Tuesday morning
Ana
Okay what do I have to do today?
Schedule therapy
Find a physical trainer for my leg
Cook dinner
Hangout
I don't know if I want to use a VA therapist. I feel like if you are working with soldiers all the time that you would see PTSD wherever you go, right? I want a clean slate doctor. I want someone who can evaluate me without having talked about war with countless others and looking for the golden signs that mark me like the rest of them.
My dear Fifty Shades could probably help me find a therapist. He knows anyone and everyone so I think I could ask his opinion. And I know he actually sees one so he must know who the best in the field is. I will call him as soon as I get home.
I think I have to training one covered. I know a local gym probably have a trainer there that deals with hip/leg injuries. I know I much have made it worse with the jumping and helping Christian to bed last night. I can do that too.
I drive up to Mt. Man's house and head straight for the kitchen. Its fully loaded and has everything I could think of.
"What do you want for dinner tonight?!" I yell. I know he is around here somewhere.
I turn around and there he is like some kind of demented butler or something. Mt. Man has yet to shave his scruffy beard and is tall with long hair. He resembled the Duck Dynasty guys in a way but he is also built and fit in a way that says "I will hurt you"
"Well?" I ask as I move through the kitchen
"Pot Roast" he mumbled and sat down
I start to get the roast out of the chiller and get the vegetables out and the seasonings. As I slowly prepare dinner I am becoming more comfortable here. I like the trees outside the window and the very grand kitchen. I know that Mt. Man doesn't cook so this would mean that Sean would have been the one cooking. I feel bad now… time for a distraction.
"So you know that guy who was tailing me yesterday was sent by Christian to keep an eye one me?" I began. He always liked a new story.
His face looked shocked and he raised his eyebrow
"I know! That sounds way worse then what it meant. Apparently a former ex of his decided to go crazy and now has a license for a gun." I let that sink in. Okay I know I was supposed to be covered my an NDA but when you trust someone with your life you can trust them with your secrets as well. And if he is going to do me the solid by following me around he will have to know who the threat is.
"Hahaha" he laughs. I know he is thinking…someone with military grade shooting and scouting skills being stalked by a deranged ex who JUST got a gun is comical.
"Yeah I know I can take care of myself and you know that I would be more than fine with having my own back but Christian would feel better if I have an approved person looking out for me. It's sort of sweet when you think about it. But I don't trust new recruits so I was wonder if you could do me a favor. Would you follow him, follow me around?" I know I shouldn't ask this of him. But I don't know who else to ask because the other guys went home to their families. And I didn't have the money to pay them as a 24/7 job
"I will always protect you" he says in a serious tone.
"Thank you. But I don't know what this woman looks like exactly."
"I'll find their target." Then he gets up and goes to his gun room which has a lot of the equipment we used overseas. He walks down the stairs with a large duffle bag and heads out to see if he can get any information.
"Dinner is at 6!" I yell
I finish prepping the dinner and set it to cook. I have a couple hours to kill before dinner and I already did my unpacking. I pull out my case with my guns in it. It's a large silver case. Like a grande brief case you see in those agent movies. I got it because it reminded me of those movies and it made me feel cool. I open it up and see my riffle. Being a sniper wasn't a job that you smiled about in the military and neither was being THAT team. But my riffle has saved me and others and it had to be cleaned.
In the case I had my riffle, a couple 9mm and some knives that are concealable underneath clothing. I first service the guns. People's first mistake about guns is they don't respect guns. Ray taught me to respect guns and realize they are not toys. These are serious and needs to be treated as such, which is why I clean them right away. A lot can go wrong with a gun that is not serviced properly.
Now that I think of the threat looming over my head I take one 9mm and a thigh knife and out the rest away when I'm don't cleaning. No one is going to catch me unawares. When I strap the knife on my thigh underneath Christian's shorts it makes me feel like one of those line dancers/ hookers in the Moulin Rouge.
Time to call Christian
Christian
I am making no headway with this Mitchel shipping business and I am not happy that he is reluctant to sell to me. My associate who was heading and taking meetings with him said that he mumbled something about the character of a man. Mitchel had me there; I was not a good character. But damn I will get his company
I am sitting at my desk with Ros and the other managers of this project when my phone rings. I press speaker because I am still looking at the figures from Mitchel's business and see that they are stagnant. Just so-so.
"Grey" I don't have time for this, I was already late this morning and had to catch up fast. But oh how lovely and soft was my morning with Ana.
"You have a call from Anastasia Steele" Andrea said.
My face must have lit up like Christmas because my managers where holding in their smiles as I said to put her through.
"Hello baby" I felt no need to take her off speaker. Let everyone know that she is mine. I may have introduced her to some of them when she was here but I felt the need to flaunt my relationship.
"Hey Christian how's work?" She said. She always wants to know how I am. I love her. Now why can't I say it out loud?
"Busy because I was kept in late this morning" I say with a wicked smile at the people in front of me
"Hey! It was your house, I don't know how your alarm clock works." She laughs and sounds indignant
"Well darling what can I do for you?" I say with warmth. I always want to make her feel loved.
"Well I was calling to see your references for some person I need to speak to the VA. I know you know the best of the best people in any given field" she says
Oh flattery from her means she doesn't know something and trusts me to make the right decision for her. Oh she is giving me control of something! YES!
"Are you asking me to make a decision for you?" I say with a grin
"Well right now I am. I need to find a therapist for my review and I want someone who can give me a fresh opinion without being swayed by past experience. The ones at the VA are great but I want someone fresh you know?" she trusts me because she knows I know the best in therapy.
"I will talk to a couple of people and give you a list of the best by tonight." I know Flynn while know who the best are. His expertise is in wackos, so maybe he knows someone who can give Ana some help.
"AWW love you!" she says with a giggle
"No worries you know I will always have you covered."
"Oh and I need that persons info from yesterday so I can give him my schedule." Oh Sawyer
"Taylor will send you that." At least she isn't upset about it anymore. PROGRESS!
"So how is the life of mergers and acquisitions?" she asks. Oh her lovely reference to our email tag
"Well my team is currently looking at me funny because of the way we are talking in the middle of the meeting." I laugh and they all have funny grins on their faces as they try to look busy, except Ros who no doubt finds our conversation adorable.
"YOU HAVE ME ON SPEAKER PHONE?!" Ana yells
"Yes" I say with a grin and I hear snickers from everyone
"I wouldn't have called if I knew I was interrupting something important."
She always feels like she is disrupting something with her presence when she makes everything better when she is with me.
Before I could answer Ros speaks up
"It's okay Ana, I don't think we ever saw Grey smile or laugh this much in all the time we have worked for him" she laughs with Ana
Hey! I am insulted but Ana speaks up
"He takes his work seriously and if he is too laid back people would fail to realize the gravity of a serious situation." She says
I look at Ros with a smirk
"… but you could smile every once in a while Christian. It wouldn't kill you to be nice either." Ana continued
Now Ros looks at me with a smirk.
"Well Ana what are you going to do for the rest of the day?"
"Well I am cooking pot roast for me and my roommate and then I am going to call the gym for physical therapy."
"I am still trying to get a guy to sell me a company who judges by character." I say with a sour mouth
"How old is the man?" she asks. Odd
"Around 70. Why?"
"What company is he from?" she asks
"Mitchel Shipping" where is she going with this?
"Is he ex-military?" I look at his file, yeah
"Yes, ex-marine" There is no way she knows this man
"I see your dilemma Christian. I am assuming you haven't had direct contact with him?" she said in a soft tone
"Well….no….I haven't" I don't like this being about something I did wrong. I have done this hundreds of times and it always went my way
"Call him and tell him you would like to talk business outside of a board room and see how he responds. My money says he will and you tell him your family is having a barbeque this weekend and it would be wonderful if he would do business there." She said it with such confidence
"Why?" I don't know why this would work. Keeping things professional was always best
"He is judging your character and not your company. If he wants character you show him your character. Then when he accepts you call Grace and tell her to arrange a barbeque at her place." My girl is a genius
"I'm going to call him while you are on the line and see how it goes." I dial Mitchel
"Mitchel Shipping." A receptionist says
"Hello this is Christian Grey calling for Adam Mitchel." I say
"Hold please." She clicks the phone
"This is Adam" he says in a gruff tone
"Hello Adam this is Christian Grey I would like to reschedule our meeting." I say I a business tone
"Get the pole out of your ass Christian." Ana whispers
Ros chuckles
"Uh huh when would you like to do that? When can I expect your manager in here?" he says in a somewhat mad tone
"Well I will be having a family get together at my home this Saturday and would like to talk in person about our arrangement." I believe that sounded right
"Well…" he sounded a caught off guard "That will be great with me. What is the dinner party for?"
"Oh no Adam it is not a dinner party my girlfriend just got home and we want to have a family barbeque to celebrate." I wanted it to sound like I am a family man.
"Barbeque? That sounds much better. I will be there. What should I bring?" who brings stuff to a barbeque if they were invited
"Beer" mumbles Ana
"We could always use some beer at a barbeque" I say
"Gotcha Grey, see you Saturday" he hangs up
Me and my team look at each other with huge grins on our faces!
"I told you so Christian" Ana laughs over the phone
"Damn! Ana I could just kiss you!" I say with a smile
"Save that for later, now you have to tell your mom to do a barbeque now. Gotta go baby I will call you later."
"Bye babe" I say and hang up.
"She is a genius Grey" Rose says as she hands me a file
"I know that's why I she is mine" I mumble
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What should happen with Leila? Should she make an appearance tonight?
