get your coffee." Christian nodded and went to his office as she scrambled to the breakroom. He was standing by his desk when she returned with his coffee. "I think I was too quick to offer my resignation. If you still want me as your OM and PA I would like to rescind that statement."
"Of course, Miss Steele." He fought not to smile. "I owe you an apology. I was completely out of line last night."
"Mr. Grey, maybe we should start over again." She offered her hand to him with a smile. "Good Morning, Mr. Grey, I am Anastasia Steele, your OM and PA."
Christian finally let the smile grace his face and took her hand. "Good Morning, Miss Steele, I am Christian Grey, CEO of GEH."
"It is a great pleasure to meet you, sir. Is there anything else you need?"
"No, Miss Steele, I have everything I need at this moment in time." He let go of her hand and went to his chair. "Miss Steele, thank you for staying with me."
Ana nodded. "Christian, can we be less formal, at least when we are alone here in your office?" She stepped toward his desk. "I think we should try to be friends."
"I would like that. Of course, I've never had a woman friend before…so if I fuc…mess up, please forgive me." He could feel a foreign feeling spread through his body. Was that happiness? "Ana?"
"Yes, Christian."
"You are still a beautiful woman."
Ana only smiled at him for a few seconds then walked out of his office.
Elena's POV
I know this is going to be the greatest day of my life. I have been asked to attend a meeting with Christian at GEH. I think he is going to invest more money into my salon chain or maybe he's going to offer me a position in his corporation. I've been telling him for years that I would be an asset for him in business. I know a lot of people in Seattle and Portland society and I know their secrets. Since I made Christian Grey, I do believe he owes me. I showed him how to control his life, how to be a Dom and how to enjoy the sexuality of BDSM. I taught him that love is weak and one must guard against it. Love only destroys strong people. I was the one who taught him about being ruthless and it has served him well in the business world. Yes, I take the credit for making THE Christian Grey!
He was such a pretty boy at age 15, long, lean, and beautiful to look at with his copper curls. I knew I had to have him, but he was a troubled kid. His adopted mother, Grace Trevelyan-Grey, my best-friend if I had a best friend, was always confiding in me about the heartache that she felt because of this troubled boy! He couldn't stand to be touched. He got into fights and had been suspended from many different schools. He was drinking and dabbling with marijuana. It was just a matter of time before Christian was arrested and sent to prison. I finally got my chance to have him when my husband at the time hired him to do some yard-work for the summer. I seduced him and from that time on he was mine. I used sex to control him. If he wanted to fuck me on a regular basis he would have to stop drinking, doing drugs, stop the fighting, and do better in school. He also had to do everything I asked of him. Within two weeks, I had that boy in my playroom whipping the shit out of him for my own pleasure. I did respect his wishes that I don't touch his chest or his back, but I had his perfect ass and legs to whip then I would fuck him until he couldn't walk. As he got older, his cock just got bigger and thicker. I loved sucking him off and tasting his young seed. He did better in school, so much better that he graduated from High School as Valedictorian. He went on to Harvard for three years and I would have to travel to have him. I kept my control over him even with the distance between us. He needed me. I was his life, his breathe, and his savior. I made sure of it!
When he dropped out of Harvard and came back to Seattle, I was there to collect him from the airport. His parents didn't know he was back until he showed up on their doorstep three days later, fully beaten and fucked by yours truly. It had been a three day event of a complete power-exchange. However, after that weekend, things changed. Christian no longer wanted to be my Sub. He wanted to become a Dom. I couldn't give up that big cock, so I "subbed" for him and took him around to the various clubs around Seattle that catered to our colorful lifestyle. I always told Christian that our lifestyle is like caviar, it's an acquired taste and only a few fortunate and truly strong people can truly embrace it and love it. He was one of the lucky ones! My control over him increased when I loaned him a hundred thousand dollars to start his company. In just two years he was on his way to the status that he enjoys today. I was paid back with interest, but my greatest achievement was THE Christian Grey. Now, today was the ultimate payback. I would sit beside Christian and we will run GEH together. After all, he owes me!
I am excited as I walk into GEH. This will be my new playground. The first thing I am going to do is get rid of that receptionist who looked at me like I was something from the trash. I guess she doesn't know the latest fashions. Jealous bitch! She is so nasty and hateful that she wouldn't let me use Christian's private elevator and I had to ride with the little people. That will end when I am part of this company. I will never be a part of the little people again. My days of washing the hair of old ladies and smelling old men who try to pinch my ass are over with. Oh, I will keep the salon chain because it makes money, but I won't ever work in them again. I'm going to sit up high in the clouds looking over our kingdom. Christian and I will be the king and queen of Seattle!
I walk off the elevator on Floor 30 which I know is Christian's floor. It's been awhile since I have been here and there are some differences. There is a receptionist desk that I try to avoid, but the little bitch behind the desk stops me and tells me that I have to sign in and wait in the waiting room until one of Christian's assistants can attend to me. Yeah, right, bitch…only Christian attends to me. As soon as I am able, that bitch is getting fired also. I will fire every woman who might be a threat to me and replace them with great looking young men that I can enjoy at my leisure. Oh, yes, nice, muscular, young men with stamina!
I sit on a red leather sofa. And, I wait. It's almost ten and no one has offered me coffee or tea. I should be treated like a queen. Don't these people know who I am? Don't they know how important I am to Christian? I saved his life. I understood his needs…I still understand his needs. Now, that I am back into his life, he won't need those mousy little Subs. I will sub for him and he can sub for me….oh yes…that will be nice….to take the cane to that muscular ass. I can't wait to wrap my lips around his cock. I bet he has missed me these last six years. No one can fuck him like I do. I know, because I make sure that any sub he has is inferior to me! I befriend them and when I see that they are forming romantic attachments to Christian I encourage them to tell him their feelings. Works like a charm! He gets rid of them that very day! I have taught him well. Love is for fools and weak-minded people!
I look at my watch and it is five till ten. I look up to see another blonde before me. "Mrs. Lincoln, if you will follow me to Conference Room A." Her voice is annoying. Yup, she's getting fired also.
I walk into the Conference Room with confidence. I own this room. I let my eyes scan the room and let everyone in there to gaze upon my beauty. They should be so lucky to be in my presence. I know most of these people…Christian sits at the head of the table and of course, Taylor is close by. He is another one that I would get rid of, but I know Christian would never let me fire that man! I will just have to learn to live with him. I notice that there is a seat next to Christian open. I smile. Ahhh, that must be my place of honor…at his right hand. I start to take a step towards him when this little brunette comes into the room from another entrance and takes my seat. I stop suddenly in shock when I see Christian look at her with awe like she is the Virgin Mary. What the fuck? Who is this little bitch that dares to take my place? How dare she? I will show her. I will take a cat o'nine tails to her. I will make her scream for mercy and laugh as I keep raining the blows down her back and her little ass!
Christian finally notices me and stands up. Yes, finally. He will tell that little bitch to get out of my seat of honor!
"Mrs. Lincoln, please sit." He motions to the seat at the far end of the table, opposite of him. This isn't correct. What is going on? I smile. Oh, I see…we are equals so he is giving me equal footing with him. What a sweet boy? I will let him smell my pussy later on! I sit with the attitude that I own this place because in a sense I do. It is because of me that Christian is a success! He sits and different begin to speak.
I'm not listening as that mousy little bitch began to speak about some deal with some guy name Chesney then I hear the name of my salon chain…then I hear embezzlement…money missing…I look up to see all eyes on me. Did that little bitch just accuse me of something?
"It has come to my attention that there are major accounting mistakes in regards to the Escala Salons. After continued investigation there is evidence of skimming profits and embezzlement on the part of my partner, Elena Lincoln." Christian announces. I feel faint. He's throwing me under the bus.
"I refuse to sit here and be accused of such crimes." I declared standing up and squaring my shoulders. I am in full Dom stance but I notice that no one is intimidated by me.
"I suggest you sit your ass down, Mrs. Lincoln." Christian said in his deep, cold voice. He is the Dom. He controls this room. I'm fucked! I look around to the faces of these people who are staring at me like I am the devil incarnate. "We have enough evidence to have you arrested, Mrs. Lincoln." Why is he calling me Mrs. Lincoln? We are old friends. He is my pupil, my greatest achievement. "We have signed affidavits from representatives from the beauty suppliers that attest that the receipts that you sent to the accountants for payment are not the same receipts that were made out to you. We have your signatures on the original receipts when the supplies were received. What say you, Mrs. Lincoln?"
"It has to be a mistake. Christian, I would never try to steal from my own salons or from you. Whoever has fabricated this lie needs to be arrested." I hear myself say.
"Mrs. Lincoln, did you not take a shipment of three cases of Imperial Shampoo and Conditioner on May 6, 2011 for the price of $5 a unit which comes to $180 but sent a receipt to the accountants for $300? There were over one hundred such entrances on the books." The little mousy girl asks. Why is she even speaking to me? She has no right to speak to me.
"I have no idea what you are talking about it." I say not even looking at that girl or at Christian. I refuse to say anything more. I sit there with my arms crossed over my magnificent chest. These people can go straight to hell.
Christian motions to Taylor to go to the door. He opens it and the next thing I know I am being stood up and handcuffed by two uniformed police officers and they are reading me my Miranda Rights. I can't be arrested! I am Elena Lincoln. No one has the right to do this! "Christian, please…don't let them do this to me…Christian…don't I mean anything to you…Oh God! No!" I am fighting these men. I won't go. No I won't. The next thing I know I am on the ground being restrained. I would usually find this a part of foreplay, but these men are taking me to jail. Fuck, I'm screwed! Who did this? Who did this to me? I am brought to my feet and I see Christian leaning toward that little girl and whispering to her. His hand is on her back. Fuck…she did it. I know it was her. Damn fucking bitch. I will get her. I know my ex-husband won't let me stay in jail. He cares too much for his precious last name. I'll be out in a few hours and then I will kill that bitch!
