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Chapter 4

Miss Steele is glaring me with a look of disgust and utter disbelief in her eyes. After an agonizing minute of silence she finally finds her voice and asks me

"You're a sadist?" she states more than asking.

I clear my throat, feeling anger beginning to develop, and I can tell she has already formed an opinion and is judging me, which pisses me off as she has no knowledge of what I am about to present to her.

"I am a Dominant, not a sadist, and I want you to submit to me" I inform her in my most stern Dom voice. "And you will do well to not judge or insult me without knowing any of the facts."

She laughs and says "Facts? What facts? You had me sign and NDA, then brought me up here and showed me BDSM room in your house, complete with multiple instruments designed specifically to inflict pain on the human body, and am I correct in guessing that since I am standing here in your red room of pain, that you want or expect me to willingly go in this room and allow you to use those implements of pain on me?"

I sigh, my frustration starting to take over as this is not going at all the way I wanted or expected, and I glare at her before saying "Miss Steele, this room is more about pleasure than pain. In your submission to me, you will experience sexual gratification beyond your wildest dreams. Do you know how many women would jump at the chance to submit to me? I am the premier Dom in Seattle, and there are hundreds of experienced women willing and waiting to gladly give me their submission in exchange for what I can and provide for them. You should feel honored that I have chosen you over any one of them" I arrogantly state.

She turns and looks around the room again, walks to the wall where all the whips, canes, and floggers are hanging and laughs. "What makes you think I would ever be interested in any of this? What in my background check or resume made you think I would enjoy being tied up, whipped, beaten, and fucked like a piece of meat? And since there are so many experienced women willing to jump at the chance to be your sex slave, then I suggest you buy some jump rope, line them up and take your pick because I am not, nor will I ever be interested or willing!" she shouts.

I am really getting pissed, so I decide to get her back downstairs where I can reason with her and convincer her to sign the contract. "Miss Steele, let's go back downstairs so we can discuss this without any distractions. I can't concentrate with you in this room. You can review the contract and ask me any questions and I will gladly answer them for you." and I turn off the lights, close and lock the door and gesture for her to walk back down the hall and downstairs.

When we arrive downstairs, Gail has already set our dinner out on the table, and I point to a chair and tell her to sit down.

She looks at the table, then at me, and I reach for the bottle of wine and begin to pour her a glass.

Without a moment's hesitation she replies. "No thank you, Mr. Grey. Actually, I am not hungry-I seem to have lost my appetite, and will be leaving now" and starts to walk towards the elevator.

I have had enough of her disrespect, and I very loudly inform her "Miss Steele, I have not yet dismissed you. You will sit down, have dinner and we will discuss your issues and concerns, and then we will come to an agreed upon arrangement, terms and conditions, and you will sign the contract before you leave, do you understand? " I demand.

She laughs, and tells me "Mr. Grey, I have no issues or concerns. I am simply not interested in discussing whatever arrangement you may think we will make tonight, nor will I sign your fucking contract" and turns towards the elevator again.

"Miss Steele" I try in a nicer, softer voice. "Please don't leave. Let's enjoy our dinner, and afterwards we can calmly discuss things, and I will explain everything to you."

She walks back to the table, and I breathe a sigh of relief Maybe I can still salvage this and get her on her knees in my playroom tonight I think to myself. Her defiance has pissed me off but has also got my dick hard as a rock and it's obvious as its straining against the front of my pants, despite my tight boxer briefs.

I go to pour her a glass of wine, but she stops me and asks for a bottle of water instead. I ignore her , telling her "Wine will go much better with dinner", and proceed to fill her glass against her wishes.

She does not look happy when I ignore her request for water, but I need to get her to relax so she will be more open minded and agreeable to sign the contract, and the wine I chose for dinner will help accomplish that after a few glasses.

I sit down and tell her to eat, but alls she does is pick up a fork and push her food around on her plate, never taking a bite.

After watching her do this for a few minutes, I feel my anger building again and tell her "Miss Steele, I abhor wasting food. My housekeeper spent her evening off preparing this meal for us, and I would appreciate it if you would show her some respect and eat your fucking dinner" I demand.

I see her jaw tense, and her face flush, and I realize I have just pushed her too far. She throws her napkin on her plate, stands up and tells me "Mr. Grey, I do not appreciate your tone of voice or your attitude…you may be my boss' boss' boss from 9-5, but outside those hours, you are nothing but an arrogant misogynist. Don't you ever speak to me or treat me like that again" and when she stands up she picks up the glass of wine and throws it in my lap, deflating my hard on instantly. "I specifically told you I did not want any wine, but you chose to ignore my request, and from the looks of the bulge in your pants, I am going to assume that you planned on getting me drunk enough to lower my inhibitions so I would agree to go into your torture chamber tonight—am I correct? Well, news flash, asshole-that is never going to happen." She storms off to the elevator, and as she steps in and turns around, she shoots me a death glare as if I am the devil himself and tells me to never contact her again unless it is related to Grey Publishing.

Well shit. That didn't go as expected.

I sit there at the table in total shock at what just happened, getting more and more pissed off every second. Miss Steele has no idea what she has just done.

I take what I want, when I want, and how I want. Nobody says no to Christian Grey.

I spend Saturday sulking and mulling over how I am going to now destroy Miss Steele. GP may fall under Roz' direction, but GEH is my company, and I will not sit back quietly while this little bitch thinks she can talk to me like she did and get away with it. I won't tell Roz to fire her immediately, but I can and will make Miss Steele's life a living hell—she will rue the day she told me no. I will ruin her, and by the time I get done with her, she will be lucky to get a job cleaning toilets at the welfare office.

I could hire her to clean the toilets here—that's one way to get her on her knees I laugh to myself.

By the time Monday morning rolls around, I have devised a plan to begin the slow destruction of Miss Steele's life as she knows it. I tell Andrea to get Welch in my office immediately, and tell her not to disturb me for any reason for the next few hours.

2 hours later Welch leaves and knows what needs to be done. This will be child's play for him, as I have had him do much worse to others who dared piss me off or tell me no.

A week later Welch informs me everything is in place, so I call the Chancellor at U-Dub and inform him of our newly found information.

I informed him that Miss Steele is an employee of a company GEH recently purchased, and our plan and proposal to her was that she would be replacing the current CEO of my newly acquired publishing company by year's end.

However during a routine, deep background check that we run on all newly promoted managers of any GEH Company or subsidiaries, it was discovered that during her senior year, Miss Steele purchased illegal copies of several of her final exams just before her finals were taken, and plagiarized one of her term papers, which is a direct and severe violation of the Academic Code of Ethics at U-Dub. Since it is publicly known that GEH funds many departments at U-DUB, it is extremely unsettling and embarrassing that our name would be linked to such an unethical person, who we have made the unfortunate mistake to employ and offer a position on our executive team.

The Chancellor was shocked to say the least, and I informed him I would have all the evidence delivered to him by courier by EOB, and I had confidence that he would take the correct action against Miss Steele, especially since my funding could come to an abrupt halt if this situation wasn't handled immediately and with the upmost discretion. I also requested that he inform me as soon as the situation was handled and what the outcome is.

I smirked as I hung up the phone…Nobody tells me no and gets away with it!

I laughed as I think Miss Steele believes that the incident at my penthouse has been forgotten. I have had her under surveillance since she arrived at work Monday morning, and so far her attitude and performance have been the same since before the disaster at my home—she obviously has no idea what I am capable of when I am pissed off, and she has no idea the shit storm that is headed her way.

Friday afternoon, the Chancellor calls and informs me that Miss Steele has been notified of the charges against her, and a meeting is scheduled for Monday morning in front of the ethics committee on campus and she will have the opportunity to respond to the charges and defend herself. I asked if the meeting was going to be recorded, and he said yes and would provide me with a copy as soon as it was over.

I had Andrea clear my schedule for the rest of the day—I was so worked up and turned on at the thought of Miss Steele's pending destruction that I called Stephan to make arrangements to fly me to Portland tonight. I planned on spending the weekend in the most extreme BDSM club down there, and since my current sub was not hardcore enough, I called and cancelled her for the weekend because I needed someone with no hard limits who really got off on pain. I was in one of those off moods where I was going to need a real pain slut and I didn't want to contract anyone through Elena because I didn't want it to get out to local community that I was capable of being a vicious Dom. I need to keep my reputation of being the Premier Dom in Seattle intact, and didn't want to scare off any of the local whores by letting them know I really was a brutal, sadistic Dom.

I needed the weekend in Portland to relieve tension because I wanted to be totally relaxed on Monday while I watch and completely enjoy the destruction of little Miss Steele. I already had her termination papers drawn up by the legal department of GEH, which would be delivered Tuesday morning when she arrived at work.

Just sitting in my office, thinking about the destruction of her sad pathetic life, I found myself so painfully hard that I had to step into my private restroom and rub one out, relieving myself of the discomfort before anyone came into my office and saw my cock straining out the front of my pants.

Stephan texted back and said the flight plan to Portland was filed and we were clear to leave at 7:00, and he made arrangements for a car and driver to pick me up at the helipad and would be available all weekend. I told Taylor I didn't need security this weekend as I had it arranged already so he could take the weekend off.

I also didn't want to deal with the sanctimonious look I got from him when I visited the hard core clubs. He and Gail tolerated my lifestyle and subs at home, but the extreme shit he never fully approved of, and couldn't keep the look of disgust off his face when I visited them. The asshole forgets that I pay him very well to do what I say, and I also pay for his kid's private and very expensive education as well as allow him and Gail to cohabitate- it is in the GEH policy that there is to be no fraternization among employees at any level. I have had HR fire quite a few people who thought they could get away with dating, but as soon as I found out, they were fired immediately, and not given a severance package or reference. Rules are rules—don't break them. Pussy is not worth that much—I don't know why anyone would risk their jobs for the opportunity to fuck the same one every day.

Monday afternoon arrives and I m and sitting back enjoying the video of Miss Steele's demise. She is in total shock of the charges and "proof" against her, and since it was so long ago, she has nothing to back up her statement that she did not purchase the exams, and emphatically stated that her research was her own, but when it was presented to her that a very similar paper was found to have been published a few years before hers, she had nothing to say in her defense. Little did she know that Welch created the paper, using most of her information, managed to upload it in a few on line journals and make the posting date and time match the date when the online journals were posted. Miss Steele had nothing to back up her claim of innocence, so her transcripts were erased and she was immediately stripped of her degree and diploma.

I sat back and laughed as she broke down in tears and was led from the room, and I immediately called HR and had them schedule meeting for first thing tomorrow morning to terminate Miss Steele, and that I would be present during that meeting.

HR informed Roz of what they had found about Miss Steele, and it was immediately agreed by all that her employment would immediately be terminated. Roz could not believe that it was possible, but they showed her the proof as well as the email from the Chancellor confirming it was true and she was as shocked as I pretended to be.

She asked me how I managed to come by the information, and I told her that Welch found it when he did the deep background and vetting of her.

She looked at me, puzzled and asked "Christian, why is this just coming up now? Wouldn't Welch have found it when we vetted her after we spoke to Roach?"

I shook my head and told her I didn't know anything about it until Welch approached me with it a few days back.

"And you didn't think to inform me ahead of time?" She asked." GP is under my direction, and I am responsible for overseeing it. I should have been informed of this as soon as Welch uncovered this 'so-called information'—why was I left out of the loop until now?" She demanded.

Well, that just pissed me off—someone second guessing me, so I reminded her "Ros, need I remind you that you work for me, and I don't answer to you? If you have an issue with that, maybe I need to find another COO who knows their place in MY COMPANY" and as walk away I turn back and tell her "Watch yourself, Roz."

The meeting was scheduled for 8:00 in the conference room at GP with myself and Roz, John Jenkins from my legal department, Lisa Prescott from GP HR, and old man Roach himself. I know it is going to piss him off that his retirement is now on hold, but hey, too bad. Shit happens.

I decide to wait until Miss Steele has arrived before making my grand entrance. Roz is already in there, but I want Miss Steele to sit and squirm for a few minutes because I want to take full pleasure in dragging this out and tormenting her.

After she has been in the room for 10 minutes with everyone staring at her, I make my entrance and sit at the head of the table, assuming my commanding position as always...

Mr. Jenkins from legal starts the conversation off, telling Miss Steele of the findings at UDUB, and due to her unethical behavior and lack of a college degree, which is required, that her employment has been terminated, effective immediately. She will not receive any severance package, nor will she receive a favorable reference from GP or GEH. She has been informed that her office has been cleaned out and her personal possessions have been boxed up and will be given to her as she leaves. Her company property is to be surrendered immediately, and she will be escorted off the premises by security. Any attempt to enter GP, GEH or any GEH properties will be considered trespassing and she will be arrested and charged accordingly. Any questions?

Miss Steele looks at everyone with a deer in the headlights look, and says nothing. I believe the term is called shock. I stand up and thank everyone for coming, and ask if I may have a word in private with Miss Steele before security comes and escorts her out of my building.

After the door closes and everyone has left, I look at her with a smirk on my face and when she looks me I can see pure hatred in her eyes. Her face is red and flushed, like one of my subs after just being fucked into oblivion, and I can see that she wants to say something but is too angry to form words. I decided to break the ice and quietly her "Miss Steele, all this could have been avoided if you would have simply said yes and signed the contract. You would still have your job, you would be enjoying the best fucking of your life, and I would be lavishing very expensive gifts on you as rewards for your submission. You would have had it made but you had to be a prudish little bitch and deny me what should have been mine. You should be honored that I chose you" and then flash her one of my million dollar smiles that always gets women to drop their panties and bend over every time. She still isn't saying anything so I continue to goad her "You really surprised me…I thought you would be more like your mother…willing to sell yourself for money and possessions and the promise of a good life—it appears that her most recent husband is making her dreams come true."

The hatred in her eyes is now burning a hole right through me, and finally she speaks, after letting out a little chuckle.

"Mr. Grey, let me tell you one thing- I am nothing like the whore that is my egg donor. If you think that by comparing me to her is going to upset me, you are sadly mistaken. I was raised by a wonderful man—even though he is not my biological father, he chose to be a father to me and raise me like I was his own daughter, and for that I am thankful. He taught me ethics, morals, right from wrong, and what is important in life. As far as my egg donor, she is nothing—comparing me to her would be the same as comparing me to a rock. My egg donor is a total stranger to me, so why would it bother me to be compared to a total stranger? A person cannot pick their family, Mr. Grey, but we sure as hell can choose our friends." She takes a breath, and with a smirk on her face she continues "But, I do have one question for you if I may?"

I nod and tell her to fire away…what could his little wisp of a woman possible have to ask me?

She smirks again then begins "It's pretty obvious that you have severe issues with women, so I was wondering, what did your mommy do to you to make you hate women so much? What could Mommy Dearest possibly have done to you to turn you into such a sadistical bastard who has to tie up, whip and beat women before being able to get it up to fuck them?"

I feel my face heat up and for a minute the room turns black and I cannot see. I take several deep breaths and ball up my hands into fists to keep from reaching out and choking her. A few minutes pass and then I hear her snicker before she snarls "Wow. Judging from that vein popping out in your forehead and how red your face is and how bad you are shaking I am guessing I struck a nerve, didn't I?" She laughs and begins to walk out of the room.

"Miss Steele, you know nothing" I growl. "And you will be wise to remember both NDAS you signed, and believe me, I will not only ruin you if you break them, but I will ruin your father as well. You will both be sitting out on the street, penniless when I get done with you, and the pathetic few dollars you have left in your checking account won't be enough to buy you more than a few packs of ramen noodles and then will have to whore yourself out so you and daddy dearest don't starve. You best remember who you are dealing with, you fucking cunt." I walk closer to her and I can see her tremble and can tell she is really scared now "Remember this Miss Steele. I take what I want, when I want, and how I want. Any time I fucking feel like it, I can take you whether you like it or not. I could bend you over this table right now and fuck you until you passed out and there is nothing you can do about it. Your NDA prohibits you from talking to anyone about me. DO YOU UNDERSTAND? You best be looking over your shoulder for the rest of your life because I will never forget this little meeting."

I stare at her for several seconds and enjoy watching her tremble. As I turn to walk out, I look her dead in the eyes and say "Remember Miss Steele-anywhere I want, anytime I want, any way I want." And with that I walk out and slam the door, leaving her standing in the room, shaking in her shoes.

I walk out and tell security to escort her out of my building and tell Taylor to take me back to GEH.