Firstly I must apologize for any blaring grammar and spelling mistakes, written language is hard for me. Also there is a reason that I rated this M. Not too sure if I'll put lemons in this chap or next. Thanks for the reviews and let's see what Christian thought up.

Nichole: WAIT, you forgot again.

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I can't believe I drank that much. I can't believe Sawyer even let me. My head is fuzzy this morning but morning sickness feels worse than this so I feel like I can pull through the day. I drink more of my orange juice as I stare out the apartment windows. Sawyer walks in and hands me two Advil that I take gratefully. "I still can't believe you let me drink that much." I see his slight smile as I walk to the bedroom to dress.

"That's because you brought a bottle to bed Ana, and we are not permitted into the bedroom unless there is an emergency." I can see his ears turning red from the vanity mirror. Christian has always covered all the bases, the fact that I would be alone with only the security team. I shake my head; he still doesn't trust Sawyer after all these years.

"Nichole will be here in less than ten minutes, may I get you something to go Mrs. Grey?" I'm not much of a fan of Ms. Louise, I can't quite put my finger on it, but she bugged me from the start. She sure was no Gail when it came to food. I also find that she seems to be just a little stuck up for a housekeeper. Maybe it's her youth.

"No, I think I'll just stick to the meeting food."

"Mr. Grey has asked me to feed you a substantial breakfast Mrs. Grey."

Ah now I can pinpoint why I do not like her. Taking Christians words over mine used to be what every employee used to do. It took having children for them to finally listen to my orders instead of my darling control freaks. Though I have to say it could also be that I have finally embraced the financial aspect of my husband and I pay Sawyer myself.

"Mr. Grey is on the other side of the country, and has no say in what I eat in the morning Ms. Louise, and he will not dictate my life from 2,860.2 miles away." Once again I see Sawyer smile, he has heard many words from both Christian and I. He knows who is really to fear in this relationship. Ms. Louise just sticks her head higher and moves to her wing in the apartment. No doubt to call Christian, I have maybe ten minutes before she comes back and tries to force feed me.

Moving into the bedroom I find that I have my plum dress set aside. This dress has gotten me through so much; I brought it along simply to try to regain the courage I had with it before. Thanks to Christian and Claude I still manage to fit into it to. Hastily placing subtle makeup and a quick waterfall braid and I am ready to face the directors. I think of my children and wish that I could just give them a quick hug. I always feel stronger when they are by my side. Looking in the mirror I seem to have lost any color I had gained from our southern vacation. Damn, why do I have to be so damn pale? I move back into the kitchen area just as Nichole walks in.

"Are you all set?" Nichole looks wonderful in a full dark blue suit. I have always liked her; she is much more laid back then most of Christian's work force. Though she is related to Ross so I guess that is to be expected. Christian appointed her to Grey Publishing (GP) when Elisabeth was sent to jail, she has been with me ever since. "I'm just going to grab an apple then I'll be perfect." I look at her face once more and wonder out loud "how are you not tired? I mean you had to get on a really early flight to get here around now?"

"Oh quite easily actually I slept on the plane. The jets bed is really comfortable, I think I got more sleep this morning then I would in my own bed. Ana are you alright, you seem to be a bit flushed." Nichole walks to me and holds my shoulders. Flustered that this women has slept in the bed that Christian and I had…well. They changed the sheets no doubt so why worry.

"I'm just getting over this hangover I got from all my drinking yesterday. It should pass before any real negotiating start." She gives me a small squeeze of my shoulder and then grabs fruit from the counter. "Sorry I made you come all the way out here, I thought I could handle this by myself." I look back toward the window, I hate admitting that Christian is right. "My husband warn—"

"Don't even say it" she smiles at me as I look back to her with a shocked face. "As women, we never like to admit when we are wrong." We move toward the elevator to leave the sanctuary of the apartment. "Besides you're not wrong nor did you really do anything incorrectly. These men just respond to more force then some can give." I laugh at the absurdity of me being forceful enough to get these strangers to listen. I have a hard enough time with Christian.

Christian, I need to call him from the car. I want to know that my children made it to day care and I needed to say thank you for sending Nichole. We reach the elevator when Ms. Louise calls out "Wait I'm to feed you remember!" I turn to her voice and see she has eggs and bacon done and is rushing toward me. Remembering the day I ran from Sawyer I turn, and see that he is smiling and holding the doors open. I shove Nichole in and follow. "Close it, Close it fast!" Nichole and Sawyer now are both openly laughing at me.

I give Sawyer a steady stare and his laugh slows and he nods. He knows I will stand for some of Christians controlling but I will not take it from the staff nor from a distance. When I return from the meeting I either expect her to have been given a reality check, or her last pay check from the Greys. Though as I stare I start to see him get nervous, he fidgets. "Sawyer what has you nervous?"

I realize this is really really late but I just got back into the characters again. So this is what I had left over, from before my break. I will try to post the next chapter soon. I always see stories with Christian as top…im trying to write one where Ana tops…hopefully I get close.

Nichole: Happy days and nights from the writer.