Taylor and I were just finishing up with the final details of the presentation. He then went to get the boardroom ready for this afternoon. "Thanks, Taylor," I said as he exited. When I was sure he was gone, I opened my drawer and pulled out my very personal keychain; it was a little light-pink hoodie. Something you'd buy for a doll I'm sure. I held it securely in my palm, leaning back in my seat to stare down at it. My thumb tenderly ran over the front. What are you doing right now? My eyes lowered onto it in the gentlest way possible….. Where are you, my faceless angel?
My longing was cut off guard by my office phone ringing. It was my legal department. I had to put the keychain away before answering. "Yes?" "Uh, boss? There's some from the hospital on line two." One of my lawyers informed me. Strange; I expected them to handle all contact with the hospital. "She's asking about some confidential paperwork I can't access without your say so. Should I transfer her?" Very strange indeed. "Yes; thank you, Mark." He proceeded to put me on hold; I soon hear the voice of a young woman.
"Christian Grey." "Mr. Grey? This is the Royal Infirmary. I need you to sign off on the two reports before we send them to your legal team." "Two reports?" Why would there be two? "You weren't informed about Friday's report?" She sounded equally surprised. "Friday? Miss Steele went to the hospital Wednesday night." "She also came in on Friday. We need to send a copy of this report to your lawyer as well." "Is it from emergency?" I sat up; she neglected to mention anything about that. "No, sir. It's from the gynecologist." Gynecologist? "Is she….?" I didn't want to outright ask if she was pregnant; though I'd find out eventually if that was the case. The nurse seemed to understand.
"No, sir; she's not pregnant. It's just her x-ray and ultrasound results from a previous hospital visit. We were told to send any documentation to court if Miss Steele had anymore confrontations with registered felons." "Wait….. Something like this has happened before?" This definitely caught my attention. "Yes, sir. She was involved in a criminal lawsuit eight years ago. The judge ruled that if she was ever attacked again and it went to court, we were to send all subsequent reports resulting from her previous encounter." Eight years ago….. This peeked my curiosity.
"You have my permission to send whatever reports the courts require." "Thank you, sir." "Also, I want to request a copy of the emergency incident report from eight years ago be sent to my office. You do not have to include any personal information." There was a pause. "Is this for your legal team?" "It would help their case, yes." "Give me a minute," she left for a second; to check with her supervisor I bet. My mind was already racing when she returned. "Ok, Mr. Grey. We will fax you a copy of the report." "Thank you; you've been most helpful." We hung up just in time for Anastasia to come through the door. She had two cups of likely luke-warm coffee in her hands and did not look particularly happy. I simply smiled at her. This woman… Just what secrets are you hiding from me exactly?