Just Breathe Chapter 26, a fifty shades trilogy fanfic

Just Breathe. Chapter 26 – all the news that is fit to print…and reactions from the happy and unhappy masses
Sunday, October 2, 2011

****** Seattle Times ******

Steele-Grey Nuptials, October 1
by Katherine Kavanagh, Intern, Seattle Times

Mr. Raymond Steele of Montesano, WA and Mrs. Robert (Carla) Adams of Savannah, GA announce the marriage of their daughter, Anastasia Rose Steele, to Christian Trevelyan Grey, son of Carrick and Grace Grey of Bellevue, WA. The couple wed October 1 in a private ceremony at his parents' home in Bellevue. Judge Heath Gibson, Kirkland, officiated. The maid of honor was Katherine Kavanagh and the groomsman was Ethan Kavanagh, daughter and son of Keaton and Celeste Kavanagh, Seattle. The best man was Elliott Grey and the bridesmaid was Mia Grey; son and daughter of Carrick and Grace Grey, Seattle. The junior bridesmaid was Sophia Taylor, daughter of Jason Taylor, Seattle; friend of the couple.

The bride graduated from Washington State University at Vancouver, WA in May, 2011. She is a Copy Editor at Grey Publishing, Seattle. She wore a white satin and embellished silk lace gown designed by Couture by Celeste, Seattle. The groom attended Harvard University and is the CEO of Grey Enterprises Holdings. The groom wore a Tom Ford grey tuxedo with blush pink silk vest, tie and pocket square.

Raymond Steele, father of the bride, is the owner of Steele Woodworking, Montesano, WA. Carrick Grey is a partner in Grey and Dawson Legal Group, Seattle. Dr. Grace Trevelyan Grey is a pediatrician at Northwest Hospital, Seattle.

The couple, who met at the WSUV graduation this spring, is honeymooning in Europe and plan to live in Seattle.

****** Seattle Times ******

Evette Wilson responded to a Google alert. It was set to notify her of news about Christian Grey's life. When Jason made her sign an NDA for Grey; she started following him via Google alerts. It explained where Jason was half the time he didn't answer emails, voicemails or texts. She opened the link to Seattle Times online. Bastard. Jason Taylor was a grade A, brass-bulleted bastard. She should have known something was up when he asked for Sophie from eight a.m. to eight p.m. yesterday. Usually he fought to get her from six p.m. on Friday evening to six p.m. on Sunday evening. Taylor was obviously guarding Christian Grey on his honeymoon in Europe now; since Sophie was delivered home at 7:50 by Prescott, one of his security staff.

Sophie must have had clothes for the wedding. So where the hell were they? She came home in the clothes she was wearing when she left. Evette could sell her wedding attire at a consignment shop; especially after she got her hands on a picture of the wedding party. The monies she raised from the wedding clothes would allow Sophie to participate in a few weekend events organized by the school. Also, once she got her hands on a picture of the wedding party, she would post it with the newspaper article on the weekend happenings webpage at Sophie's private school. Maybe some of the school's society moms would invite Sophie for overnight stays at their homes; especially if they thought Sophie's dad was a 'friend' of Christian Grey. The bonus for Evette…it would give her more time to find a new man…preferably one who wasn't afraid of Taylor and who could take care of her and Sophie in style.

She would call her lawyer first thing tomorrow morning. Since Jason neglected to include Sophie's mother in that special event with her daughter, she wasn't going to play nice anymore. She would claim Sophie was in danger when she was in close proximity to Christian Grey. After all; his fiancée was almost kidnapped and one of his security staff was shot. Evette felt the judge would see her side of things. No more billionaire-sponsored events for her daughter. Jason would have to play Disney Daddy on his own time and his own dime unless he was willing to invite Evette to chaperone her daughter at Grey-sponsored events.

Savory Seattle Service delivered the leftovers from the Steele-Grey wedding to Blessed Sacrament Church before eight o'clock. Nancy and Heather, the owners of Savory, had an ongoing relationship with the organizers at Blessed Sacrament. They would take the leftovers from catered events to Blessed Sacrament to use in their Sunday soup kitchen. Today's donation would feed about thirty people. It didn't seem like much, when you realized staff at Blessed Sacrament served 300-500 each Sunday. Mr. Grey insisted they donate the leftovers; even if the menu was a little unusual for a wedding. Who wanted gourmet macaroni and cheese at their wedding? The mushroom ravioli paired well with the baron of beef and the pasta Alfredo with racks of lamb. They cooked the macaroni and cheese especially to pair with the salmon. There were two dozen servings of the prawns and crab cakes. If the remaining antipasti station food was diced small enough, it would make a very good pasta primavera that could serve 60 people. Sometimes when they donated food in this small amount; it would be divided into individual portions and taken to shut-ins.

Nancy and Heather were glad Steele-Grey wedding was over because they could now post it on their website. It might garner some gourmet bookings between now and the New Year. Heather created a menu listing for the wedding they could post on their site. They weren't allowed to use any pictures of Mr. and Mrs. Grey, but they were allowed to post pictures of the rest of the wedding party taking advantage of the buffet…and with Elliott, Grace and Carrick Grey prominently figured in three of the shots, it was worth the NDA they signed in advance to not reveal anything before the wedding date.

Voicemails left on Mia's phone

8:15 a.m. – from Mia's friend Lily Cameron
WTF Mia! We've been friends since we were 15, and you didn't tell me about this? Why didn't I get an invite? You haven't told any of your friends about this! We have to read about their "committed" status in the paper, and then read about their engagement in the paper, and now we have to read about their wedding in the paper. This sucks. I mean, I don't really know the bride, but I've known your brother forever! I should have been invited just to … I don't know… take care of the guest book, or carry presents, or catch the bouquet! Call me girlfriend! I want the details unless your brother made you sign a nondisclosure agreement.

8:20 a.m. – from Mia's friend Jade Saunders
WTF Mia! We've been friends since we were sophomores and have shared everything! Including when Max Turner was totally crushing on you while he was dating Lily! Did you help organize the wedding? You owe me coffee and details!

8:25 a.m. – from Mia's friend Jill Levy
WTF Mia! Why aren't you answering your voice mail or texts? Look, I understand that your brother probably didn't let you gossip about wedding things this last month…but I don't know how you could have kept quiet about this? My parents think she's pregnant since they've only known each other like five minutes before they got married. She doesn't look pregnant in the picture in the paper. So spill! Are you going to be an auntie? Did you meet anyone cute at the wedding? Did you catch the bouquet? Can you talk about the wedding now? Call me!

8:30 a.m. – from Mia's friend Mercedes Malcom
WTF Mia? You never said a word this whole month about this! You know I don't gossip like Lily. I used to be good friends with her for like 5 years, but when we had a falling out; she gossiped about my personal life to people behind my back. Everyone knows that she's a stalker for every good-looking man in your life. Come on…I want specifics and I don't mean the underground rapper either! Call me girlfriend!

9:00 a.m. – from Ethan Kavanagh
Hi Mia! It's Ethan. You're probably sleeping right now, or helping your mom clear up after the wedding yesterday. If you need help; just call. I'm not doing anything today; I could help out. I really enjoyed hanging out with you last night at the wedding. I was wondering, since you said you aren't seeing anyone right now, if you would like to go out with me?

"Nice picture!" Gwen said, passing the paper over to Roz. "I hope she packed the lingerie we gave her for the bridal shower."

"I'm pretty sure Grey will have a good time on his honeymoon with or without it," Roz laughed. "I can't wait to see the picture of us at the wedding. I saved the label off a bottle of that champagne we had for toasts last night."

"Why?" Gwen asked.

"Because that champagne made my little girl dance and drop her pants," Roz planted a kiss on her wife. "I intend to buy a case of it for special occasions. Is there any more coffee in the pot?"

"Yes, but…" Gwen hesitated.

"But what…" Roz teased, stroking her fingers up and down Gwen's arm.

"I made a fresh pot…and you're going to need it. Grey House Communications Department has been calling and leaving messages on the land line for the last hour while you were showering and getting dressed. Some of them are starting to sound anxious that they haven't heard from you. Every news outlet on the West Coast has heard about Mr. Grey's wedding yesterday and it's not even nine yet!"

"Damn," Roz said. "I should have asked for a month's vacation when he told me about the wedding."

"Protest all you want…I'm the one who is going to be a Grey House widow for the next month while you Louboutin up." Gwen pouted until Roz kissed her.

"You can always come to my office after your last student of the day drives away," Roz offered. "We can order takeout, you can work on lesson plans, grade papers or read while I'm working."

"Which translates to 'Gwen, come sit half-naked in my office and keep me from utter boredom in between conference calls,' right?" Gwen said. "Getting caught semi-nude by inquisitive security staff is not my idea of fun."

"I'll keep the cameras and the PDAs to a minimum, I promise. I also promise to let you stay fully clothed," Roz made the Girl Scout sign with her fingers. "Besides, you know Grey doesn't like me to screw around at work."

"No, he doesn't like it if you screw up at work," Gwen corrected her.

"Something special for you to read," Detective Clark passed the lifestyle section of the Seattle Times newspaper to Elena Lincoln in an interrogation room at the King County Jail. "I thought you might like to read it in private."

Elena read the paper and handed it back to Detective Clark. "He really is a stupid son-of-a-bitch, isn't he?" Christ, our kind doesn't do love…she has him twisted…thinking he's in love…well; when she pregnant, and walks away with half of his billions…he'll come to his senses and come back to me. He always does. He's not meant to be a husband or a father.

"Stupid? By publicly extricating himself from your business partnership and by marrying the woman you tried to kidnap? I'd venture a guess Christian Grey doesn't give a piss in the wind about your opinion. By the way, stop by the commissary when you have time. There's an inmate package for you. Maybe Mrs. Christian Grey sent you wedding cake."

"Good morning, lovely lady," Aedan brought Sabine breakfast in bed.

She stretched and sat up, "What did I do to deserve breakfast in bed?"

"You fell in love with me," he said, dropping a kiss to her lips and setting the tray down over her legs. "Wait for me?" He asked.

He was back in just a few minutes with another tray for him, and the morning paper.

"Someone's been at the paper," she teased him. "Couldn't sleep? Jet lag getting to you?"

"I woke early, but I got a rude awakening when I read the paper," Aedan said, taking the covers off their plates. "Whole grain waffles spread with honey-nut cream cheese and sliced bananas, coffee and mimosa for you. Whole grain waffles, scrambled eggs, ham, sliced tomato, coffee and Bloody Mary for me."

"Yum," Sabine sipped her mimosa. "Our one month anniversary isn't until tomorrow…so obviously there's news you're trying to soften. Break-in at the club?"

"Nope," Aedan settled himself and sipped his coffee. "Just read the paper…" He handed it to her.

"You want to tell me where to look? The paper's about as thick as I am this morning." Sabine asked.

"Lifestyle section," Aedan concentrated on his breakfast.

Sabine sorted through the paper, pulling out the ads and Sunday fillers. She pulled the sports section and handed it off to Aedan. Her next stop…Lifestyle section. She blinked and her spine stiffened…above the fold on the front page…a 5x7 color photo of Grey and Miss Steele. Sabine read the wedding announcement. "Holy shit…they did it!" She said.

"Yeah," Aedan said. "They did it." He drank his coffee.

"Holy shit…does Elena Lincoln know?" She asked.

"I don't know," he said. "We missed some interesting times while we were gone. I saw that and went researching on the web. Interesting articles about Elena Lincoln trying to kidnap Miss Steele. Elena, Isaac and Susannah Martin are in jail."

"Holy f…." Sabine's face went white. "How?"

"Online says Elena planned it; Susannah tried to kidnap Miss Steele and a friend at gunpoint, and Isaac was the getaway driver. They are all in the King County Jail." Aedan ate a bite of tomato and ham.

"It wasn't a media prank that went wrong?" Sabine asked.

"No, it was all over the papers September 11. On September 10th at the Bridal Faire; Elena fought with one of Miss Steele's bodyguards and shot her."

"Is she okay?" Sabine asked. "Both of them, Miss Steele and the bodyguard?"

"Miss Steele thwarted her own kidnapping. Rumor says the bodyguard fought with Elena; but the bullet was lodged next to her femoral artery. She's lucky to be alive. Seattle Nooz says Elena's house was searched. No one knows what SPD found." Aedan said. "It's very important you not have contact with the sub-club."

"Not a problem. I won't take any calls if I don't know the number." Sabine promised.

"Ditto for me. I want us to check voicemails together. If anyone asks questions, we've been out of the country and have only had contact with Dominick, Louis and Melora. We don't know from nothing." Aedan said wisely. "We just got back from our honeymoon last night and are taking a quiet week to recover from jet lag and travel."

"How quiet?" Sabine asked.

"The playroom is sound-proofed. Is that quiet enough?" Aedan winked.

"Something special for you to read," Detective Clark passed the lifestyle section of the Seattle Times newspaper to Susannah Martin in an interrogation room. "I thought you might like to read it in private."

Susannah read the article. She stared at the picture for a long time. She read the article again. "I'm not talking to you without my lawyer present." She laid the paper on the table, and crossed her arms over her chest. She was not going to break down into tears in front of a cop. A honeymoon in Europe…at this moment, she didn't know who she hated worse, Elena or Mr. Grey.

"I thought he was gay until the announcement of their relationship," Clark commented, picking up the paper. "They met at the end of May, are in a committed relationship by July 4th, engaged by Labor Day, and married a month later."

"Everyone thought he was gay," she said sadly. "I'd like to stop by the infirmary on my way back to my cell. I'm getting a migraine."

Hannah, Claire, Emily and Amber read and reread the Seattle Times announcement of Ana's wedding. It was so romantic! Dancing was fun…not at all stuffy like they feared. Ana told them to expect classical music…but the D.J. was so much fun! The Grey family welcomed them and ensured they were having a good time. They enjoyed the ceremony, the food, the libations and the single men! Since they had all signed NDAs, they could gossip to their hearts' content as long as they weren't overheard or quoted on Seattle Nooz.

Hannah shared that she managed to get one dance with Sawyer, Ana's bodyguard. Amber shared that she managed to get one dance with Elliott Grey. His girlfriend Kate, Ana's maid of honor, must have been in the powder room at the time. Claire shared that she had not one, but two dances with Ana's photographer friend, José. Emily blushed and shared that she danced a lot with Ryan, one of Ana's bodyguards, until Barney caught the garter. Then she danced with him a few times. But they had been so busy talking about computers, podcasts and video games; she didn't pay attention to his dancing.

"I'm glad wedding season is over for this year. I'm very tired of having family ask me when it's my turn…like I'm next in line to take that uncomfortable three-hour burro ride to the bottom of the Grand Canyon." Hannah said,

"I'm glad wedding season is over, because I've got to get my credit card paid off before the holidays. My mother's nagging at me to come home for Christmas this year. I'm already out big money for clothes, wedding and bridal shower gifts, and travel…not to mention the baby showers I had to attend while I was home for a wedding. I went to the wedding last year…and this year I'm getting baby shower invites. Seriously, if I have one more girlfriend or female cousin get married in Provo before June of next year…she's doing it without me." Amber commented.

"Ugh…" Claire interjected. "At the last wedding…one of the single guys asked me to dance before the garter and bouquet toss. He offered me $50 to leave right there and then with him so we didn't have to go through it. I told him to keep his money, but to get me the hell out of there. He had just broken off a three-year relationship and didn't want fixed up with anyone. I don't care if my friend thinks he and I had a one-night stand. If I had to hear Girls Just Wanna Have Fun one more time during a bouquet toss; or The Stripper one more time during a garter toss this year…I was going to toss my cookies."

"I know what you mean; I went to six weddings this year," Emily said. "I'm glad wedding season is over too. At the last wedding; after the bride and groom left, all the singles had to participate in a speed dating event. I don't know whose mother thought of it…but I won't do it again. I'm tired of the fix ups. Between school and my work schedule, by the time the weekends roll around; I'm too tired to think about shaving my legs for a date; let go on one. Just give me someone who wants to do coffee once in a while; buys the pizza once in a while; and doesn't have 300 selfies decorating his Facebook page. It's bad enough that my mother insists I go to the Jewish Singles lunch on the last Saturday of every month. Every bride stuck me at the singles table at the back of the room next to some loser the groom knew who they couldn't fix up with anyone else."

"Except Ana," Hannah said. "Although I wish I had been seated beside Sawyer. He seemed to hit it off with Ana's friend Samantha."

"Nothing personal, but what did Samantha have that we don't?" Asked Claire. "I noticed all the male bodyguards danced with her, plus Ana's friend José was in hot pursuit of her too."

"José wanted to ask Sam questions about Ana growing up…which Sam hated. Sam is a police officer for Las Vegas Metro. The security guys could talk guns with her." Hannah explained. "She fit their comfort zone."

They all laughed. The stones in the vase instead of a memory book were a great idea. The bouquet toss was the best! They were relieved when there was no mandatory dance with the single man who caught the garter. They had been in awkward situations before. Amber shared that she once had to dance with a single, gay uncle. She reported that he met the wedding planner at that wedding, and is now in a happy committed relationship! Plus, since all of her single cousins and girlfriends use that wedding planner…she gets reminded of that damn dance every time she returns to Provo.

Claire shared that she once had to dance with an ex-significant other. She had been invited by the bride; he had been invited by the groom. Luckily they were seated at different tables during the reception. Unluckily…she caught the bouquet; he caught the garter. She said they muttered obscenities to one another the whole time they were dancing. She said it was worse than the hall sex they had with one another at the end of their relationship. "It totally ruined Aerosmith's Don't Want to Miss a Thing forever!" Everyone laughed; they had been there and done that before too.

Hannah shared that she once had to dance with a cousin…a fifteen-year-old, overweight, pimply, geeky cousin who used too much Drakkar Noir aftershave in lieu of an appropriate amount of soap. Someone told him that he would get lucky with the girl who caught the bouquet. She had to explain to him that …ewww, no…they weren't going to be kissing cousins!

Emily shared that she had been asked for a coffee date next Saturday by none other than…Barney! She said he looked kind of hot with the football tucked under his arm…despite the garter ribbons hanging out. She couldn't say no. They gossiped about the granny panties Mr. Grey threw before throwing the garter. Who knew Ana had such a wicked sense of humor!

They talked about clothes at the wedding and thanked each other for their endless searches of designer clothes at consignment stores and rack sales at Nieman Marcus and Nordstrom's. They swooned about the food, the cake, the decorations and the Grey estate. They loved that Ana arranged a private driver for them to and from the wedding. It meant they were free to party without having to worry about designated drivers. They shared candid pictures they were able to take at the reception and emailed them to Hannah's work email so she could send them on to Ana.

Carla sipped her coffee slowly, nursing a low-grade champagne-induced headache. After Ana and Christian departed last night, Bob kept her lubricated with champagne until they could make a quiet getaway without having to help with the cleanup or saying goodbye to guests they didn't know. They danced a few dances together. She was proud to show him off, even if Ana wasn't. He looked so distinguished in his tux; she wished he had a more prominent part in Ana's wedding. Still, he came to Ana's wedding to support her and that was good enough.

Bob passed the paper over to her. Carrick had half a dozen Sunday Seattle Times delivered to their room this morning. She quietly read the announcement of Ana's wedding. In her opinion, the picture was better than the article. She could find no fault with the picture. They made a good-looking couple. The article failed to mention Bob's successful business in Savannah. She would cut the announcement out of one of the papers and take it home. The half a dozen papers were excessive. She would put the excess on the room service cart before putting it out in the hall. Room service could put them on someone's cart and charge for them.

She spent Friday evening, after the bridal shower, looking at wedding announcements in the Seattle Times online. She read, with great interest, two other wedding announcements. Once was for Falco-Keyes and one was for Dawson-Davenport. The Falco-Keyes wedding over Labor Day was a destination wedding at a castle in Ireland – and they honeymooned in Ireland and Italy for a month! The bride had sapphire orchids as a bridal bouquet, not plain white roses! Their color picture in the paper was breathtaking! While sapphire and white seemed to be her colors; at least there WAS color in the palette! The Dawson-Davenport wedding was interesting because he was Carrick Grey's legal partner at Grey and Dawson Legal Group. His daughter had six attendants and over 300 guests in the Northern Lights Dome Room at the Arctic Club, Seattle…with a wedding planner! She sighed. It was a done deal now…no changing anything.

When she asked Sarah to send her copies of the wedding pictures, Sarah explained she signed a contract to give all the pictures, memory cards, etc. to the Communications Department at Grey House. They, via Christian, approved the one picture used in today's announcement. She would have to wait until Ana's return from her honeymoon to see the formal pictures. While she was not a fan of José; at least he took her email address to send her some of the candid photos from the wedding. Bob took some candid shots too, since he really didn't have anything else to do. He would upload them to the laptop, and she could watch a slide presentation on her way home. She really wanted a professional picture of her and Bob at the photography nook inside the marquee for Bob's work desk and for her home office.

"I decided we should take a side trip," Bob said. "I changed our airline tickets from travel early this afternoon to mid-morning tomorrow. I paid to extend our stay here one more day. I see no reason for us to rush off. We could call Carrick and Grace and arrange something. Maybe Carrick will feel like golfing this afternoon. You could invite Grace for afternoon tea or a spa day."

"I'd rather not," Carla said. "Let's have a couple's spa morning with a gourmet lunch. We can detox in the sauna. I inquired about taking a two-hour helicopter tour over Seattle and the Cascade Mountains. We could do that this afternoon. We can have a quiet dinner in the hotel tonight. I will invite Carrick and Grace for breakfast tomorrow morning. However, since it's Monday and they're both working; we probably won't see them. I sent a lovely bottle of wine with a thank-you note for Grace playing hostess at brunch on Saturday. We've already said our thanks and goodbyes, so if we don't see them; we've done our duty."

"Speaking of duty," Bob said, "we need to have a conversation." He paused. "Carla, I love Ana; she's very special just like you. She was almost an adult when we became involved. If she had been a child; I would have reconsidered pursuing you. You know I never planned to be a father. It's why I got a vasectomy when I was 25. It was never a lifestyle I wanted. Now that Ana's married; I need to know if you want to move to Seattle when I retire."

"Why would I be set on moving to Seattle?" Carla asked.

"If it's important to live close to your grandchildren, I would move to Seattle to make you happy. But you are so vivacious; I don't think you'd be happy playing grandmother; at least not for twenty years or so." Bob said. "I love you Carla. I love our life together. Ana's a great girl…but I'm hesitant to give up the life I'm building for us to play grandma and grandpa. Not just yet, anyway."

"I love my daughter; but I never intended to get pregnant so young in my life. Having been disowned by a large, intrusive family - I never yearned for a large family. I'm glad you never wanted a child because it would have been a deal breaker for me also. Ana and my relationship is better now than it was when she was a child. You and I are better with teenagers and young adults…I don't know if I can do diapers again." Carla shrugged. "His family seems so keen to be grandparents and great-grandparents… we can just be there on the side to offer support and guidance."

"After the wedding events this week; it's obvious to me that Ana has her own mind and won't be listening to suggestions from anyone but Christian. I want to spend my golden years having fun with you. I've been developing a plan. I believe I could take an early retirement in five years at the age of 60. We can examine my portfolio with a retirement analyst when we return to Savannah. I'd like to move to Scottsdale after I retire. We can sell the business and the house in Savannah. I can finally sell my interests in the business in Las Vegas. Scottsdale has a performing arts center, plus culture, nightlife, golf courses," Bob paused. "If we get a condo at Legend Trail – they have a golf course, tennis courts, pools, spa and fitness center, walking paths and a restaurant on site. They have two or three bedroom condos." Bob said. "Some of their condos have more square footage than our home."

"Honestly; Ana is quite self-sufficient. She hasn't really needed me since she was sixteen. I don't think she needs me to hold her hand during Lamaze classes, or to give advice when she's picking colors for a nursery. Everything is online these days…we can stay in touch with Ana weekly via emails or Skype until we have a family holiday together." Carla set her cup down. "Besides, Scottsdale is closer to Seattle; I'm sure Ana would approve."

Bob reached out to hold her hand. "We could get a club membership; I can golf two or three days a week. We could join a tennis club. We could entertain. Instead of going back tomorrow, I thought we could take a side trip to Scottsdale. We can play tourist there until Friday, and then go back home to Savannah. I'd like for us to check Savannah out a few times before we retire there. There are opera houses in Phoenix and Tucson. We could have opera weekends where we fly to Phoenix, a five star hotel, good seats, gourmet dinners, side trips to Scottsdale which is 30 minutes away, and return home. It's a three-hour flight, nonstop, from Seattle to Phoenix, so if you wanted to swing by to see Ana; we could arrange it."

"I love you, and I'm very proud to be your wife. If you want to retire to Scottsdale; I support you and your choices. I think I'd rather not let anyone know we are moving to Scottsdale until it's a done deal. I don't feel like fielding interference from anyone. It's not like we're fragile senior citizens and need family within fifteen minutes of where we are," Carla said.

"I love you…and I adore you too," he kissed her passionately. "Have I told you how much I appreciate your taste in lingerie? I feel like the luckiest man on earth because I'm with you." Breakfast was forgotten…for a while.

"Everett Events is here to take down the ceremony and reception items. Mia is coordinating everything. Everett Events bought the terrariums from Ray yesterday before the wedding. They will take them out of here today."

Carrick kissed Grace on top of her head. "Lovely wedding darling."

"Hum…" she smiled from reading the newspaper. "I have to call Keaton Kavanagh and have more papers sent to us."

"Done," Carrick reached for the thermal carafe of coffee.

"Really?" she looked at Carrick with surprise.

"Arranged it last night. Kate will bring them to us later today." Carrick replied. "I took the liberty of having one delivered to Elena in jail. What's for breakfast?"

"You what?" Grace's shocked voice was just a decibel or two below a full-blown shout.

"I sent a Seattle Times to Elena in jail. I also arranged for her to receive an inmate package with a box of Hostess Cupcakes and a bottle of sparkling apple juice." Carrick grinned.

"Why?" Grace asked, confused.

"Because I want to keep her off guard. Sometime this week she will be charged with sexual exploitation of children, formerly, child pornography. Last Friday her house was searched and the SPD found enough items to charge her. They haven't been able to locate or identify any of her underage partners. The District Attorney's Office is taking their time to thoroughly investigate before they charge her."

"Oh Cary…why didn't you tell me what was going on before the wedding?" Grace asked.

"Because I wanted this kept as far away from Christian and Ana's wedding as possible. Now that they are in Europe on their honeymoon, Elena can't get to him if she tries." Carrick said bitterly. "He requested a no-contact order for him, Ana, the businesses, Franco, all of us, etc. The judge didn't hesitate to sign them."

"What's it like for her…in there?" Grace asked.

"Up at six, roll call, breakfast, some sort of work program, lunch, another roll call, back to work, then to her cell, a common room or exercise yard. Roll call, dinner, followed by an opportunity to shower and send her clothes and linens down to the laundry. Common room time if she desires. Another roll call, confinement to her cell with reading or letter writing privileges, lights out, sleep. Sundays there are church services by denomination."

"The other inmates don't know about…?" Grace couldn't bring herself to say it.

"I don't think so. She was still in general population when I made the arrangements for the box from the commissary." Carrick said.

'I'm glad Mia made arrangements for the caterers to take the leftover reception food to a soup kitchen today," Grace said. "I'm drinking coffee and eating wedding cake for breakfast. If you want something else, we have leftover ham, pastries and ingredients to make mimosas from yesterday. Mrs. Greggory can make you an omelet."

"So no Theo and Frannie or Rachel and Ben this morning?" Carrick asked.

"No, they're all going out to brunch somewhere. Then Rachel and Ben are going home," Grace replied. "Theo said to call him, there's a ball game next Saturday."

"No Bob and Carla today?" Carrick hid a smirk.

"I asked Susan and Samantha to brunch, but she said they made plans with Ray and the Rodriguez men last night. She said Bob and Carla want a quiet day; so they won't be in touch either.

"I like Ray," Carrick said. "I like Susan and Samantha too," then he laughed. "I also took the liberty of having half a dozen Seattle Times sent to Carla and Bob's room at the Hyatt."

"Enough said, darling. I think that calls for a mimosa," she rang for Gretchen.

"That would be Dr. T. ringing for you," Mrs. Greggory announced to Gretchen.

"No, that would be Dr. T. ringing for you," Gretchen said. "Here is my letter of resignation. Here is my key to the house. When I leave here in a few minutes; I won't be back. I took my accrued leave last week so I didn't have to watch the wedding stuff arrive or get set up. I'm not staying around to help tear down or clean up after wedding guests. When I wasn't in classes last week, I found a new job working at a hotel. I will work as a maid in the mornings, school in the afternoons and work as a server for big events on nights and weekends. The hotel is on the same L line as the University."

"You did leave a forwarding address so Dr. T. can mail your final paycheck and letter of recommendation?" Mrs. Greggory asked.

"Yes," Gretchen said sullenly, looking around the kitchen. Her gaze fixated on the leftover wedding cake and bottles of champagne still prominently displayed inside the glass-door refrigerator.

"You are a fool to leave a permanent job after two years – especially considering the way the job market is now," Mrs. Greggory said. "Mr. Grey never looked twice at you the entire time you've worked here. Men like him don't marry the hired help. You're not Sabrina Fairchild, he's not David Larrabee."

"He married her didn't he; and she works for him!" Gretchen snapped.

"He met her before he bought the company where she works. You'd better go now; before Dr. T. comes looking for you. I don't think she'd appreciate your animosity toward her new daughter-in-law." Mrs. Greggory said wisely.

They heard the bell again. "I'm off to see what Dr. T. wants. Travel safe, be well, be happy," Mrs. Greggory left the kitchen.

Gretchen slipped one of the unopened bottles of champagne from the refrigerator into her tote. She patted her key on top of the envelope and walked out the door. I'll be happier now that I'm not torturing myself weekly, wondering if I will see him. When I get home I will cancel my online subscription to Seattle Times, and cancel my Google alert for him and all things Grey. Once I step away from the Greywatch group on Twitter…I have to do my best to not actively look for information about him.

"Well," Ray said, "they should have touched down in London by now." He raised his tea cup to Susan, Samantha, José Senior and José. They had gathered in the Eques Restaurant in the Hyatt Bellevue. "Here's to a quiet breakfast for us and a happy honeymoon for Annie and Christian."

"Cheers," José said, holding up his Bloody Mary. He took pictures of the group with the Olympic Mountains as their background. "I brought copies of the Seattle Times if you haven't seen the announcement. Anyone want to see pictures from last night?" He opened his laptop and started a slide show of the candid photographs.

"Oh boy…" Ray said, staring at the not-so-complementary pictures of Carla. "I recommend destroying some of those pictures. It's not worth upsetting Ana and Carla will certainly…seethe."

"I will," Jose said, "I plan to crop her out of as many as I can before I destroy the rest. Speaking of Carla…has anyone heard from her this morning?"

"I called their suite, asking them to go to breakfast with us before they got on the plane. She claims to be a little under the weather from last night's excessive champagne toasts, so we won't see them before we return to Las Vegas," Susan admitted.

"About that…" Ray, José Senior and José all spoke at the same time.

The guard noticed Elena Lincoln was not eating. She stared out the window; left alone at the table by herself. He noticed her finger poking in a squirt of ketchup on her plate and poking it in her sandwich...or what was left of her sandwich. It had been nibbled on and resembled the shape of a gingerbread man. She poked the sandwich over and over, mechanically, impaling it with a faux bloody finger. He filmed her actions and inattention. "Inmate, the food is for eating, not playing. If you're done eating, clear your tray and leave the lunch room."

She paused by the commissary on her way back to her bunk. There was an inmate package for her. Paperwork noted that Carrick arranged for her to receive a box of Hostess Cupcakes and a large bottle of TalkingRain Sparkling ICE apple juice. The bottle was a plastic two-liter with a plastic twist-off cap. After dinner she would take the cupcakes and the juice down to the common room and see if anyone felt like making a trade. Sunday was a good visitation day for most of them. She needed an emery board, finger nail polish, good shampoo and good conditioner. Trades would work for now; but she needed someone to put cash in her commissary account. She could play nice during a visitation session. The problem was finding someone to visit her. Her lawyer wasn't advancing her any money; all the society friends she made through Grace would not visit her in jail.

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~~~~~ Christian Grey weds Anastasia Steele, October 1 ~~~~~
Special from Seattle Times

Christian Grey, CEO of Grey Enterprises Holdings, married his fiancée, Anastasia Steele, in a private outdoor ceremony at the home of his parents, Carrick and Grace Grey, Bellevue, WA. Miss Steele is the daughter of Raymond Steele of Montesano, WA and Carla Adams of Savannah, GA. Judge Heath Gibson, Kirkland, WA officiated. The maid of honor was Katherine Kavanagh and the groomsman was Ethan Kavanagh, daughter and son of Keaton and Celeste Kavanagh, Seattle. The best man was Elliott Grey and the bridesmaid was Mia Grey; siblings of the groom and daughter and son of Carrick and Grace Grey, Seattle. The junior bridesmaid was Sophia Taylor, daughter of Jason Taylor, Seattle; a friend of the couple.

The bride graduated from Washington State University in Vancouver, WA in May, 2011. She is a Copy Editor at Grey Publishing, Seattle. The groom attended Harvard University. The couple is honeymooning in Europe and plan to live in Seattle.

~~~~~ Special from Seattle Times ~~~~~

"Death metal guitarist?" The clerk in the marriage license office at Kings County Courthouse quirked an eyebrow at her boss, waving the Lifestyle section of the Seattle Times at him.

"Sorry, couldn't tell you. We were under a gag order from Judge Heath Gibson," he said. "I had to sign a non-disclosure agreement regarding anything I saw or heard." He shrugged. "I owe you lunch today as an apology for having to keep the information to myself. Although, you have to admit, the couple who came to our office looked nothing like the couple in yesterday's paper."

"I don't know which one I prefer…the death metal guitarist, or Christian Grey in a grey tuxedo." She sighed.

"The paperwork is locked in the safe. We can send it forward now." He chuckled. "I'll let you do that – you can make the clerks over at Division of Vital statistics green with envy! If they ask any questions, tell them Mr. Grey made you sign a non-disclosure agreement and you can't talk about it. Be a woman of mystery!"

"Claude says we're supposed to ask about the new football in your office?" One of his techs gave Barney's new office decoration a wary look.

"I caught the garter at Mr. Grey's wedding this weekend!" Barney bragged.

One of Barney's techs admired it, placed on a pro-style kicking tee in a prominent place on the bookshelves in his office. "So – who did you dance with?"

"You won't believe it – I didn't have to dance with anyone!" Barney bragged. "When Mrs. Grey threw her bouquet – it separated and flew everywhere. There were a dozen single women who caught a piece of the bouquet. So we're all gathered around, waiting for the garter toss, because you know – the pressure is off now. We don't have to dance with some hand grenade because there are a dozen women to choose from. Grey throws what we think is the garter – it's a pair of white lacy granny panties! His brother caught them." He howled with laughter and so did the techs hearing the story. "So then, Grey hauls all of us outside, puts the real garter on a football and gives it a toss." Barney ta-dah's his football.

"So you didn't have to dance with anyone?" One of the techs asked. "Man I hate the garter toss. I wish that wedding tradition would DIE! I don't even try to catch the garter at a wedding anymore. It's creepy – last time I caught one, I had to dance with my Grand-aunt Phyllis who had lost her husband Maury the year before. The only other 'single women' standing up were pre-teens. I felt like I was taking dancing lessons from Madame Aubergine again."

"OMG! Did you take dance lessons from her?" Barney asked. "I had to take lessons for my bar mitzvah! For six months, it was a Hebrew lesson, followed by a dance lesson from Madame Aubergine, followed by a family dinner at my grandparents' house. I had to speak Hebrew during dinner with my grandfather to prove I was learning it. Then, after dinner I had to dance with my mother and grandmother to show what Madame Aubergine taught me. It was six months of hell. No amount of money in my bar mitzvah gifts made it worth it!"

"Madame Aubergine, looks like a wrinkly fortune teller, wears only purple and stilettos? Smells like lavender?" His tech asked.

"That's her." Barney put his head in his hands. "GTFO, I still have dancing nightmares featuring Madame Aubergine. I danced a lot with one of the girls who works with Mrs. Grey over at Grey Publishing. Her name is Emily. She's a brunette, cute face and very pretty brown eyes. I thought I'd go to lunch at the cafeteria in the Annex and see if I can run into her."

"How many single women were at the event?" His tech asked.

"Half a dozen without escorts? Andrea, Mr. Grey's PA was there, but she had an escort, and Olivia, his assistant PA was there, but she had an escort. The maid of honor and bridesmaid had the best man and groomsman for escorts so they don't count. I never did get a chance to dance with the pretty strawberry blonde who is friends with Mrs. Grey. I think her name was Samantha. All the security guards danced with her. The DJ was decent too…no Donny Osmond, Justin Beiber, junior high dance songs. He played DeadMau5 during dinner! It was a lot of fun. The food was better than any wedding food I've ever eaten. We had gourmet macaroni and cheese, good wine and rack of lamb. The lamb was so good. They had huge chilled prawns and crab cakes for appetizers along with a full antipasti station. The server who was carving didn't skimp on the portions either. The wedding food was a carving station, a pasta station, veggies, good breads…OH! The wedding cake was chocolate with Grand Mariner filling and frosting! We toasted with pink champagne that looked sort of foofy…but it tasted good."

"Sounds like fun!" His tech sounded envious.

"It was," Barney said. "There were only about 100 people there. It was really small considering who Mr. Grey is. I think I had more people at my bar mitzvah. Oh, and you should have seen the wedding favors! Silver wine coaster, silver corkscrew and a pair of silver wine stoppers. Classy!"

"Hey, can we join you for lunch at the Annex cafeteria? I wouldn't mind meeting a pretty girl whose mother DOES NOT KNOW my mother." His tech suggested.

"Works for me," Barney said cheerfully. "We've got our work cut out for us. My bot found 50 newspapers, radio stations, online news websites and a bunch of podcasts that publicized the wedding announcement. Communications wants hard copies of all of the news sources and any of the normal channels and blogs we follow."

Inmate 89706 was released from solitary confinement at Washington State Corrections, Shelton shortly after breakfast. It was not because he had behaved himself, or because his forty-five days confinement expired. Administration announced they had half a dozen new inmates to process today. Washington DOC determined he was to become the headache of Clallam Bay Corrections Center. After a shower, a closely observed shave with a battery-operated razor, clean prison uniform, medical examinations, x-rays of his broken hand and final processing – Inmate 89706 would be transferred to Clallam.

He sat in the middle of the second seat of the van, his leg cuffs clamped into the floor security latch. The driver and guard pretty much ignored him. He stared out at the scenery. The first thing he would try to do was contact Elizabeth's younger sister. She seemed to like him and perhaps he could tap her for steady funds for the commissary. However, he knew Elizabeth's father hated him – and that could put a kink in that plan. The Attorney General's office seized his personal property and sold it. He'd lost his earrings, watch and pinky ring when he was processed the first time. He hated giving up cigarettes and hated using generic soap, deodorant and shampoo. His funds were gone, his lawyer was an asshole, and the thought of 25 years of prison hell made him want to break Grey's neck. He hoped for good time points so that when 25 years rolled around; he would be a free man at the age of 58. He might be able to work a decade before retiring; but it would never be as lucrative as it should have been…and he blamed Grey and Steele for that. On the over three-hour ride from Shelton to Clallam, the guard listened to KOMO news radio.

"Breaking news," the sultry voice of the female morning DJ intrigued her listeners. "Seattle Times announced the marriage of billionaire Christian Grey, CEO of Grey Enterprises Holdings, to his fiancée of one month, Anastasia Steele, Copy Editor at Grey Publishing. They married Saturday in a private ceremony at the home of his parents, Carrick and Grace Grey. The best piece of gossip surrounding the wedding…it's rumored there was no prenuptial."

Hyde stiffened in his seat. He was determined not to react. Damn guards set him up and set him off last time. Solitary confinement was enough to drive a man insane. His head and pubs were shaved due to a lice breakout during his time in solitary. Thank god for his photographic memory – he could recall any novel he ever read and keep himself entertained. He had 're-read' J.D. Salinger's The Catcher in the Rye, Ray Bradbury's Fahrenheit 451, and Truman Capote's In Cold Blood and Breakfast at Tiffany's while in solitary. He had a list in his head of American authors from 1950-2000 who he had not read, and Stephen King was at the top of the list.

Wait…photographic memory…could he get his hands on law books at Clallam? If he could spout knowledge of the law to inmates working on their own legal issues – he might be able to parlay that into commissary privileges. Could he get a job in the prison library? He had read everything written by Tolkien, Asimov, Capote, Salinger, Hemingway, Heinlein, Vonnegut, Clarke, Lewis, Greene, Fleming, Christie, Kerouac, Wyndham…some people remembered every lyric from every song in the 80s…his mind replayed the lists of books he read. He ignored the radio and stared out the window at the passing scenery.

The guard turned the radio down and turned to observe him. "Does that mean something to you?" He asked Inmate 89706.

"Private ceremony one month after they are engaged?" Hyde shrugged. "No prenup? She probably got herself knocked up to trap him. Stupid son-of-a-bitch is going to pay for it the rest of his life."

"He's not the only one," the guard said cryptically.

"Looking good, ladies!" Claude Bastille came to visit Andrea and Olivia for a minute. "Since Grey is on his honeymoon, I thought I'd check to see if the two of you survived the wedding?"

"We had a lot of fun," Andrea smiled. "We haven't talked about anything else all morning."

"Your favorite part of the wedding?" Claude asked.

"The ceremony…her dress was so pretty!" Olivia gushed. "The wedding favors were so classy! The wine and the champagne were excellent!"

"Mr. Grey's parents' estate. It was perfect for a wedding. I was worried about rain, but it was beautiful out. What did you like best?" Andrea asked.

"The food, the wine, the women, the songs…" Claude winked. "I liked the bachelor party the best. We went sailing and then golfing."

"I'll bet you beat them on the course," Andrea laughed.

"First place! It cost Elliott a 20-year-old bottle of single malt scotch for betting against me. Mrs. Grey's stepdad won second place, Mr. Grey's dad won third place, and Grey placed fourth. Made me proud that my lessons on the golf course are paying off for him. Elliott arranged for a stretch Hummer to take us from the boat to the golf course. That was classy!" He said smugly. "I should have bet Elliott for the garter toss too!"

Andrea laughed. "He would have finagled out of it…he did catch half of what was tossed."

"Who knew granny panties came in white lace?" Claude laughed also.

"Old virgins," Olivia snarked to roars of laughter from Andrea and Claude.

Kate arranged and paid for a 1/3 page wedding announcement with a 5x7 color wedding photo of Ana and Christian to be published on October 9 in the lifestyle section of the Savannah Herald, Savannah Tribune and Savannah Morning News. It cost a lot; but it would be worth her efforts if it rankled Carla. She arranged for them to mail her a copy of the paper so she could give it to Ana. She knew what she was doing was bitchy, but Carla aggravated the crap out of Kate from the moment Kate met her. Kate never understood how Carla could be so ambivalent toward Ana. Ana was the best, she always would be. Kate arranged for flowers to be sent to her mom out of gratitude and appreciation for everything she had done for Ana. Then Kate smiled and proofed her article one more time.

~~~~~ Steele-Grey Nuptials, October 1 ~~~~~

by Katherine Kavanagh, Intern, Seattle Times

Anastasia Grey is a Copy Editor for Grey Publishing, Seattle and Christian Grey is the CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Seattle. Raymond Steele is the owner of Steele Woodworking, Montesano, WA. Carrick Grey is a partner in Grey and Dawson Legal Group, Seattle. Dr. Grace Trevelyan Grey is a pediatrician at Northwest Hospital, Seattle. The bride is a graduate of Washington State University in Vancouver. The groom attended Harvard University.

The private ceremony was held outdoors at the home of Carrick and Grace Grey, Bellevue, WA. Vintage terrariums built by the bride's father marked the corners of the ceremony area which was decorated by Everett Events. The ceremony area was decorated with white lattice demi-walls, white wicker loveseats, white tulle and satin bunting and streamers, white roses, and a large white wicker arch.

The bride was escorted by her father, Raymond Steele. Her white satin column dress with an embroidered silk lace A-line train-length overlay was designed by Couture by Celeste, Seattle. The gown was accented with a sweetheart bodice and long lace sleeves. The narrow headband-style headpiece, of satin and lace matching the wedding gown, held an elbow-length white tulle veil bordered with lace which matched the overlay of her gown. The bride wore a vintage pearl necklace and earrings given to her by her father on her sixteenth birthday. She carried a heart-shaped bouquet of white roses with white satin and white lace ribbons.

The groom wore a Tom Ford tuxedo in grey with a pink silk vest, tie and pocket square. He wore platinum cufflinks, tie tack and watch, a gift from the bride. His boutonnière was a trio of white baby rose buds arranged in a heart-shape, with grey accents.

Katherine Kavanagh of Seattle was the maid of honor. Mia Grey of Seattle was a bridesmaid. Sophia Taylor of Seattle was a junior bridesmaid. Katherine and Mia wore grey satin and tulle floor-length gowns by Alexander McQueen, and carried linear bouquets of three white roses. Their black pearl earrings and bracelets were gifts from the bride. Sophia wore a floor-length grey satin, empire waist, full skirted gown designed by Joan Calabrese. She wore a white pearl pendant necklace and white pearl headband, gifts from the bride. Elliott Grey of Seattle was best man. Ethan Kavanagh of Seattle was the groomsman. They wore Tom Ford grey tuxedoes with white rose boutonnieres. Their black onyx and platinum cufflinks, tie tacks and watches were gifts from the groom. Katherine and Ethan are the daughter and son of Keaton and Celeste Kavanagh, Seattle. Elliott and Mia are the son and daughter of Carrick and Grace Grey, Seattle. Sophia is the daughter of Jason Taylor, Seattle, a friend of the bride and groom.

For her daughter's wedding, Mrs. Adams wore a floor-length burgundy silk gown with a silk-embroidered lace bodice and short sleeves by Dolce and Gabbana. Mrs. Grey wore a floor-length classic silk sheath dress in burgundy, accented with a matching silk embroidered wrap by Oscar de la Renta. The groom's grandmother, Mrs. Theodore Trevelyan, Kirkland, WA, wore a floor-length burgundy dress and jacket with satin ribbon decoration at the sleeves and collar by Versace. All three wore pink pearl necklaces and earrings by Tiffany and Company, gifts from the bride. They wore white rose corsages with grey, white and pink satin ribbons. The fathers and grandfather wore Tom Ford grey tuxedos with white rose boutonnieres.

Following the ceremony, the groom's parents entertained 100 guests at an outdoor reception under a large white marquee at their home. Tables, dressed in white floor-length linens with pink and grey linen napkins, were set with antique silver-plate service and chargers. Centerpieces of antique silver bowls filled with white roses and antique silver-plate candelabra decorated the tables.

Seattle Strings provided a quartet of musicians for the wedding. Dances by Desmond Diamond provided music for the reception. The event, catered by Savory Seattle Service, included an antipasti, jumbo prawn and crab cakes appetizer bar. The dinner buffet included a pasta station, carving station, classic Caesar salad and braised asparagus served with Sancerre white wine. The three-tier cake, baked and decorated by Seattle Sweets, had a chocolate cake tier and a marble cake tier with chocolate grand mariner mousse filling and grand mariner white buttercream frosting, decorated with frosted votive tea cups, white tea candles and fresh white baby roses. The decorations in the frosting matched the lace on the bride's dress. The silver-plated wedding topper was in the form of initials of the bride and groom. Bollinger Grande Année Rose 1999 was poured for the toasts.

The bride and groom danced to Here We Go by Jon Brion. The bride danced with her father, Raymond Steele, to My Wish by Rascal Flatts. Wedding favorswere a silver wine holder, a silver corkscrew and a pair of silver wine stoppers for the gentlemen; a silver tea caddy, silver tea infuser and silver tea bag holder for the ladies. Centerpiece flowers were donated to terminally ill patients at Northwest Hospital on Sunday after the wedding. The couple asked for donations to Treehouse, a non-profit organization which helps foster children in Seattle, in lieu of wedding gifts. Guests threw white rose petals as the couple departed in their wedding attire for a three-week honeymoon in Europe. The couple, who met at the WSUV graduation in May of this year, plans to live in Seattle.

~~~~~ Steele-Grey Rehearsal Dinner, September 29 ~~~~~

by Katherine Kavanagh, Intern, Seattle Times

A rehearsal dinner, planned and hosted by the bride's mother and stepfather, Mr. and Mrs. Robert Adams, Savannah, GA was held at Canlis Restaurant, Seattle on September 27. The bride-elect wore a blush pink dress of embroidered tulle with beading over satin, designed by Stella McCartney. The sleeveless boned bodice had an A-line skirt and scoop neckline with a wrap to match the overlay. She wore a Cartier pink diamond tennis bracelet and stud earrings, a gift from the groom which matched her pink four-carat heart-shaped diamond engagement ring. She wore burgundy Kate Spade heels and carried a matching burgundy satin clutch. The groom-elect wore a grey three-piece Brioni suit.

White roses, tulle and satin decorated the tables; along with silver-plate service and candelabra. The gourmet dinner was attended by parents and families of the bride-elect and groom-elect along with attendants and close personal friends.

~~~~~ Special from the Seattle Times ~~~~~

"Something special for you to read," Detective Clark passed the lifestyle section of the Sunday, October 2 Seattle Times newspaper to Isaac Reynolds in an interrogation room. "Your lawyer thought you might like to read it in private."

Isaac read the article and stared at the picture for a long time. He laid the paper on the table and then a genuine smile crossed his face. "He did it?" Isaac asked his lawyer.

"He did it," the attorney nodded. "He married Miss Steele and he got away from her."

"Her who," Clark asked.

"Elena Lincoln of course. His business with her is terminated. He sold it to Franco de Luca for $600. $100 for each salon." Isaac's lawyer remarked. "Now they are married and out of the country where she can't get to him." Isaac's attorney sighed. "Too bad they couldn't honeymoon out of the country for a year until this mess with Elena is concluded."

"Speaking of ends … and means to an end; SPD found what we were seeking." The District Attorney spoke.

"Did you find the safe in a hidden room in the wine cellar?" Isaac asked.

"We found it, and you were right, the combination to it was Mr. Grey's birthdate. We found some pictures in it, but most of the pictures were found in the screening room of her playroom like you suggested." Clark said. "What is the difference between the pictures in the safe versus in the playroom?

"I think she was blackmailing the people who appear in the safe pictures," Isaac said. "There was a ledger in the safe and I think it's where she kept track of her blackmail schemes. Did you find the paperwork for the offshore account in Belize?"

"We did. The Attorney General's office is in the process of closing the account and acquiring the funds." Clark said. "Because of everything you told us…"

His lawyer cleared his throat. "They are ready to make good on the deal they offered you. You receive an ankle monitoring bracelet and freedom from jail in exchange for testimony against Elena Lincoln."

"Do I get to go home under house arrest, today?" Isaac asked.

"Well, you'll be allowed to pick up your personal things from Elena Lincoln's home, but you won't be allowed to stay there." The DA explained. "The property and all her assets will be seized."

"Where will I go?" Isaac asked. "If I have no place to live, how will house arrest work?"

"Franco de Luca has a spare bedroom and a spare phone line for your monitor. He said you are more than welcome to come back to Esclava and work for him." Isaac's lawyer explained.

"Really?" Isaac asked. "Franco would have sold his mother's blood and gold teeth for ownership of that chain. He's willing to overlook my past with Elena?"

"Really," his lawyer assured him. "He will be changing the name of the salon; and making decorating changes…but he said he has a job for you if you want it. There's paperwork to complete. You'll need to be fitted for your ankle monitor. de Luca said he won't charge you for the room or phone line, considering what you've been through. If you agree to be the assistant manager at the Post Alley Esclava, de Luca is willing to negotiate an equitable contract with you. The money you make from the salon will allow you to support yourself until the trial is over."

"What about Susannah?" Isaac asked.

"She threatened Miss Steele with a gun, Isaac. The DA is not willing to negotiate with her or offer her a deal yet. You will not be allowed contact with Susannah Martin, Elena, or any of the young women associated with Elena Lincoln as part of the agreement for your release. They can't call, email, fax, telegraph, visit or send a third party with a message to de Luca's home or any of the six businesses. He served the women with no-contact orders. If they break their no-contact order, they will be arrested."

"Not a problem," Isaac shook his head. "I just need assurance Susannah isn't going to be charged with anything the Sex Crimes Unit found at Elena's house."

"No, she's just being held for kidnapping with special circumstances." Clark explained.

"Does she know about the wedding?" Isaac asked.

"She knows, her lawyer knows, Elena Lincoln knows, anyone who reads the Seattle Times, listens to KOMO radio station, or who has turned on an entertainment or news TV channel in the last 24 hours knows. I'm pretty sure the news is so important that the East Coast knows about it, and probably every one of Mr. Grey's foreign investors, too." Clark laughed. "If they think the paparazzi here are crazy…they haven't seen the ones in the UK or Paris."

A/N:

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