I did it on my own! Slept right through the night with no nightmares. Wow, I can't believe how good I feel. I text both mom and Christian to let them know I survived the ordeal and came out the other side. They both respond immediately saying they're very happy on my behalf. I shower quickly and dress then head for the kitchen.

Climbing onto one of the stools Mrs Jones senses my good mood. She immediately pours me orange juice and asks what I'd like to eat. 'Pancakes and bacon please' I say, she smiles and sets to work making the batter.

As I'm finishing eating and Mrs Jones is clearing up we hear something coming from the double doors by the entrance to the great room. Suddenly a girl appears, not much older than me. At first glance I think she looks like Ana, but she is thinner, paler and scruffy and almost ghost like. I immediately stand but she waves something that glints under the light and makes a gesture for me to stay where I am. I pale; I think she has a knife.

'What do you want Leila?' Mrs Jones asks gently. I whip my head round to look at her, Mrs Jones knows her.

'Mr Grey' the girl almost whispers hoarsely.

'Leila, Mr Grey is away on business and won't be back for a while, can I help you' says Mrs Jones, again gently but totally in control of the situation. I'm in awe of her.

'No, no-one can help' Leila whispers and with that tries to open up a vein in her wrist with the knife.

I run towards her, catching her as she falls, Mrs Jones is beside me with a towel which she puts over the wound and gets me to hold. She then runs back to the kitchen to fetch the first aid kit and upon finding the bandages wraps them tightly around to apply pressure in a bid to stem the flow of blood. I call for an ambulance and it isn't long before Mrs Jones is letting the paramedics in. They take Leila from me, putting her on a stretcher. Mrs Jones gives them as many details as she can and then they take her away.

I am covered in her blood and I think I'm in shock. I sit on the floor with my head in my hands. Mrs Jones kneels next to me and rubs my back. She remains so calm. Eventually we both rise and she tells me to go and shower and change whilst she cleans up. I just nod numbly and do as I'm told. I strip my clothes off and stand under the scalding hot shower for ages, I think of nothing but the red of the blood. I dress again and take my soiled clothes to Mrs Jones to clean. She tells me that she has informed Taylor of the situation.

I sit in Christian's chair in his study. I don't have to wait long for him to call; I knew he would as soon as Taylor told him. He's shocked, anxious and desperate to know that me and Mrs Jones are OK. I assure him that we're both good, just a little shaken. He's on his way with Taylor to the airport now and will be back later this evening. Ana will follow alone tomorrow.

Mrs Jones insists we must carry on as normal, as I head to work she carries on with her chores and will find out where Leila was taken. I arrive at Grey House realising again that I have driven here on automatic, not paying attention. I'm late but no one seems to notice, so I sit at my desk and pretend to work just letting the figures dance around on the screen.

At lunch time I go for a walk to try and clear my head. Then I see her in front of me, Olivia. She asks me to go for coffee and I follow her in to the place we happen to be stood by. I order and pay for us both as she finds a seat and I sit down opposite her. She talks non-stop and reminds me of Mia, I wouldn't get a word in if I tried. She doesn't notice that I'm not much company; she must just think I'm shy. We finish our coffees and wander back to the office together; as we enter she kisses my cheek again as a thank you and off she disappears into her elevator as I take a different one.

Again I sit in front of the screen of numbers and they still make no sense. I would have been better staying away today. A couple of the guys try to engage me in conversation commenting that it didn't take me long to get my feet under the table by going out with none other than 'Mr Grey's PA'. I blush but do not reply. Let them think what they want. It doesn't even occur to me that the news might filter back to Christian.

My blackberry vibrating with a text brings me out of my daydream. It's evening and late. The office is empty. Christian has texted to say he has landed and will be at Escala soon. I make my way out of the building to the car. This time I make sure I concentrate when I'm driving.

The SUV is already parked up in the garage so I know Christian has arrived back. I travel in the elevator thinking what a relief it is that he's back to sort all this mess out. I smile at him immediately when I see him stood by the piano; he doesn't return my smile but looks at me coldly with hatred in his eyes.

'I thought I could fucking trust you but it appears not. Get your things and get the fuck out of my life, I don't want to see you again and you don't work for me any more' he angrily bellows at me.

'Why' I stammer.

'Olivia' he roars.

'I haven't done anything'

'Don't fucking lie to me, just go' he shouts and turns his back on me.

I put my head down and walk back towards the elevator. I see Taylor shake his head in sympathy out of the corner of my eye. Mrs Jones comes with me as far as the elevator door.

'He's just in shock from earlier; it's been a traumatic day. He'll come round' she says.

'I don't think so, he hates me. He'll never forgive me and trust me again. Please give these to him and thank you for taking care of me' I say and hand her my car keys. I can't keep it now. I don't even pick up my bag, I just leave it behind. Then I turn and go. I think I hear her sob but don't dare turn round to see.

I send a text; 'SORRY' is all it says, to Christian. With that I switch off my phone so that I cannot be traced and board a bus heading towards Sea-Tac.