Hi:( I got some bad news. I'm not sure when I can update again. You see... I got a friend named Maja and her mother died last week. She had a brain haemorrhage. If you don't know what that is, let me explain: When blood vessel burst, the skin normally just expands. But when it happen in the head, the skull doesn't expand, because it's a bone. The blood press the brain and that's not good. If you get two of those, it's over. Maja's mom got another on the way to the hospital and she couldn't take that. She was only 39 years old. And now Maja, her father Jimmy, and her little sister who is 6 years old, are all alone. But it's even worse! Maja's grandmother had it too and there may be a change Maja also has it. The funeral is tomorrow and I need to get through this before I can write again. I hope you all will understand.

R.I.P Jennifer.

Christian's POV:

I sighed and looked at my watch. Hope has been in the bathroom for twenty minutes now. Dear god, if she had fallen in the toilet...

I knocked on the door, "Hope? Are you okay?" I yelled through the door.

"One moment!" She yelled back.

I frowned. It was the fifth time she had yelled "One Moment!" I walked back to the kitchen and grabbed a juice. Since Hope was here, there was no beers, no wine, no alcohol at all. Only: Milk, soda, juice, chocolate milk and water. I was actually starting to like the grape juice. I took a sip and waited.

I turned around as the sound of small footsteps became louder. Hope was standing right infront of me, wearing yellow tights and a pink dress with a pony on it. She had made pigtails and was holding her backpack. "I'm ready!" She said, showing me her backpack. I looked suspicious at the bag, "What's in it?" Everytime we had got out of the house, Mrs. Jones had been smuggled sweets to Hope.

She opened her bag, so I could look inside, "I have got my cayons and my coloring books. Lily and some clothes for Lily. A skipping rope and some juice," She looked at me with her puppy eyes. Nobody can resist that!

"Wait here," I said and left to my office.

I came back with my laptop and headphones. "Here," I said, "You can watch videos and play on it while I'm having my meatings."

She nodded, her face full of awe, as she took the things and gently putted it in her backpack.

She closed her backpack and took my hand. We were about to leave, when Mrs. Jones yelled, "Wait! You forgot something!" She came running down with a picnic basket, "You can't leave with out some snacks!" She handed the basket to Hope, who was smilling like the sun, "Fank you!" She said.

"Now," Mrs. Jones continued, "There is four sodas, some biscuits, some fruit and a blueberry pie. Oh! And some pieces of yesterdays chocolate cake."

"She is going to be fat," I murmed, low enough to Hope couldn't hear me, but loud enough to Mrs. Jones could.

She smiled a warm, motherly smile and walked back to the kitchen. I shoke my head and took Hope's hand. We walked out, Hope signing "We're paiting the town red" It was a Danish song by Birthe Kjær. She had heard it on an old video from Eurovision 1989. I had heard the song before, but, apperently, Hope knew the whole song:

(A/N this is just the chorus. NOT the whole song;P)

We're painting the town red and the sky white of star gleam

All that is grey and borring gets an extra patch of colour

Then we give the clothes of night a brushstroke or more

And only when the sun says goodmorning and gets to work

We'll say goodnight!

I must admit, it was a pretty good song. "Mr. Taylor?" Hope said, as we got into the car. "Can you play "We'ee paiding the town red?" Pretty please."

I nodded and he turned on the radio. Hope kept singing that song the whole way to work. It actually made me pretty nervous. Leaving Hope alone while I was having meetings, freaked me out. Of course, she had Taylor and Andrea, but I would feel more safe if I could see her.

"Mr. Grey?" Taylor called, "We are here," He continued.

I nodded and helped Hope out of her child seat. "Are you ready?" I asked. She shoke her head and looked at the building, "Uh uh."

"Hey," I said and squatted infront of her, "I know it's scarry, but me and Taylor are here all the time, okay?"

She looked at me with fear in her pretty, blue eyes and hugged me. I hugged her back gentle and took her hand again.

We slowly walked up to the front door and walked inside. Normally, there was a lot of noises (People talking, footsteps, etc.) But there was totally quiet. I looked at the people and their eyes were almost out of their heads. I looked down at Hope who was holding my hand tightly. She made a sound like a hurted animal. I guided her over to the elevators and pressed the bottom.

People started whispering, but I could only here some of it:

"Who is that?"

"He doesn't date! How could he have a child?!"

"He probably knocked some girl of and he couldn't get rid of the child."

That's it! I turned aound and looked at Olivia, the intern, who was whispering to some other girl. "Olivia!" I yelled with rage, standing like a shield around me. She hurried over to me with her head down, "M-mr G-grey. What can I do for you? And who is this little girl?" She tried to smile a warmly smile to Hope, but it came out as a sick smile.

"Well, apperently, she is the daughter of a girl I got knocked up and coulnd't rid of," I couldn't keep the sarcasm out of my voice.

She looked like she was ready to die. "M-m-mr Grey! I-I-I didn't mean it like that! I-I just-"

I interrupted her before she could finish, "I don't care what you meant, the only thing I care about, is getting your fucking ass out of my building! And if you ever show your face here again, you are gonna end up, like a fucking little whore! Now, get out!" I was out of breath for yelling at Olivia, but she totally derserved it.

Olivia broke out crying and run into the ladies room. I turned around to look at Hope who was hugging her backpack. "Hey, pretty girl," I said and scotted her up in my arms, "Don't worry. It's okay. She was just a bad girl and she had to go away. Let's go up to my office, okay?"

She nodded and hugged me. With Hope in my arms, I walked into the elevator and listened to the music. The doors opened as we reached my floor and I walked over to Andrea.

"Goodmorning Andrea," I said.

"Goodmorning Mr. Grey," She said, looking pretty surprised. Or shocked. Probably both.

"This is Hope. She is living with me right now and you have to look after her, while I'm having my meetings. Hope, say hello to Andrea," I looked down at Hope who was hiding her face in my shirt.

"Hello Hope. I'm Andrea Parker. We are going to have a lot of fun today. Would you like that?" Andrea asked carefully.

Hope looked up from my chest and mumbled, "Hi."

"Hope, I have a meeting now, so can you stay with Andrea? You can waych something on my computer and have a piece of the blueberry pie," I lured.

"Uhm," Andrea said, clapping her hands, "I love blueberry pie! And watch about we watch Kim Possible? I had always loved that show. Especially Rufus! I always wanted a pet like him."

Hope jumped down from my arms and walked nervous over to Andrea. "I like Jim and Tim," She murmed.

Andrea smiled and helped Hope up on the chair, "Mr. Grey, we are going to be fine, and you are going to be late for your meeting."

I nodded and kissed Hope on the forehead, "Be a good girl and I will be back in a hour. Save some pie for me, okay?"

She nodded and gave me a smile. I smiled back and walked down to the conference room, but not before I heard: "Now, should we take a look at that blueberry pie?"

I smiled and walked into the room. Twenty people was starring, like they never had seen me smile before.