A/N: Thank you for the wonderful reviews. They are very much appreciated.

I thought it was time for a little Phoebe Grey. Enjoy!

I do not own the characters. They belong to E.L. James. This is just for fun.

Ana POV:

December is such a hectic time of year. There are so many social obligations, too many. Seems everyone wants a piece of the Greys. It's exhausting. Sometimes I get tired of plastering the "So happy to see you again" face to people I'm really not that thrilled to see. But you do what you have to do.

'Tis the season and all that jazz.

This year's GEH Holiday Party is at the Grand Lobby at Benaroya Hall. A nice cozy intimate affair with four hundred and fifty close and personal employees. I dread this night. My mouth hurts when the party is over from all the smiling I'm required to cement on my face for hours as I shake hundreds and hundreds of hands. Everyone there is dying to get their two minutes with Christian.

This is the first year Phoebe has been allowed to go. I have no idea why she wants to come. It's a long, long night. I think she envisions this to be some glamorous event, as we're always dressed to the nines when we go. Maybe she thinks this will make her 'more grown up'. At seventeen, she's always looking to rush being a grown up. I think that's normal for most teenagers.

I've warned her again and again, that's it's not as exciting as she may think it is. It's a just bunch of people looking to kiss up to her Dad for an entire evening…which is ironic when I think about it because Phoebe spends her time doing the exact opposite.

Choosing the appropriate dress for Phoebe was another issue. She wanted to wear some low 'V' cut mini dress. It was a lovely dress, if your name is not Phoebe Grey and you walked the streets for a living….but there was no chance in hell Christian would let her leave the house with that dress on, especially to a work event. There was quite a bit of pouting and foot stomping, but we finally compromised on a sleeveless form fitting black lace dress with a straight neckline, lace scalloped on the neckline, shoulder straps and hem. There's very pretty beading on the shoulder straps and chest and the dress falls down to a respectable thigh length.

We arranged to have her hair stylist come to the house. She has a beautiful loose bun, with a few tendrils hanging down. It's very sophisticated, but still young and fresh.

I'm in the kitchen with Christian waiting for Phoebe. Unlike her father, Phoebe has mastered the art of being late.

Luckily Christian is still in his puppy-love faze with Baxter. He's been throwing a squeak toy across the room and Baxter is retrieving it for him. Finally the submissive of Christian's dreams… no questions asked and he does exactly what his Master commands.

I had to assure him that Baxter would be perfectly fine alone in the house while we are gone. I had to make sure there were the proper amounts of lights left on, so Baxter wouldn't be frightened when he was alone. Christian wanted to have one of the security detail stay with the dog. I had to convince him that it was not necessary. I don't think Christian had as many check lists for his own children as he has with the dog.

We now have to have lint brushes in all of the cars, because dark suits and Baxter don't mix very well. But Christian is happy with the dog, so I'm happy.

Phoebe joins us in the kitchen. She takes my breath away. She looks so beautiful and grown up. I look at her in awe…where does the time go?

"How do I look?" she asks.

"Oh, Phoebe, you look so beautiful" I'm trying not to tear up and ruin my make-up.

"You look lovely Phoebe. Absolutely lovely. I'm proud to have the two most beautiful women in the world as my date" Christian is glassy eyed. It's hard for him to watch Daddy's little girl grow up.

"Oh Dad!" She blushes

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We arrive at Benaroya Hall. The venue is beautiful. There's curving windowpanes frame gorgeous views of Puget Sound and the Seattle city lights. There's an upstairs tier that looks down to the open lobby. It's quite lovely.

The tables have black table cloths and white linen napkins. Each table has a small bouquet of yellow roses. It's very elegant.

Christian really goes all out for this end of the year party. The wait staff is dressed in formal uniforms, white shirt, black vests and bow ties. The wait staff is carrying various hors- d'-oeuvres throughout the room, smoked Salmon on pumpernickel served with dill cream fraiche, baby crab cakes, sesame chicken skewers, vegetable spring rolls, Chicken & Herb Goat Cheese Crostini's…the food list seems endless. There's a huge buffet table area set up, with the usual shrimp cocktail, carving stations, pasta station, there's even a sushi station. The caterer is outstanding. There's an open bar. Christian always sees to it that we have a taxi service on standby in case someone drinks too much.

There's also a small band playing various genres of music. The crowd seems to be into them.

Christian and I always make sure we eat a little something before we come to this party, because we rarely get a moment to sit and eat. As expected as soon as we arrived, the rush of ass-kissers has lined up to get their precious two minutes of Christian Grey's attention.

Some of them seek me out to tell me about their book ideas. Yea, yeah, everybody's an author.

We've been here for about an hour, performing our hosting duties, when out of the corner of my eye, I see the telltale signs of a bored Phoebe. She's walking around, with her patented Grey pout and her arms crossed.

And I know what's coming….

"Mom, when can we go home?"

"Phoebe we have a long night ahead of us. It's going to be a while."

"This is boring. Can't someone just take me home?"

"I told you before we came here that it was going to be boring for you. You were insistent. This is your father's company event. If you want to leave early, you have to pass it by him. I'm not getting in the middle of you two."

"Fine!" She storms off in search of Christian. Yeah, this is going to go over well.

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Phoebe POV:

This party is so dull. I have to get out here before I die of boredom.

Ugh, look at all the people trying to get a minute with Dad. It's pathetic the way they leach on to him. I don't know how he puts up with it. I maneuver my way through the crowd and finally reach him.

"Dad?"

"Yes, what is it Phoebe?"

"I'm bored. Can I go home?"

"Absolutely not."

"But Dad…this place is filled with old people. There's nothing for me to do here."

"Young lady, we came as a family and we are leaving as a family. You insisted on coming to this party… well, you're here. Deal with it."

"But Dad…"

"I don't want to hear another word about it Phoebe. " Great, now he looks mad.

"Fine" I glower and walk away in a huff.

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If I had any idea how dull this party would be I never would have insisted on coming. Dad is being his usual bossy pompous ass self and Mom is stuck in her hostess duties. She has to be miserable too…just better at hiding it than me.

I know I'm being childish, but I don't care. I find a quiet corner; grab a chair and sit, with my arms crossed and a scowl on my face shooting daggers with my eyes over at Dad.

A really cute guy walk up to me and stops.

"Is this seat taken?" He points to the chair next to me

"No" I pout.

"May I sit?"

"It's a free country. Do whatever you want"

"These things are boring aren't they?"

"Yes, dull as ditchwater"

"You're staring at Grey. Get in line. Everybody wants a piece of him tonight"

"Ugh, I want nothing to do with that tyrant"

"The man is a miserable son of a bitch, isn't he?"

"I couldn't agree with you more"

"So you're not in the Grey fan club? The ladies all seem have a thing for him"

"For him? No!" Ewe, that's just gross

"Have you ever had a meeting with him? That guy has one hell of a temper"

"Oh, I've heard his lectures alright. He disapproves of everything."

"Yeah, we have the same issues at our department. There's no pleasing the man"

"Exactly!"

"I should warn you, you have to be careful what you say. I think he has this place bugged or something. "

"Wouldn't surprise me. He's such a control freak" I roll my eyes

"Yeah, there's a rumor going around that he had two guys from accounting fired for talking smack about his wife. "

"Really? He did that?"

"That's the rumor. I hear he's very protective of his wife."

"Yeah, he's a regular white knight" Well, that is kind of sweet...in that scary Dad sort of way.

"Hey, you want to get out of here?"

"Desperately" I roll my eyes

"Well…why don't we escape from this dull party and have our own private party?"

Just as the words come out of his mouth, Mom comes barreling at us. Her eyebrows are furrowed and her lips are pursed. She looks really mad. Really mad.

Cute guy straightens up his seat when he sees her. He looks pale and nervous. Is he going to get sick?

Mom reaches us and looks at him.

"Oh, you again. Jake, I see you've met my seventeen year old daughter."

"Daughter? Sev-seventeen?"

"Yes. Seventeen. I'm sure you have somewhere else to be, don't you?"

"Yes, Mrs. Grey. I apologize. I had no idea"

"That seems to be a recurring theme for you, Jake"

Cute guy gets up and practically runs out the door.

"Mom, what was that all about?"

She sighs, then smiles.

"Nothing baby girl. Just protecting what's mine"

Well, of course it was Jake!

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