OFFICIALLY OWN ZERO RIGHTS TO THESE CHARACTERS ALL IS OWNED MY E.L. JAMES.

Chapter two

Ana POV.

I can do this. I can do this. Just don't trip over anyone or anything ok Steel? I chant this religiously in my head over and over again as I walk through the doors of GEH.

I've waited for this day my entire career. Years of college, student loans, crappy assistant and assistant editors' jobs, working for people who don't even deserve the job they have to start with. And today that is all worth it. I have an interview with Grey Enterprise Holdings to be an editor with the new Publishing house they're starting.

I wasn't completely sure how this job opportunity fell into my lap but two weeks ago I got an email telling me a fortune 400 company was heading up a publishing house and looking for editors. It was from an odd email address and I was slightly suspicious of it but two glasses of red wine later I sent in my resume never thinking I would hear back. Well that was until a few days ago when a woman named Louise Johnson from GEH calls me to see if I would come in for an interview. I honestly thought it could be some Nigerian Prince scam but when this woman called me and informed me of the huge Fortune company that was forming a publishing house desperately was looking for editors to get this thing off the ground quickly, I knew it had to be at least half way legit. Which I'm obviously completely grateful it is and that I won't end up having my organs harvested.

I couldn't sleep last night; I haven't slept the last two days because I'm a complete mess inside. I have prepared every way I could for this interview but seeing as GEH didn't even have a publishing sector yet, I put all my energy in rehearsing my standard interview questions. I could honestly say I've never felt more prepared for an interview in my life.

I walk through the impossibly clear glass doors of GEH in awe of its magnitude and presence. For a building it sure is intimidating as hell. I see a very obvious, sleek, large front desk with maybe five stunning women sitting behind it, all with different headsets and in front of huge apple computers. I approach one of the impossibly beautiful, thin, blonde haired women. Weird. They could all be related with how similar they look. I take a brief moment to pause and look at my reflection in the glass wall next to me.

A huge part of me wishes I had been able to afford something more elegant in work attire for this interview, but this dark blue pencil skirt and Target white blouse with nude heels from my college graduation was the fanciest I could go on an assistant's salary. It's also incredibly hard to find things that fit me right; I have always struggled with my weight. While Kate, my best friend and roommate, is a size 6, I'm… well I'm not. I'm a curvy girl with meat on her bones, with a big rack and round ass. I'm not overweight by any means, I'm healthy and go to the gym at least twice a week and I'm just the size I am. There is no hiding that I have assets, that's for sure. And while I'm proud of what I look like and who I am, working in an office with pristine model beauties still affects you sometimes, especially when it comes to clothing.

I shake my head and pull myself around to speak to the model secretaries,

"Hi, my name is Anastasia Steel I have an interview with Ms. Johnson at 11." I say with all the confidence I have inside me and a pleasant smile on my face. The blonde looks up at me and tilts her head as if assessing me, then scoffs and turns back to her computer and continues typing.

"You can wait over there. I'll let her know you're here when I can." She states very rudely looking back to her computer. I'm so confused. What is this woman's problem? When she can? Isn't this her job?

"I'm sorry, it's just... the interview is at 11 and it's two minutes to 11. Do you think you can just inform Ms. Johnson I'm here now?" I say extremely calmly though even I can hear myself waiver half way through. The Blonde whirls her eyes back to mine,

"Look I'd be doing you a favor by not letting you interview; Ms. Johnson has a lot of interviews today and you're not exactly the image GEH hires sweetie." She informs me with complete coolness...

I'm sorry, what?

My breath catches in my throat. I look to the other women behind the desk on either side of her and none of them pay any mind to her comment that was clearly loud enough for them to hear. I'm stunned. In 2019, did that really just come out of her mouth? I'm getting into this interview.

I open my mouth fully prepared to let her have it when all of a sudden there is a swoop of bustling in the lobby and beside us from the other front desk ladies, the blonde bitch's eyes go wide staring at something behind me. I go to get her attention back but I'm almost shocked by an electric current that fills the air. It's like the goose bump shudder and an electric shock all at once. The air is thick, and I can't really explain it. Next thing I know there is a voice coming up beside me of pure honey and what can only be described as the sexiest voice in the world.

"Is there a problem here?" The voice says, just as I turn slightly and am met with the most stunning pair of grey eyes I've ever seen in my life.

This man is a God and I do not say that lightly. He is six foot something and towers over me as he is looking at the blonde behind the desk with annoyance. I now realize he is directing the question at my interaction with her. Who is he and why the hell does the blonde look like she is going to faint?

"Sir, I um… No there is no problem at all, why would there be a problem? Can I help you with something maybe?" The blonde goes from nervous to unsure to downright ready to climb across the desk and strip off his clothes all in one sentence. It honestly makes me sick but at the same time jealous? Is that what I'm feeling? No. I probably am just nervous about the interview.

And the fact that there is a God standing right beside me and I can't breathe to save my life.

"Yes, what you can help me with is tell me why it seems like this beautiful woman was asking for your help and you did nothing but be rude in return?" The God next to me raises his voice and everyone around us stops. What the hell is happening? I need to say something.

"Umm. No, everything is fine… I have an interview with someone in the building and I'm just trying to figure out if I will be late or not." I say not able to really look at him because I honestly don't know if I could concentrate and look at him at the same time.

"An interview? For what? With who?" The God's eyes are now staring at me with a new interest and intensity that I was not ready for. I am stunned momentarily by it, as our eyes lock and I have no clue how I am not on the floor dead... What the hell is wrong with me!

"I'm interviewing with a Ms. Johnson for an editor's position." I state while still engaged in the trance of his grey eyes. I don't know who the hell this man is, why everyone is so fussed with him but he makes me tingle and my lady parts tremor in a way that has never happened to me before.

Mr. Grey-eyes looks at me with a slight realization and then directs his attention back to the blonde.

"Pack your things, you're fired. We do not treat people like this at GEH and I will not stand for anyone who does." With that he turns his whole body back to facing me and says, "I can show you to your interview, follow me." With that he turns and walks away towards an elevator, with a man in a black suit following closely behind him.

I'm standing there with my mouth wide open. Did he really just fire her? Can he even do that? Reality snaps back in as I notice he is half way to the elevator and I'm still standing here like a dead fish.

My feet move with their own accord towards him and before I know it, we're both walking into an empty elevator with the dark suited man next to him picking not to get in but shares a look with my handsome new friend before the doors close.

Suddenly I don't feel so hot. The air is thicker than the lobby. It's as if there is an electric current running through the elevator making it hard to breathe.

I want to touch him so badly.

We are only inches apart, but it feels like miles. I don't know what's wrong with me! You can't touch a random stranger! And trust me I wanted to do more than just touch him. I wanted him to touch me too. Suddenly he turns and says,

"I'm sorry for what happened down there, that will never happen again. I promise." I look at him with astonishment. Who was this man?

"I… who are you?" I manage to stutter out.

He looks at me with a sweet but small smile, like I missed out on a joke or something,

"My name is Christian, what's your name?"

"Christian…" I say as if trying out a new word for the first time. His eyes grow darker somehow when I say it and his eyes drop from mine to my lips and back. I dare not wonder what just went through his head. "My name is Ana Steel. Forgive me but what do you do here? I didn't mean to get that woman fired it really wasn't that bad. I'm used to it." I say in a somewhat jumble mess.

Christian looks at me with a shake of his head, "Ms. Steel no one should treat you like that and it was completely rude. She is lucky the only thing I did was fire her. And no one as beautiful as you should be used to that type of comment."

Christian's remark has me standing there with my mouth hanging agape. He thinks I'm beautiful? Has this God looked in a mirror? Before my brain has time to explode the elevator doors open on to the top floor and Christian pulls his gaze from mine and steps out of the elevator.

"Follow me Ms. Steel." I follow him blindly; I really hope this Ms. Johnson isn't going to despise me for being late. I need to shake this man from my brain and focus on the fact that I need to get through this interview yet. Christina takes a turn through some glass doors. This floor has very little on it. We walk past two secretary desks with again two blonde women sitting behind them, is that a prerequisite to work here? One of the women stands as he walks past,

"Mr. Grey your 11 o'clock is running behind but will be here shortly." She states firmly as he walks past. Grey? Wait…

"Cancel it Andrea, call Ms. Johnson and tell her I am handling her 11am interview. Hold all my calls." He lists of demands to her and opens the door to an office and before I know what's happened, I've been ushered inside, and the door shuts behind me.

Christian walks behind a desk and takes a seat and stares at me with an expectant smile on his face.

"Well Ms. Steel let's start your interview, shall we?" He motions for me to take a seat in front of him.

Except I can't move from my spot. I need answers.

"I'm sorry Christian… I'm confused… I thought I would interview with Ms. Johnson? And please excuse my manners but who the hell are you?" I don't know where my courage came from to speak to him with such authority, but it was all I could do to distract myself as the electricity came back to life in the room the second the door was shut.

Christian looks at me with a complete interest, he is smiling at me as if he would like to laugh and then his face morphs and the smile is gone and replaced with one meaning business. That makes me want to melt into a puddle right then and there. What is this man doing to me?!

"Ms. Steel my name is Christian Grey and I shall conduct your interview for the position of head Editor to our new publishing house. Grey Publishing. Do I need to explain further Ms. Steel or are you up to speed?"

Grey. Grey Publishing. This god-like-man is Christian fucking Grey owner of GEH.

I am not prepared for this interview at all.

So this is the angle I'm taking on this. I feel strongly about having Ana represent a different body type and seeing as I am already AU with these characters, I see no harm in doing that. I understand some may not be fans of that and that's totally fine. Hope you like where this is headed and thank you for the support! Xoxo LJ