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Important-ish:
And no, Camilla Torres isn't dead, she just gave Nicolette up for adoption.
Remember at the beginning of the story... With Elena...?
Chapter 53: I'm Listening.
Nicolette looked at the woman with curious eyes as security checked her out.
No weapons.
Nothing lethal.
Nothing worthy of blackmail.
Nothing but a purse, wallet, tampons and a wrapped package.
"How did you get in here?" Walters asked, the woman blushed and ducked her head.
"I have the code. A man told me he could get me into the penthouse to see my daughter as long as I gave Max a package when I got here, that's the wrapped package right there. When I told him that I would do it, he gave me the code." Camilla answered, Nicolette frowned.
Who did what now?
"Do you know who the man is?" Walters asked.
"No sir. He said that she is a friend of Christian's, I met him at the diner I work part time at... Ge seemed to know who I am. Can I see my daughter now?" the woman asked.
"No ma'am, I'll need to take you into the security office and we will wait for Mr. Grey to arrive. He'll be here shortly." Clayton answered.
"I didn't come here for Christian, I came to see my daughter and to drop this damned package off!" Camilla shouted, Nicolette watched as her biological mother shook the package.
"What's in the package?" Walters asked.
"I don't know, it was wrapped when he handed it to me." Camilla said with frustration.
"Did you hear anything, smell anything, notice anything weird about the package?" Clayton asked.
"No, no and no." Camilla huffed, the elevator dinged again. This time it was a scheduled arrival.
Mr. Christian Grey.
\(o,o)/ With the not-so-mystery people
The beautiful blonde woman let out a huff, she knew that the bitch's mother would be in the penthouse soon. However, it was taking far too long for CEO Asshole to come to his beloved daughter's rescue.
Then an Audi came speeding through.
"Perfect." The man beside her croaked, a jagged scar cut through his eye brow and stopped at his hairline and before his eyelid. His mousy brown hair was now long enough to stay back in a ponytail, something the woman found odd, but didn't question. No, she needed his help to get her revenge. The woman touched her new nose and grimaced as she remembered the pain. If Christian had allowed her to teach his daughter she wouldn't have run off to Vegas to get married, she wouldn't have begged to leave the house, in which she wouldn't have gotten kidnapped.
If Christian had allowed her to teach his daughter to be submissive, he wouldn't be worried about half the things he is now.
And she'd make sure that Christian would see the light on that one.
Because this time, he wasn't going to win.
She checked the time... five minutes since the Audi flew through... Game time.
\(0-0)/ Back in the penthouse...
Christian frowned as the elevator entered, Camilla was still in the entryway and he could barely see strands of copper colored hair peaking from around the corner.
"What the fuck are you doing here Camilla?" Christian hissed, Camilla turned suddenly and crossed her arms at Christian.
"I'm here to see my daughter, Christian." Camilla spat.
"Your daughter? That's funny because you gave her up. She is now either Kathrine and Mike Johnson, or mine and Ana's daughter. Not fucking yours. You did nothing except give birth to her. You haven't done anything else but that." Christian seethed.
"You haven't fucking raised her either!" Camilla shouted.
"I was there, I was there to help her through every issue she's had the past four years. But I would have been there for the last almost twenty-one years if I had known about her." Christian spoke in a dark tone.
"Camilla, who gave you the package?" Christian asked.
"I don't kn-"
"Describe him." Christian ordered.
"As bossy as ever. He had brown hair and brown eyes, average height, strong build..." Christian began fishing a picture out of his pocket.
"This him?" Christian asked, it was a picture of Marcus Brown- the biggest target that security was keeping an eye on at the moment.
"No." Camilla answered.
"It's private... Look Camilla, do you know anything that could tell me what the man is up to? Think really hard." Christian asked.
"No, he just told me to deliver that package to Max and then he would get me into the penthouse." Camilla pouted.
Christian looked at the wrapped package that laid on the ground, before bending to pick it up.
"Has this been looked over?" Christian asked, and at Walters' head nod, Christian began to open it.
Inside was a teddy bear, with needles in its eyes and ears, with the stuffing falling out from the middle and the butt of the teddy bear. There was a piece of paper at the bottom.
"Be careful who you snitch on, or this may be your lovely wife."
Christian inhaled sharply.
The elevator dinged again.
"Well, well, well... It looks like our little messenger couldn't get the message to the right person." A bittersweet voice cackled.
Christian didn't need to turn around to know who the voice belonged to.
Elena damn Lincoln.
"What do you want Elena?" Christian hissed as he slowly turned. Elena was dressed in her (what Christian had thought nearly fifteen years ago) scariest dom outfit, tight black leather pants, knee high black stiletto boots, and a tight black corset that pushed her newly bought boobs to her collar bone. Her platinum blonde hair was pulled into a long, straightened ponytail.
"Tut tut, didn't I teach you how to treat your guests properly?" Elena tutted.
"When they are welcomed, however you are trespassing." Christian retorted, Elena looked around, and spotted the long copper curls and piercing green eyes peeking around the corner.
"I think we should move this party to your old office, Christian." Elena gestured to where Nicolette was, Christian turned and spotted his daughter. He ran his hands through his hair.
"Nicolette, we will be in your office. Do not go anywhere near it. You hear me." Christian demanded, calling his daughter out from her spot.
"Dad this is my place, and that is my office. Don't I have a right to-" Nicolette started.
"No. Not right now. Walters, keep my daughter and her friends away from the office. Clayton show Ms. Torres out." Christian ordered, Walters and Clayton nodded, as Christian led Elena into Nicolette's office.
Elena looked at the walls of the office, used to the boring 'Christian Grey' look, but now the walls held priceless instruments and drawers filled with blank music sheets.
The mahogany desk held pictures of Nicolette, Max, the boys, Christian and Ana and Nicolette's siblings.
"What do you want, Elena?" Christian demanded.
"Christian your daughter has been a very naughty girl, hasn't she? She ran away to Max when she first met you; she begged for freedom, that got her kidnapped; she begged to see Max again, and that broke her heart; she ran away from you again, and jumped off a bridge; she went out again that same week and nearly got attacked by a shark; she played soccer, ended up with a very severe concussion; she went back to Haven, came back heartbroken by the same man that had broken her heart earlier; for two years she ended up being able to stay away from that man and did as she was told, with no accidents or happenings; then two years of peace she met up with that man again and ran away to Vegas to get married... now does that sound like the good little girl she was just mere months ago?" Elena asked slyly. Christian ran the thoughts through his head.
Nicolette was able to stay away from Max for two years and she was perfectly safe, she did nothing wrong, nothing happened and she was amazing. She was happy enough and she wanted for nothing.
Is Max the problem here?
"Are you here to pit me against my son-in-law Elena?" Christian hissed, shaking the thoughts from his head.
"Of course not, I was just merely saying that Nicolette is just going to get hurt again, and with the threats flying to Max... It'd be a shame if Nicolette got hurt in the crossfire. I actually have come to like her, she's feisty, strong, good hearted, loving, compassionate... all the things I like about you Christian. Not to mention her right hook though." Elena forced a laugh, watching as her lies went over Christian's head.
"Elena cut the shit, what is going on?" Christian asked.
"You haven't heard?" Elena gasped, very realistically to her standards.
"Heard what?"
"I'm not surprised, I've been to a few of my favorite... clubs... recently and I've heard a lot of talk about a man that goes by the calling card Coniah. Apparently he has something against your son-in-law, something big. Like Max caught him whipping one of his subs, which happened to be a student in the school they both worked at and Max reported him, got him fired. Now Coniah is plotting revenge. It sounds bad... and it might involve your daughter." Elena grinned as Christian looked intrigued.
"I'm listening."