I set off on the journey from Bellevue to Downtown Seattle. I'm feeling quite nervous about meeting new people and starting work. My family have been very protective of me over the years, smothering me with love as I'm still considered to be the baby of the family even at 18years.

This is the first year that it was even contemplated that I should be allowed to work. Even then, Christian being the controlling over-protective brother that he is, suggested that if I was going to be gainfully employed then he would have me work for him where he could keep an eye on me.

As I drive I can't help thinking about how Christian is going to treat me as I enter his empire as an employee. Will I be just one of the thousands, head down and left to get on with my tasks? Will he be lenient with me, the ever affectionate big brother, letting me have an extra hour off now and again to work out or go to the pool, though I won't want to take advantage of his good nature. Or will he be extra tough, pushing me that extra mile and expecting more so as not to show any favouritism.

Over the years I have spent many a happy hour at Grey House being looked after by my big brother. It was usually during school holidays when mom and dad's schedules clashed. I couldn't go to work with Elliot as the construction sites were considered to be too dangerous. Although Mia was left at home on her own she wasn't considered mature enough to be responsible for me as well, especially as I was always up to mischief and would have driven her demented. So it was Christian that always stepped up to the challenge to take care me, after all he was strict, controlling but doted on me so wouldn't allow me to get into any trouble. Also because he was the sibling that I hero worshipped there was no chance I was going to misbehave and jeopardise any time that I would be spending alone with my idol.

I look fondly back to those days, sitting next to him as he pored over documents and paperwork. I would copy by reading a book. As he concentrated on his laptop I would play games on mine. In the very occasional meetings that couldn't be avoided or were too important to be cancelled I would sit discreetly in the corner engrossed in the latest technology like a Nintendo ds. Sometimes I would wait in the reception area on the 20th floor; I'd drag one of the white leather chairs over to the window and watch the people down below scurrying about their business whilst Andrea kept an eye on me. It was a good job he was the CEO though as we did spend rather a lot of the time going out for coffee and muffins for him, milkshakes and cookies for me.

I pull into the parking space that Christian has allocated to me and make my way towards reception. I'm about 20minutes early and notice that none of Christian's cars are parked up yet, unless Taylor has just dropped him and then gone to run errands. I enter through the glass front doors and make my way across the enormous lobby to the last elevator on the right; this is the only one that goes all the way up to the 20th floor. As I go to call the elevator one of the two security men stops me and asks me for my ID pass, maybe they don't recognise me. I mean I'm either on my skateboard or accompanying Christian. I explain it's my first day at work so he kindly sends me back to reception to get a visitor pass until I can get my photo pass later in the day.

Luckily the lady on reception recognises me in my suit and just gives me a visitor pass to keep the security men happy. The security man must be new, he's being overly cautious because as I approach the elevators once more he asks me where I will be working and do I know which floor. I tell him I have a meeting with Mr Grey at 8a.m so he lets me pass. The elevator whisks me up to Christian's reception area and Andrea is there to meet me. She exclaims about how smart I look and that she can't believe I'm going to be working here. She then introduces me to Olivia and I find myself totally mesmerised for the second time in less than 24hours. What is happening to me at the moment, my raging hormones must have finally kicked in as this has never happened before. Andrea knows me so well though that she immediately distracts me with my absolute favourite, cinnamon bun and glass of milk. She knows how to spoil me and get on my good side.

The phone rings and Andrea goes to answer it, I hear her say 'Yes Sir' and know immediately it's Christian but she connects him straight through to Ros his number 2. As I'm finishing my drink Christian is back on the phone to Andrea, she mentions I've just arrived and then pauses before looking uncertainly at me and then finishing the conversation and putting the phone down.

Before Andrea speaks to me my blackberry buzzes and instinctively I know its Christian. I glance at the message and realise that he's taken the cowards way out, apologising to me by text. Apparently something has come up and he can't make it to the office till 2pm. Disappointment runs through me and I don't ever remember feeling like this about the brother I love so much. Did he forget about me, only remembering I was here when Andrea said I'd arrived. What is more important to him than his younger brother starting work for the first time and for his company. It hits me like a thunderbolt and I have to force myself to breathe deeply and try and relax. Ana, she is more important to him than me. She's the one that he loves. Is this to do with her?

I tell Andrea in my most cheerful voice that I can muster that I will be back later and then head back down to the foyer. I don't even reply to his text, in fact I switch my phone off, I don't want to be contacted and I certainly don't want to be traced. I head out into the fresh air, put my head down and walk.