I know last chapter I said it would most likely be awhile before the next update. Well, I ended the chapter sooner than I originally planned and it was still flowing through my mind. I decided to get as much done as I could before the digital release of the movie today. Lo and behold, I managed to get it done around 1:30am this morning. I was going to wait til Sunday to post it, then decided that in honor of Jamie Dornan's birthday (33yrs old today!) and the Digital release of the Fifty Shades of Grey Movie, I will post it today. :)

Song selection for this chapter ~ I don't want to give it away. It's named in the story and will be pinned to the Pinterest story board.

All that's left to say is: Marsha, Marsha, Marsha!

LOL! Sorry, couldn't help myself.

Chapter 12

APOV

I enter the living area to find everyone seated around the dining table, sans Sawyer, who is seated in the chair by the window with his lunch. Alan and Alexis are on the left side, Becca and Georgia on the right, and Marsha at the furthest end, surrounded with her portfolio, iPad, phone, and whatever else she seems to think she needs, looking like a queen on her throne. I don't think so lady. The heated hushed discussion ends abruptly when they see me.

Marsha nails me with her icy glare. "Nice of you to join us." She greets with snide.

Oh, enough of this! "Seriously? I don't know what happened between the beginning of the event on Friday and taking off this morning, other than me meeting Christian, but you need to check your attitude. For someone whose job is at risk, you seem a little righteous. So can you please explain to me, to all of us, what your real problem is? It can't be just because you think Christian will be a distraction." I've walked to the other end of the table while I was talking and am now leaning forward against the back of the chair.

She remains cool, calm, and collected. "I didn't get to be one of the top PR reps in the country by being nice. From the moment you met him you started showing signs of him being a problem. Just like past clients I've had. The teenage Disney star that wants more time with her friends, the pop star that takes off with a new man or boyfriend, the rock star more interested in getting laid and partying. I could go on and on. All of them blew off meetings, interviews, sound checks, showed up late, drunk off their ass, high as kite, or just plain complained about everything," she pauses. "You left in the middle of the event on Friday. One second you're preaching about your abuse, the next you're looking at the balcony and taking off. ONE look at him and you went running to him, disappearing for 10 minutes. When you return you're flushed and flustered and then he's shooing us off, telling us he'll make sure you get home. And what happens the next morning? You send a blanket text saying you don't want to be disturbed over the weekend and will see us on the plane. You arrive with him, locking yourself in the bedroom until you're forced to take your seat, and then you sit there moping and on the verge of tears. Now you're arriving late to meetings. I'm not going to let it happen again."

I stare at her wide-eyed. "Not going to let it happen again?" I speak with venom. "Let me ask you this? Did I have anything scheduled this weekend? No? Didn't think so. It was my last free weekend to do as I wished before embarking on this tour. And because I choose to spend that time uninterrupted with the first man in my life that I feel something for, to care about me, that fell in love with me, because I show up three minutes late to a meeting IN MY ROOM, you immediately pass judgment on me and group me with your other clients. I am not your fucking puppet! You can't dictate what I, or anyone else for that matter, do in my down time. You don't get to tell me I can't have a love life. If you had given me the benefit of the doubt you would have seen I can manage that love life and my schedule just fine. I'm not some immature little girl. I survived hell and the whole world is about to know about it," I spit, then take a deep breath before continuing. "You should know this already Marsha. You've spent the last six months with me. But I can see you've formed your opinion. One I'm not going to put up with. Alexis…," I turn my gaze to her, standing with my arms crossed. She looks at me expectantly. "Are you up for becoming my PR rep? Do you think you could handle it?"

She looks flabbergasted for a beat, then seems to come back to herself and smiles brightly. "Of course Ana. I've been working closely with Ms. Park," she speaks the name sharply, "in order to keep the website and social media up to date. I know just about everything but these latest changes. I'm sure I can handle it."

The worry clawing at my belly eases. I'm not sure what I would have done if she said no. I give her an appreciative smile, "Thank you." I turn back to Marsha, my smile gone, my voice flat, "Well, there you have it. I have a new rep. You are dismissed. I suggest you find another line of work. One that doesn't involve working closely with or for others. Your people skills and objectivity are lacking." She rises silently, he face blank, a hint of regret in her eyes, and begins to gather everything on the table. "Take nothing but the phone. I know damn well GEH provided that iPad. And the portfolio, all the papers, anything pertaining to me, is covered under the NDA you signed with myself and SIP, and therefore belongs to me."

She slips her purse over her shoulder and walks toward me. I tense, not sure what she's going to do. Sawyer is behind her in an instant, ready to take action if needed. She stops beside me, speaking softly. "For what it's worth, you're right. I let my past experiences cloud what I know about you. The type of person I've learned you are. For that, I'm sorry." She looks toward the table, jerks her chin at what she left behind. "You may want to look at the requested change for GMA. They want a decision by 1pm," she turns back to me, placing her hand on my shoulder and squeezing gently. "Good luck Ana."

Sawyer escorts her out. As soon as the door shuts behind her there's a collective sigh of relief. It feels like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. It only last a moment before everyone jumps into action. Sawyer is on the phone with hotel management, Becca is calling Gwen, and Alexis takes Marsha's former seat, searching through the organized chaos. Alan and Georgia begin eating, talking amongst themselves. Me? I finally pull back the chair and collapse into it. Slipping off my flats, shrugging off my sweater, I sit back, close my eyes, and just breathe for a moment. I have a feeling that whatever Alexis is about to hit me with is going to be out of my comfort zone.

"Ana sweetie," I hear Georgia whisper to me. Opening my eyes, I find everyone looking at me. Different emotions in their eyes, mostly concern. This is not how this trip was supposed go.

"I'm fine. Just regrouping. But I need to know. Does anyone else have a problem with me being with Christian, or Christian in general? Before you answer, you should know that between meetings and conference calls, he's spending today rearranging and juggling his schedule so that he can join me for most, if not all, of the tour. He will most likely be busy during the day with his own things, but I expect he'll accompany me to the evening events and on weekends. He'll also stay with me in whatever suite or room I'm in, or I with him if he chooses to upgrade," I try so hard not blush after that. I have a point to make and that would just make light of what I'm trying to accomplish. "Basically, he's going to be a consistent presence. If you have a problem with that, let me know now. I don't want there to be any tension between any of us and have it cause problems down the line." When I finish, I direct my gaze on Becca as she was questioning the speed of our relationship on the plane.

No one responds. In fact, I'm surprised to find them all smiling at me, almost as if they're proud of me. For what? "What? Why are you all looking at me like that?"

Alan pretends to be interested in his food, but he's just picking at it with a damn smirk on his face. Alexis has unearthed a pencil from somewhere and has bit down on it as she returns her attention the papers in front of her. Sawyer just shrugs his shoulders. Georgia and Becca continue to look at me with those smiles that are starting to become creepy.

"Come on guys. Why are you looking at me funny?" I ask again, to my horror, my voice is whiny at the end. I hate not knowing what's going on. I feel like I'm the butt of a joke.

Finally Becca releases me from my mental torment. "It's just – for months we watched you give in to everything we threw at you. Today, you've delivered not one, but three 'put you in your place' speeches. It's nice to see you standing up for yourself. We're proud of you kid," she says with the return of her bubbly nature.

"Who knew all it took was a man and his….abilities, to get you to release you inner tigress," Alan quips. The room erupts into a roar of laughter.

I. am. mortified! "Oh my God! Alan! I can't believe you said that!" I screech, hiding my flaming face in my hands.

"Oh come on Ana. Who has been the subject of all three speeches?" He teases.

"Chrrriissttiiaann," Alexis drawls playfully.

"And what has been the only change between Friday evening and on the plane this morning?"

"Chrrriissttiiaann," this time Becca and Georgia join in.

"So it stands to reason that the man himself, or his skills, is responsible for the change in you. For the better, I might add." He says matter-of-factly. I peek between my fingers and he's sitting there looking smug. Oh so freaking proud of himself for drawing this conclusion. A sly look comes across his face. He reaches over to pull my hands down. "Now, tell me everything. How did you find out he can touch your back? Just how many skills did he show you? What was your favorite? Does he look as good naked as he -." His rapid-fire questions get cut-off by Alexis.

"Stop right there Ally." She demands, her voiced raised to be heard over his inquisition.

Uh oh! She pulled out the Ally card. It's a nickname she only uses when he starts to get carried away. And she means business.

"As much as I want to know all the details as well, we have a deadline fast approaching and other matters to discuss. Let's table that until later. It's time for business." She's no nonsense now and I can tell she's going to just fine in her new job.

Alan reluctantly agrees and sits back with his bottled water.

"Okay, GMA," Alexis starts while looking at the email they sent Marsha on the iPad. "They're really going for it. They have multiple requests, the biggest being due to the crowd, which is already reaching the level they've had for big name artists, they'd like to move the interview outside. Preferably Central Park, but would be happy with outside the studio. They want to have you out there with the fans. They'd also like to play with the 'Who is A.R. Steele?' hype by having all of us go out together and have the crowd guess who is the mysterious author. And to cap it off they'd like to give out signed copies of the autobiography as well as have you walk the perimeter to sign whatever they have with them." She looks up then.

What? Big crowd. Outside interview. But… "I…I…, but, I'm just an author. I'm not some pop star or A-list actor. I don't understand." My hands are clammy, my breaths are becoming shorter, and my heart rate is picking up. I can feel the panic creeping in. I don't do large crowds. Not when I'm the center of attention. Why do so many people care who the hell I am?

My chair is pulled back and turned slightly. Someone takes my hands. "Ana, look at me." It's Georgia. She has such a calm, serene nature. I meet her warm, brown eyes as she squats in front of me. "I need you to calm down sweetie. Deep breaths and think logically. You don't have to agree to any of it. As to why, well, who are you a huge fan of, so much that you've bought everything they've done, followed every bit of news?"

Why is she asking me this? She's been to my apartment; she's seen my bookcase and knows the answer. Her eyebrows rise as she silently prompts me to answer. Guess I'll play along. "Nora. Nora Roberts. More specifically J.D. Robb."

"Now imagine if you had no idea who the author was, just their name, and they were finally going to reveal their identity. On a national morning news show no less. Imagine you could be there and be one of the first people to see them in person, maybe even meet them, or get them to sign something. Wouldn't you be excited?" Her voice is filled with exuberance, her smile wide, eyes bright. I think she's imagining meeting her own favorite celebrity.

Seeing her perceived excitement at just the thought, I guess I can understand the draw tomorrow's show is getting. "Okay, yes. I get it. But it's not like GMA is the only chance to see me. I've got other TV appearances and book signings almost every night."

"Yes, but they want to be a part of the big reveal. The moment it happens and be able to say 'I was there'." Becca explains. "Now, come on kid. You need to make a decision; clocks ticking and you still need to eat." She pushes my lunch toward me.

My stomach rolls at the thought of eating. There's no possible way I can eat now. I'm too stressed out. I push it away. "I'm not hungry," I mutter.

"Ana, you haven't eaten since breakfast on the plane. I hardly think a small cup of yogurt is going to sustain you for the rest of the day," Becca persists.

I rise from my seat quickly, agitated. "It's barely been four hours. I'm fine. If I try to eat now, it's just going to make me sick. Would you back-off please?" She lifts her palms in surrender. I cross to the furthest window in the room and carefully slide the end table over so I can get in front of it. Seriously? Who puts a desk and an end table in front of a window? Some people actually like to look out them. And I desperately need a thinking spot. Once again my emotions are all over the place. I'm starting to wonder what the hell I was thinking when I agreed to all this. Unfortunately it's a little too late to back out now.

I stare out the window at Central Park across the street. It's a beautiful view. The trees are full of leaves and everything is green. The temperature is in the mid 70's and people are out enjoying it. I can see horse drawn carriages along the entrance wall, waiting for someone to hire them. I'd love to be able to take a carriage ride with Christian. After dark though. Now that would be romantic. Christian! I don't care if this makes me a wimp; I need some reassurance. I whip my phone out of my jeans pocket. Typing fast, I send him a text.

There are so many changes going on. I'm freaking out. Can you tell me something happy? A xoxo

I go back to my park watching while I await his reply. Slowly, the sunshine, blue sky, and greenery of the park begin to soothe my rough edges. It's not until I feel the vibration in my hand and hear the bubble pop of my text alert, that I crack a smile.

Oh baby, I wish I was there to hold you and tell you everything will be okay. All I can do right now is tell you I love you and I miss you. C xxoo P.S. - check your email. ;-)

My smile widens. I love him so much. How can something so simple make me feel so much better? My email pings and I open it anxiously.

From: Christian Grey

Subject: You

Date: May 12, 2014 09:47

To: A.R. Steele

Hey Beautiful,

I know you're feeling like a fish out of water right now, but I want you to remember that I love you and I'm always thinking of you. I'll be there before you know it. In the meantime…

Anastasia, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl

Nobody makes me feel the way you do

Adorable, alluring, arousing, attractive, and all mine – that's what you are

Steel, what you're made of. You can do this!

Talented, on the page and between the sheets

Amazed, by you. Song of same name by Lonestar – listen to it.

Sexy…I could feast on your body for hours and never get enough (Oh wait, I've already done that)

Inspiring, your life story. You've helped me. You'll help others.

Amour… Je t'aime

God damn you have a lot of A's in your name baby! I was going to send another email later, keeping it strictly sexual, but shit, I don't think I can come up with that many words or sentences that start with A.

Now dry your tears (Yes, I know this made you cry sweet girl), put on that confident, take charge, don't mess with me armor, and go do what you need to do.

I look forward to your call, but I'm here if you need me.

Christian Grey

CEO wishing he was in NYC, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.

This man is incredible. It's hard to believe that he has a reputation for being a cold, heartless, hard ass. But that's just his CEO persona. Underneath he has a heart of gold. And he's all mine. He's also right. I can't keep freaking out at every change.

I turn around; unaware I've been subconsciously playing with my necklace until all eyes are drawn to my hand sliding it back and forth. I drop it as I casually rest on the window ledge, slipping my phone and hands into my front pockets. "No to Central Park. It isn't fair to the people that are already waiting outside the studio to change the location. Yes to outside interview. The 'Who is A.R. Steele?' game is up to each of you. Yes to the giveaway. Send out a Tweet about it, to enter they should post a selfie of themselves at the studio and tag it back to me and GMA. After the interview 12 random names will be chosen."

Alexis finishes the email she was typing to the producer in charge of guests while I was talking. The rest are standing around, their eyes darting between each other and me. It's like they're having a silent conversation on who should approach me. It's actually quite comical and I find myself giggling. Now they're looking at me like I'm crazy which just makes me laugh harder. Eventually I'm laughing so hard I can't breathe and end up snorting. That starts off another round of laughing and I'm fanning my eyes because I'm crying. One by one everyone in the room is either laughing at me or with me, I can't be sure, as they collapse onto the couch or a chair. I don't really care. I'm just glad it's breaking the tension. And as the saying goes, all good things must come to an end.

"Okay….Okay," Alexis says through her dying fits of giggles. "The crew from People are going to be here any minute and we still need to make a decision on their request." She sends me a worried glance. "They just want to add some outside photos taken in the park, to the in suite shoot that was planned. It means they'll be here longer and Marsha had to bump Cosmo back a couple hours, but they were happy she agreed to their request also for a photo-shoot, in the park."

"What is it with everyone wanting to use the park? And why am I just now hearing about this?" What the hell was Marsha doing?

Alexis moves the iPad in gesture. "Based on the emails I've been able to read, she didn't tell them where you were staying until Friday evening. Saturday morning they both responded with their requests. She responded mid-morning, not long after your text that you didn't want to be disturbed. With Cosmo, she took it upon herself to agree to the shoot but she'd get back to them on location and with People she told them she had to clear it with you but to come prepared just in case you agreed."

Ring Ring,

Ring Ring

The desk phone causes me to jump as it rings. Sawyer strides over to answer it, speaking only a 'Yes sir,' and 'Thank you', before hanging up. "They're on their way up," he announces as he turns to look at me. "Miss Steele, what's your decision? I need to request some additional security if we'll be moving locations. I'll also need to grab more NDA's from my room. The concierge said there are seven people in the group. My information was for four. I don't have time to clear them." He has his phone ready, waiting for my answer.

"Would it be too much trouble to find out who these other people are first? Then if I agree we'll do the interview and indoor shots first while you arrange security."

He tips his head side to side, his eyes upturned like he's weighing the options. "How about I put in the call now so they can prepare?"

"Of course, whatever you feel is necessary." I nod in agreement.

With that he presses a button on his phone and lifts it to his ear as he strides down the short hallway to the foyer.

Taking a deep breath, I have to wonder, if it's always going to be like this.

CPOV

10:18am. It's only 10:18am. It feels like it should be a hell of a lot later than that. But then again, Ana and I never went to sleep last night, so that isn't helping any with my perspective on time. Between the phone call with Ana and her text a little bit ago, I need to get to New York NOW. I don't know what's going on, something I'm not too happy about, but I call tell she needs me there. I had hoped to be able to surprise her when she calls me later by already being there. Unfortunately I have a meeting at 11am that I simply cannot miss and Ros can't attend in my stead as she's over at SIP about to give a press conference with Copeland about his retirement and decision to sell to GEH, and the rebranding to Grey Publishing.

Just two days ago I assured Ana that she had nothing to worry about with the change over and the media. Today, given her state of mind, I have to admit I'm worried about there being backlash against her. She's one of the strongest women I know, and yet today, due to whatever has happened, she seems like she's hanging on by a thread, and if one more thing goes wrong that thread will snap.

I'm relieved that I was able to shuffle most of my schedule for the next few weeks and what I couldn't; Ros will take care of. We agreed she needed another person we could trust to take her overflow and met with Bryan Foster, one of our senior managers. His work is exemplary and he has proven himself to be a hard-working, loyal, and dedicated employee in his time at GEH since its inception. As a precaution, should he choose to accept the promotion, he'll be on a three-month trial. At that time, if he's proven himself to be worthy, I will take on more of a President title, working only on the biggest deals while Ros will become CEO and Foster will be COO. I know some may see it as poor business sense for me to make such drastic changes with my company that hasn't even reached its ten-year anniversary yet, but…I'll stick with my usual modus operandi – Fuck 'em! Grey House has exceeded expectations. Hell, it's surpassed my ten-year projections and we're only at year seven. We are literally making money hand over fist and will continue to do so even if I leave acquisitions all together. GEH can and will survive handsomely focusing on the companies we already have.

There's a sharp knock on my door and Taylor walks in just as I'm buzzing Andrea. "Yes, sir?"

"Andrea, have we heard back from Foster yet?" If he accepts the offer, maybe I can get him to cover the meeting.

"No sir. But I have had several calls from the department heads stating they were caught up in projects and trying to get out of the meeting."

This could be could news… "How many exactly?"

"Five, sir."

Five out of twelve department heads are too busy to attend the meeting. I, myself don't want to attend. This is excellent news. "Reschedule it Andrea. If Foster takes the promotion he can cover it, if he doesn't and Ros can't attend, put it on my schedule via video conference. Please call Stephan and have him ready the jet. I want to be wheels up within one hour if possible."

"Yes, s-, hang on sir. I've just received an email from Foster. He's accepted the offer."

Better, and better. "Wonderful. Let Ros know and schedule a meeting between them and HR so he can get started as soon as possible."

"Yes, sir."

I direct my attention to Taylor who has the muted TV tuned in to the press conference at SIP. He looks my way when he realizes I'm not longer talking to Andrea.

"Sorry sir. Given your relationship with Miss Steele and hers with SIP, I thought it prudent we watch the press conference together. That way we're not surprised if there's backlash." He's is usual gruff, impassive self, but I can tell he feels just as exhausted as I do. And yet he continues to remain sharp.

"Yes, I have to agree Taylor. Can you get in touch with Sawyer and have him get me Alexis Harrington's phone number?"

He narrows his eyes. "Should I know who that is Sir?"

I chuckle. He doesn't like to be kept in the dark. "No Taylor. Not yet anyway. I met her quickly on Friday evening. She's Ana's best friend and covers her online presence. She's in New York with Ana."

"Ah. Yes, sir." He pulls out his cell and begins typing a text message.

No sooner does he put his phone back in his pocket when Andrea buzzes me. "Mr. Grey, there's an Alexis Harrington on the line for you. She was cleared by Sawyer sir."

Taylor and I share a look. Coincidence? "It's fine Andrea. I know who she is."

"Yes, sir. She's on line one."

I pick up the handset and press the proper line. "Miss Harrington, I was just trying to get your number." I greet.

She giggles, "I know. Sawyer and I shared a chuckle over the fact that I was asking him for your office number the same time he received a text for mine. I figured it would be easier to ask for your office number over your cell and I don't want Ana to know I'm calling you."

"You would be correct Miss Harrington. But as you are Ana's best friend I will make sure you get my personal number. Now, since you don't want Ana to know you're calling me, I assume this has something to do with Ana. What's going on?" I'm trying to keep my cool and not let worry take over. It gets more difficult with each passing second.

"I know you're a super busy CEO, but as a friend talking to her best friends boyfriend, I have to ask if you could get her sooner rather than later. Whatever you sent her has done wonders to improve her mood and disposition, but I'm not sure how long it will last," she sighs. "Nothing has gone right today. Everything has had some type of change to it, more than one actually. And I had to throw all of them at her at the last minute because Marsha -. I'm getting ahead of myself. Ana will kill me if she finds out I told you."

What the fuck is going on? This is where my inner Dom wants to take over and demand answers. But I can't. I have to trust Ana. Sawyer would've called if it was necessary. "Then don't. Ana told me she would fill me in later. Just give me the basics and I'll get the details from her."

"The basics. Okay. Well, Ana fired Marsha. She was being a complete bitch. I'm taking on the PR duties. GMA has a huge crowd for tomorrow's show already so the interview has been moved outside, among other things. Both print interviews scheduled for today requested changes over the weekend and instead of emailing Ana so she could read it when available, Marsha took Ana's do not disturb text to mean all forms of communication. After dealing with the after effects of the Marsha ordeal and GMA, which really threw her for a loop, she was left with less than ten minutes to make a decision on the print changes."

Jesus! No wonder she was freaking out. I'm pulling at my hair as I say, "It's too much at once. You're right, if anything else goes wrong, she may very well snap. Where -,"

"Mr. Grey!" Taylor cuts me off, urgency in his tone. He's pointing to the television as he turns up the volume.

A national news station has pre-empted whatever show was to be on following the press conference. While a female anchor is talking, the banner across the bottom reads,

Special Bulletin: Grey Enterprises Holdings buys Seattle Independent Publishing.

The banner itself is of little consequence to me. It's what she's saying that is quickly becoming a big deal.

"….who is SIP's only author to make it to the New York Times Best Sellers List Top 10, not only once, but four times. After six years in hiding the mysterious author is scheduled to reveal their identity tomorrow on Good Morning America where a crowd large enough to rival that of their Summer Concert Series has already begun to wait."

They cut to a live picture of the crowd and I nearly swallow my tongue. Holy shit! It looks like what you'd see on New Year's Eve. Times Square has been taken over by fans.

After some menial talk about safety and crowd control, the anchor continues. "Even more interesting is, what does the author have to do with Christian Grey? The notable Billionaire CEO of GEH that many have dubbed America's Most Eligible Bachelor and who has never been seen with a woman other than his mother and sister, was snapped by an anonymous source leaving the Fairmont Olympic Hotel in Seattle on Friday evening, where none other than A.R. Steele was hosting a private event for select fans and local press that were sworn to secrecy. We have confirmed that the picture seen here, was taken with a cell phone less than ten minutes after the last of the guest departed. You can't see her face, but it is clear that Mr. Grey is helping a young brunette into his R8. Could this be the elusive author? Is she the reason he purchased SIP? As of yet both Mr. Grey and A.R. Steele could not be reached for comment. Our entertainment desk will continue to gather information. Stay tuned to our…"

"Turn it off!" I shout at Taylor. "Fuck! I want you find who took that picture Taylor. And get Ros to call me immediately. We need to shut this down. Ana can't find out about this until I tell her in person."

"Christian!" I almost jump at Alexis trying to get my attention. I didn't even realize I still had the phone pressed to my ear.

"Sorry Alexis. Where are you right now?"

"In Ana's bedroom so she can't hear me. She thinks I'm dealing with business."

"Good, you let her continue to think that. Where is she and is Sawyer with her?"

"Yes, he is. Everyone else is in the living area with the crew from People. They should be wrapping up the interview soon and moving on to the photo-shoot."

"Listen, I need you to make sure she stays away from any news sources, including entertainment channels. I don't know if you were able to hear that bullshit, but someone sold a picture of me helping a woman into my car Friday night. Because of the press conference about our purchase of SIP, they're speculating that the woman is Ana and that she's the reason we bought the company, completely ignoring the fact that Ros and Copeland made it perfectly clear that he approached us. I don't want her to find out about this from anyone but me. We'll make sure Sawyer is informed as well. I should be there by 8pm. Don't tell her, I want to surprise her." As I'm talking I shut down my computer and gather what I'll need to take with me.

"Alright, I'll take care of her until you get here. Have a safe flight Christian."

"Thank you." I end the call, lock up my office, and enter the elevator where Taylor is waiting.

A/N: So Marsha's been axed. Will Alexis be up to the job? Will Ana make it through the day or even to the big GMA reveal without snapping? Will Christian and Ana keep their relationship a secret or embrace it?

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