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Her green eyes look at me in horror as she realizes who I am and how she might be the fastest person fired in history. If it wasn't for my bleeding nose and the pain I was in I would probably bust out laughing at how a normal morning had turned into this. Damn, what a Monday.
'' My…my…boss?'' Her voice is full of emotions, fear most of all, knowing that I could easily turn to daddy and tell him to get her out of my sight, but that won't happen. Saving her employment might get me into her good graces.
'' Yes, Theodore Grey, Mr. Grey's son and soon-to-be CEO of Grey Enterprise Holdings,'' Andrea hisses from where she is kneeled next to me.
'' Mr. Grey, let's get you on a chair,'' Thompson says from beside me.
'' Where the hell is Taylor with that first aid kit,'' dad growls as he helps Thompson sit me on a chair.
When I'm finally on the chair I lean my head back and try to stop the blood flow. All the while I can spot Olivia from the corner of my eye, looking all but ready to cry.
'' I have it Mr. Grey,'' I hear Taylor say.
I feel Thompson pulling my hands from my face and then a stinging sensation that makes me yelp.
'' Sorry, sir,'' he apologizes as he gets back to cleaning the mess Olivia had made.
'' Make sure it's not broken,'' Taylor says from where he stands next to my father.
'' Not broken, but it's gonna give him one hell of a bruise,'' Thompson replies without looking at Taylor.
'' You're paying for the plastic surgery,'' I groan, turning my attention to the scared blonde. ''Next time don't swing the door open.''
'' I'm sorry, I am so sorry,'' she begs.
'' All done, sir,'' Thompson announces, pulling away to look at his handy work.
'' Are you sure we shouldn't take him to the hospital, because I think we should,'' dad says trying to get a closer look at my face.
'' I'm fine dad,'' I say as I rub my sore nose and pulling away immediately, when I feel the sting.
'' I rather have a doctor look at him,'' he says not caring how I felt. He's always in his over protective nature even if I was an adult.
'' Dad-''
'' No, sir, like I said it will only bruise badly,'' Thompson replies.
Dad huffs and looks back at where Olivia was cowering. I feel bad for her, but I'll let her suffer a little before I rescue her. Like dad said, I was her boss and I decide her fate, and that meant keeping her here.
'' Am I fired?'' She asks like a small child.
Andrea gives her a ''what do you think?'' look. While Thompson is ready to escort the tiny and shivering darling, out of sight.
'' No,'' I say before my dad can open his mouth.
Everyone turns to look at me in shock; I had done the unexpected in their eyes. Theodore Grey wasn't someone you hit three times and then gets rewarded for it. But then again, Theodore Grey isn't the guy that lets a blonde beauty out of his grasp.
'' Teddy- I mean Mr. Grey, sir, she is obviously not-''
'' Andrea, I said no. Now get Ms. Hart settled, she starts today,'' I order. Even in my state of bloody face I was still Christian Grey's son and when it came to orders no one denied me anything.
'' Certainly, Mr. Grey,'' she says taken aback by my tone, and then turns to give Olivia a glare.
'' Theo-''
'' Dad, I said NO,'' I repeat myself, standing up and fixing my suit jacket. '' I think I lost vision in my right eye,'' I mumble as I walk up to a shocked Olivia.
'' Andrea, will teach you everything there is to know about being my assistant. You'll be on trial this week and if you aren't to par, you're gone, understood?'' I say staring her down.
'' Ye..yes,'' she says nodding her head frantically. '' Thank you and I'm really, really sorry.''
'' Sorry for what? For the slap? The stomp or for breaking my face?'' I whisper to her.
She blushes an alluring shade of rose and it's hard to keep myself from touching her face, and brushing the wet hair that clings to her neck. I decide to give her a break and change the subject before she faints or something.
'' Make me a tea,'' I order her before turning on my heel.
'' What kind of tea?'' She asks.
I slowly turn to face her and arch my brow as if telling her, '' are you serious?'' I know she has no idea what kind of tea I take, but after how I was treated she deserved a little hassle. She realizes the mistake in asking me a direct question with my glare and Andrea huffing in irritation.
'' Tea, got it, right away sir,'' she says rapidly.
Sir, now why did that sound sexy and down- right naughty coming from her?
I turn away from her and then give one final slap to what little pride she probably had left.
'' Oh and Andrea, teach Ms. Hart how to properly open a door,'' I say making everyone fight back laughter.
See honey, you aren't the only one with a smart mouth.
'' Of course Mr. Grey,'' Andrea giggles.
I ignore my father's arched eyebrow and enter his office without a look back, but I do hear Andrea rudely speak to poor Olivia.
'' Well, what are you waiting for? Makes his tea,'' she snaps.
'' Um…right…tea,'' Olivia mumbles.
Andrea is being cruel and probably not even telling her I only drink English tea, and it had better be with the bag on the outside. There were about ten different types of tea in the kitchen we had by the offices and choosing wouldn't be easy for her without help.
'' Why didn't you fire her?'' Dad asks as he sits in his chair, my future chair.
'' I have my motives,'' I reply. Indeed, I did have my motives and that odd sensation in my stomach whenever I looked at her. It'll go away when I sleep with her, I try telling myself.
'' Don't sleep with her, you know business and pleasure don't mix,'' he says looking me straight in the eye.
'' I would never,'' I gasp in false astonishment at his words, before letting out a chuckle. He knew very well that I had slept with many of the GEH blondes. Mother hated my flings and usually glared at any young employee of the company. Dad on the other hand turned a blind eye, but he wasn't exactly happy about the flings.
'' Ted, you're going to be the president of the company next month,'' he sighs, running a hand over his face as if tired. '' I get it your young and want to sleep with any pretty girl that comes your way, but that shouldn't include your employees. You can't have that image Teddy, it will only hurt you and the company.''
I roll my eyes, already having heard this lecture more than a thousand times. I know there is truth behind his words, but this is probably the one lecture I always ignore when given to me.
'' Don't roll your eyes at me, Theodore,'' he says.
'' Dad, not once have I let my flings slip out of the office-''
'' That's not the point, Ted!'' He groans in irritation. '' You're going to be the president of the company in only a matter of weeks. By next month thousands of employees will look at you for guidance, and I don't want them to see a hotshot CEO that rather screw the help than actually help build the company up!''
I stay quiet knowing that deep down his words hold the truth. By no means do I neglect my duties, but to many I'm just the playboy heir to a billion dollar empire.
'' Son, I'm not telling you to stop living your life, but try to live it out of the office. I know you're capable of being so more than I could ever be, and I don't want anyone to doubt what you can do.''
It's these lectures that I hate the most, the ones where dad makes me feel like I'm letting him down no matter how hard I try to be like him.
'' Ted, how are you doing?'' He suddenly asks when I fail to respond to his lecture.
Oh, god no. Don't go where I think you're going with this. Don't ask. Please don't ask.
'' I'm fine,'' I say in a monotone voice, '' Why do you ask?''
'' Your mom-''
'' Let me guess, mom thinks I'm suffering in my lonely life and I might throw myself off of the Space Needle,'' I joke trying to ignore that look everyone gives me, as if I were a wounded puppy.
'' Something like that,'' he chuckles.
'' Dad, if I kill myself it's going to be flying high in the mile high club,'' I say trying to lighten the mood.
Now it's his turn to roll his eyes and shake his head in mild annoyance at my words. This is something I always do when any member of my family tries to ask about her. I joke about my sex life and what new conquest was stirring my blood, and other body parts.
Seven years Ted and still everyone walks on egg shells around you. They're still waiting for you to acknowledge what she did.
'' I'm fine dad, how could I not be? I'm future CEO to this amazing empire. I have two parents that would give me the world, a loving family and bratty but awesome sister, and whatever girl I want. Life is good to me.''
'' That's the thing Teddy. You can have any girl it's true, but you need more than just a midnight call,'' he says softly as if I would break under his words.
'' They're not midnight calls, and for your information I have dinner plans with Amanda Carter, tonight,'' I say.
'' Amanda Carter isn't the type of girl that has breakfast with a guy Ted, and you know that quite well,'' dad says not even phased with my night out.
'' I thought you and mom liked Amanda?'' I ask arching a brow.
'' We do. She's a hard working girl, very ambitious, good family too. But from we can see a family isn't something she prioritizes. Amanda isn't the type of woman you need at your side and especially not the one that will give the works.''
'' How do you know? Maybe I'll just fly her out to Vegas and elope with her, and after we can live in bliss.''
Dad only arches his brow knowing well I would never even consider eloping; mom would have my balls on a silver platter. And like he said and I knew Amanda wasn't the marrying type. Her job would probably be her only love.
'' Dad, you met mom when you were twenty-eight and I'm only twenty-five. I still got three more years to find the perfect girl and if not so be it. Uncle Elliot got married in his thirties anyway. Besides, right now I need my focus to be on the job not on some family dream with a white picket fence.''
'' That's exactly how I thought before I met your mom, and it wasn't until I had that family life that I knew I had been lonely through-out my life,'' he says running a hand over a picture of mom with me and Phoebe.
'' I'm not alone! Dad I just haven't had some gorgeous doe-eyed girl fall into my office yet,'' I tease about how mom had made her first appearance in his world.
No. She didn't fall into my office. Thompson almost ran her over and then she pretty much beat me up.
'' Ted-''
Knock! Knock!
Dad huffs in irritation at being interrupted, but quickly calms himself and acknowledges the knock.
'' Come in,'' he announces.
And speaking about doe-eyed beauties walks in my doe-eyed beauty.
My? What the hell, my?
She nervously stumbles inside the office carrying my tea on a glass tray. Her clothing still drying from the rain and to me she couldn't look any more beautiful, well maybe naked.
Let's see how you did with my tea Ms. Hart.
'' You're tea,'' she says handing it to me.
Oh Ms. Hart, I like English tea and this…this- what is this?
I take a whiff of the tea and I can smell lemon, orange blossom, and bergamot. It's a black tea that I'm not familiar with, but at least it's dark. The bag is in the inside the cup, which makes my head hurt that it wasn't in the way I liked it.
On the outside baby, mistake number two.
But, it does smell good.
'' I only drink English tea,'' I tell her once I'm done analyzing the tea she's brought forth.
Her breathing stops as I let her know she's done something else wrong. Oh the poor darling. Don't worry gorgeous I'm not firing you over a cup of tea.
'' What tea is this?'' I ask taking a slow sip. I'm surprised by how smooth it runs down my throat, it's delicious. But I won't let her know that.
'' Anastasia Black Tea,'' she responds immediately.
I let out a chuckle as I take another sip and my dad gives me a knowing smile.
'' Did you pick this tea for a particular reason?'' I ask her.
She stays quiet, not really knowing what the right answer is to the question. I'm surprised when she answers truthfully after a minute.
'' It's my favorite,'' she mumbles.
'' Is it?'' I ask.
She nods waiting for me to tell her, no doubt to get her things and get the hell out of the office. I don't.
'' While I do enjoy the particular name of the tea as it's named just like my mother, next time make sure it's English tea.''
Her eyes get bigger as she realizes she probably looked like a suck-up by giving me a tea that was named like the woman that birthed me.
'' Don't apologize,'' I tell her when she is about to say ''sorry.'' If she did I might just take her into my arms and tell her how adorable she is.
She nods, but other than that she's quiet awaiting my next order.
'' I want you in my office in twenty minutes to discuss my schedule and set up a work plan for you,'' I tell her.
And can you possibly be naked and on my desk? Just wondering, you know.
'' Yes, Mr. Grey, would you like me to take the tea?'' She asks.
If I don't give it to her she'll know I liked it and right now my plan was to make her suffer for a bit. I want to pout, it was actually really good tea.
'' English tea next-''
'' So my son lives,'' says the unmistakable voice of my mother.
The sound of her heels clicking in an annoyed manner tells me I'm in definite trouble. I turn to Olivia and take the tea from her.
'' On second thought give me the tea,'' I say.
Because god knows when Anastasia Steele Grey is mad, all hell breaks loose. Maybe I should add alcohol to the tea.
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