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Chapter 4

It's my first day of work and I couldn't be happier. Among all the years I've tried to make something of myself, this is the first time I've truly felt the opportunity. Everyone was very formal and the place itself was giving me the office-vibe.

Andrea introduced me to my table and it's just outside the door of my boss' office room. Well, he has two doors. Door one leads to the lounge and coffee. It's like the waiting area. That's where my desk is. Then there's door two which opens to his desk.

I sat down and started my job. He sent me a text message saying that I need to do some thank you e-mails for his clients. Well, my daughter taught me last night and I understood well.

I could easily grasp the thought and I could comprehend well. I am more that determined to make this job a great one. Heck, I wanted to be employee of the year.

Then, Christian Grey entered the door and his bodyguard, Taylor was with him. He was a decade younger than I am, but we get along quite easily.

"Good morning, Sir!" I greeted him with my cheerful first-day attitude.

He looked at me and asked, "Good morning, Ray. Have you e-mailed the clients?"

"I am on it, Sir," I replied and then proceeded to send some e-mails. I wanted him to see with his naked eye that I was really doing a great job.

"That's all you are going to do the whole day. We have approximately twenty thousand clients since we're operating internationally. Please be sure to send them a reply once they respond. It's your job to keep the camaraderie steady. Remember, you are my personal assistant so wherever I go, you will go with me. You will meet these clients too."

I was more than shocked. I'm going to send that many e-mails just for today? I gulped but quickly changed my attitude. If I want to keep my job, then I shouldn't complain or even capture some negative vibes.

"On it, Sir," that's all I said. I was determined.

I started typing and I even bit my lip to concentrate. It's difficult because the keyboard doesn't follow the alphabetical order. I complained about that, and Ana just laughed at it. This made things difficult. Why would someone put A next to S? This was making my life extremely difficult.

Then, I noticed that Christian hasn't left yet. He was standing in front of me and gazing intensely at my typing fingers.

"Anything wrong, Sir?"

"No, it's just bizarre. You type . . . weirdly. It's like you want to say: 'fuck you'."

I stared at my hands and it really was true. Both my middle fingers were clicking the letters. I just gave my boss a very awkward laugh and he gave me a thin smile.

He proceeded to his office and I was left typing like my life's depending on it.

After thirty minutes, I sent one e-mail successfully.

One down, nineteen thousand nine hundred ninety-nine to go!

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At around two in the afternoon, I received a video call from Ray. This was weird. Why would he want a video call? We could just simply call. But then, he wasn't tech savvy. He was typing two letters per minute. I feel bad for the old man, but I couldn't bring myself to be impatient. He's really trying hard to keep up with technology.

I accepted the video call and all I could see were his ears. I sighed at that. He must have thought that the button with the camcorder symbol was just for normal calls.

Well, at least his ears were clean.

"Hello Sir? You have a visitor here."

"Well, if it's a girl. Tell them that I don't know them, and they should leave. I am very busy."

Admittedly, the struggles of my PA include kicking women out of my office.

As a businessman, I'm always stressed. There are always times when things are getting overwhelming. I am running an empire and people's livelihood depend on my company. That's the weight I carry in my shoulders every day. I needed to release my stress, so I go to night clubs every Monday, and there I find a lover.

We would have a wild night together and I'd leave in the morning. I give my PA's number when they ask. There were some girls who'd expect more while there were some who thinks like me: practical and detached.

The worst thing that could happen is for a woman to come here. It happened three times. They claimed they wanted to see me again and make things 'official'. My PA is faced the challenge to make them leave.

You could call me a playboy and all, but I'm feeling . . . empty.

But when I thought of those girls, I thought of the beautiful girl I saw from Mia's shop. Her eyes were so blue and deep, I just wanted to swim into her soul. I knew I wanted her. I want her . . . and I'm going to have her.

I heard Ray answer uncomfortably, "It's not a woman, Sir. It's your brother, Elliott Grey."

"Usher him in," I ordered.

I don't have many friends, but Elliott has always been there for me. In fact, he's the golden boy. Whilst Mia and I were rebellious and not planning to be a lawyer or a doctor, Elliott was the obedient child. He's a doctor. In fact, he's the chief doctor of the family hospital now.

Yes, he made my parents happy. Yes, he's good at it. Yes, he's doing a great job. But no, he's not happy.

It was evident when he entered my office with Ray. He was in a normal blue shirt and his blonde hair was disheveled. He hasn't slept for days. He looked tired. No. He looked exhausted and lonely. I knew something was wrong.

Before I could ask him, my eyes darted to Ray, and my jaw just reached the floor. What was going on? I noticed what he was wearing. It was the premium suit I bought for the beautiful girl.

"Ray, where did you buy that suit?"

"Oh, a Good Samaritan bought it for my daughter. And by the way Sir, thank you for the gift certificate. If it weren't for you, I would be wearing an old shirt today," he was laughing but I was still dazed. I couldn't believe this.

I checked my email and saw the face of his daughter.

Fuck! It was her.

Anastasia Rose Steele.

She's my PA's daughter.