*I want to thank Kimberly Anderson for her helpand inspired input onthis one. Love ya, gf.*

(Letting you know I posted chapter one on Facebook not long ago to get input if it looks familiar. That is why I posted it to start with two chapers.)

CHAPTER 1

Christian Grey was flying back from Portland. He was glad he had just sealed the deal with a difficult businessman, Justin Jamison of Jamison Industries. The plant produced large quantities of silicon chips, also known as microchips. It would put Christian's company in a more competitive position in marketing by getting wet in that big piece of global pie. Silicon Valley wasn't the only place to go in the United States, if he could open that door big enough, because there could be expansion internationally in places like Japan, Taiwan, Korea, Germany, China, the EU and the Netherlands.

He could be a bigger dog nationally like ARJS Lambert Global Technologies who was three times larger than his company. They were the model to compare to because they had some kind of genius minds running that company. Their company was on the fast track too. They have expanded exponentially as a cash solvent company.

So, Christian was very happy in his helicopter in the sky flying towards Alder Lake. He had to get back to GEH and explain and facilitate the potential direction he wanted to go in along with his green technology. It was all boosted to increase his Gross National Product potential. It has all stimulated his excitement and ingenuity of his business mind. He dreamed that his company could flourish in the future in a globally competitive field other than shipping and manufacturing nationally. He wanted to get back to Seattle before the big thunderstorm that was on the move rolling in quickly.

Suddenly, one engine went out and he was losing altitude. He tried to call out mayday and the radio was out. When the second engine went out, he was dead stick fighting the helicopter so as not to make a dangerous hard water landing. He went into a canopy of trees in a forest peninsula area by the lake.

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Anastasia was in her cabin marking preserves and storing herbs from her small garden. She had gone hunting earlier and got a couple rabbits to stew up tonight in a crock pot with vegetables and herbs picked fresh from the garden. Her father Ray had taught her how to survive off the land in all seasons, preserve herbs, food, make medicines, first aid, minor surgery, bow hunting, fishing, shooting and so much more.

She was completely certified in Advanced All Season Survival Expert, Emergency Medical Responder (EMR), SIGMA 3 Instructor, Expert Marksmanship Sharpshooter, Grand Master Bowman-Archery, Krav Maga Master-Black Belt, Airframe and Powerplant (AP)- Helicopter Mechanic, and Automotive Service Excellence (ASE)- automotive mechanic. Her father could drop her in any remote place or anywhere in the world and she knew how to survive and find her way home. Guns, archery, hand to hand combat, automotive repair, helicopter repair were not all his daughter knew. She even had two master degrees in Business Administration, Business Analytics and three bachelor's degrees in Risk Assessment, Forensic Accounting, and International Relations. She even speaks six languages she taught herself. Ana was a child prodigy and started college at the tender age of eleven years old and was done in ten years.

Brigadier General Marine Raider Raymond J, Steele was the roughest, toughest, most intelligent genius person high up in the military and government. He has taught his daughter as much as he could from the age two years old to the twenty five year old and she was an incredible beauty now. All he ever wanted for her was to be able to do anything at all in this world her heart could dream of for her life in a self protected intelligent way.

They had lived very rural on and off at the lake for several years, then Ray died and she was left alone there now. She loved the peaceful cabin with all its good memories and amenities, but after so long, a bit of city life would make her pack up and leave from time to time. She would go to her, paid for, luxury penthouse in Seattle. She had a very good friend who was her Chief Security staying there and maintaining until she would come back from rural living.

She had an extremely large fortune she received at age sixteen from her biological father's family as his sister was the last survivor being sterile and had no children to inherit. They were domestic and international oil barons. Her father, Colonel Marine Raider Franklin A. Lambert died in a combat training accident one day after she was born, while taking his raiders out in the field. His military truck flipped over in a horrific traffic accident on a highway outside of Camp Lejeune, North Carolina. It killed five men in total and one being her father.

Ray had stepped in when her mother was struggling so hard to keep her mental faculties together after picking up the pieces of her life with a newborn baby girl. Ray could not stand how Carla suffered from depression trying to tend to Anastasia too. He took care of them both. It was the least that he could do for his best friend and the only man who ever saved his life when they were in training together.

Carla married Ray, giving full parental rights of her baby to him, but never recovered from Frank's death. One day he came home on base and found Ana safe, clean and fed sleeping in her crib. Carla was found dead in their bed after taking a full prescription of Xanax with a glass of milk. A letter was left to Ray by Carla apologizing and asking him to raise Anastasia to be a much stronger person than herself. Anastasia was only six months old.

When Ana got her inheritance, Ray and her liquidated everything and turned it into ARJS Lambert Global Technologies. It now was the largest and most successful business in the state of Washington. They had twelve billion dollars in four offshore accounts free and clear of all US taxes. She had two bank accounts with 314 million in one and 256 million in another. The list of charities was a very long list. The company was completely solvent. The company was being run by good people. Ana, who was the owner and full stockholder, with a CEO, COO, and CFO of Ray, her and Frank's friends in the military that retired in key positions taking care of Anastasia for Frank and Ray's legacy in a secure good paying job. They hired qualified military retired and veteran personnel a lot in the company with special programs initiated for them especially for care, recovery and retraining as needed. It was Ana and Ray's wish to have a home for their country's men in all branches in the military.

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Ana heard a loud whooshing sound, the engine did not sound right to her certified ear. She went outside and was looking and listening for clues at the trajectory it was coming in on. She heard the trees snapping knowing instantly where to go and ran in the house grabbing her first aid kit and crowbar. She put on her heavy duty rubber boots and ran out of the cabin to the direction she heard the noise come from.

As she was running, she noticed that big trees snapped and were blocking the gravel road area ahead that goes through to the cabin and thought, 'Shit! I'm going to need chains to move them out so I can chainsaw them'.

Ana found the helicopter partially on its side further into the woods. She inspected the fuel bladders and luckily didn't smell fuel leaking. The blades were mangled and the front glass was shattered. Ana tried to open the pilot door and luckily it opened. There was a man in an expensive suit strapped into the pilot's chair. His face was bleeding from what looked like glass. She reached over putting her two fingers on his carotid artery feeling for a pulse. She felt one.

Ana stepped up on the skids and had to climb up inside in the back area and saw he was all alone. She tried the radio but it was dead. She started examining his body for injuries. She opened his jacket and shirt and felt his ribs and abdomen first for anything making him groan. He seemed lucky there wasn't anything that seemed like internal damage. She saw his arm was broken on his left side and went out getting two sticks she hacked with her knife she kept in her first aid kit. She started splinting the forearm being both bones were broken with rolled gauze.

When she was done, she needed him to wake up to find out what other injuries he had because his face was superficial but with a big bruise on his forehead showing now from the big branch that came through the front and was next to him but thankfully didn't penetrate him like it could have. It started to rain hard. Ana started tapping his face and shaking his shoulder saying, "Come on! Wake up! It's time to wake now!" He started moaning and groaning.

He said lethargically, "Where am I?"

Ana said stoically, picking the glass out of his face with tweezers, "Your helicopter crashed on my property in a rural area. What is your name?"

Christian got quiet and softly, "I don't remember."

Ana said stoically and professional, "We will figure that out later then. Are your legs ok? No pain? I found your arm broken but your abdomen seems fine."

Christian said groggy, "No, my legs seem fine."

Ana said seriously, "Ok, here's what we are going to do. I'm going to move your seat back and recline it so you can clear the steering cyclic column. I want you to swing both your legs out the door and I'll help you navigate the debris from the trees because your arm is hurt and it's raining hard." The pounding of the hard rain you could hear outside of the helicopter.

Suddenly, a big clap of thunder cracked, flashed and the rain came down torrential and heavy. Ana slid back the seat, reclined the back of the seat, undid his seat belt harness and helped him get his arm out of it. She went outside the fuselage and held her arms out to help steady him stepping outside at an angle. He stepped out and almost slipped. She caught him and he righted himself. She closed the doors on the helicopter. They were getting drenched and navigated around the tree trunks and branches trying to make her way back to the cabin. She finally got to the porch and helped him up the stairs into the screened in porch. The temperature was dropping a bit.

Ana said softly, "Let's get you out of these wet clothes and me too."

She sat him down on the porch in a wooden chair, kicked off her rubber boots and went in the house getting towels and dry clothes for both of them. She came out and sat a pile of clothes on the table next to him. Ana started drying her long hair with the towel. She turned, took off Christian's suit jacket and shirt that was already unbuttoned at the neck being careful of his arm she had splinted. She started drying him off from head to waist, front to back. She put a dry flannel shirt on him buttoning it up. She took off his shoes and socks, then undid his belt and removed his pants and underwear. Everything was soaked and she was being very clinical about it all. She had him put on a pair of tighty whitie underwear, a soft cotton pair of pajama bottoms and a pair of clean socks. They were from her dad's clothes. She peeled off, over her head, her dripping cotton dress with her back turned, took off her bra, died off and put on a T-shirt. She took off her underwear, put on dry panties and pajama bottoms with socks.

He watched her change her wet clothes like him getting an eye full, she not embarrassed or shy at all in front of him. She had a beautiful body he saw. Christian went through his clothes one handed and found his wallet. The thunder was cracking loudly outside. Ana hung up his wet clothes to drop dry around the porch on pegs.

Christian said reading his driver's license, "It seems my name is Christian Grey according to my picture ID and credit cards."

Ana said seriously, "You must have memory loss from the hit in your head. I am Anastasia. Did you have a phone?" He shook his head no and shrugged. She said, "I'll search the fuselage when the rain stops tomorrow. Maybe we can call your people then." She looked in his eyes closely.

She frowned and said thinking, "Christian, even if I called 911, they couldn't get to the cabin. I can't call your people if I can't find your phone in the morning. I don't think you have a concussion because your pupils aren't unevenly dilated from the hot to your head. I'm not going to be able to get you out of here tonight because of the tree trunks I have to move first. The closest clinic is in Eatonville about thirty miles away but they aren't open until 9 am. The twenty four hour emergency hospital is sixty miles away in Tacoma. I have to remove the tree trunks with chains on my truck from blocking the way out to the dirt road to get out of here in my car. For now, let's go warm up, I'll start a fire and I'm cooking dinner already Ina crockpot. We are having stewed rabbit with mushrooms and root vegetables."

They went into the cabin and Ana had Christian situated in a comfortable chair by the fire with a throw over him. He could smell the food cooking and it smelled wonderful. She gave him some Advil for pain and finished cleaning out his scratches on his face from the glass with peroxide. She gave him a glass of fresh squeezed lemonade on ice. Christian was looking around at the very large cabin.

Christian asked curiously, "Who built this cabin? It's amazing." The interior and the furniture were all made from logs and branches sanded, lacquered and smoothed. Everything was completely functional natural wood and even the decorations were all wood carvings, and natural art on the walls. The kitchen was all stainless steel.

Ana said while checking the crock pot, "My father built it. It's all self sufficient, self sustainable and an off the grid cabin. We have a battery house and most of the energy that powers everything is collected by self heating solar panels, wind turbines, and hydro turbines that generate energy from the currents in the lake. My father had several engineering degrees and certifications in green energy. We have a sump pump and well water purification and filtration system. He was a Marine Raider. He passed away about two years ago." She did not want to go into detail about her father Ray's death.

Ana had rubbed the rabbit with honey, olive oil, fresh thyme and rosemary, shallots and parsley. There was fresh wild mushrooms, garlic, apple cider, chicken stock, white wine, potatoes, carrots and parsnips in it. It smelled very fragrant.

Christian said, amazed, "This is a nice place to get away from people. It's peaceful."

Ana smiled gently and said, "Yeah, it is but you can only take isolation for so long. When my father was here it was ok, but now I have to escape to the city ever so often."

He laughed and asked, "So what do you do for a living?"

Ana said, while cleaning up some vegetables from her garden in the sink to refrigerate, "I have five total masters and bachelor's degrees but have a company of my own that runs autonomously unless I get a great idea. I have plenty of money in the bank to live on and I live off the land mostly here too." He thought she was an amazing woman and very self-sufficient.

Ana said smiling at him, "I think dinner is ready. I made homemade biscuits earlier and I have some semi sweet white Moscato wine. Would you like biscuits with your stew and a glass of wine?" He smiled and said yes.

She set up a couple wooden handmade TV trays for each of them in front of the fire. She poured them wine and brought him a glass and sitting hers on her tray. She then dished up a steaming bowl of the stew with warmed buttered biscuits. She sat their food down, got comfortable and dug in. Christian thought it was marvelous. The flavor was very savory and the whole dish was so melt in your mouth tender for wild rabbit.

He said, "This is so very good, even the biscuits."

Ana smiled at him and said, "Thank you. It's one of my favorite recipes when I'm at the cabin. There are plenty of rabbits to hunt even in winter. I eat a lot of fresh trout and perch too. I dry and preserve a lot of my herbs, fruits and vegetables or can them for storage in the cellar. I rotate them out every two years and restock more. I have been thinking about going to the city recently and I just took everything out of the garden. I will take last year's cellar stock with me to my apartment in Seattle. I should update my wardrobe and check on my company. It's been hard the last couple years with daddy gone. I feel a part of him here and well… everywhere really. If I go to the city I get pestered by people trying to climb in my pocket looking for handouts. I have plenty of a long list of charities I contribute too in a schedule, but it's never enough. That's why I come back here once I'm fed up with people."

He asked, "What are your degrees in?"

She said, "I have two masters from Yale in Business Administration and Business Analytics. Three bachelor degrees in Forensic Accounting, International Relations and Risk Management."

He said astonished, "Wow, what's your IQ, GPA and SATs score?"

She said giggling a bit embarrassed, "Let me see….. My IQ was tested at 162, because my daddy wanted that test years ago when I went to college at eleven years old. My SATs tested out to 1342. I got 4.0 and 4.2's summa cum laude on all my degrees. That was about four years ago." She cleaned up the dishes while they talked. Once they got sleepy, she gave Christian more Advil and a glass of water to take to bed in the three bedroom cabin. She tucked him in with a couple pillows under his arm elevated.

She smiled sitting on the side of his bed as he got comfortable. She reached out touching the hair by his face. She brushed her fingertips across his cheek cupping his face gently. She whispered softly, "Don't worry, Christian. The universe looked out for you today by some fluke or miracle you survived a terrible accident with the least amount of injuries you could have sustained. Someone was looking out for you."

He smiled up at her and said, "I think that someone was you today."

She smiled and kissed his cheek stroking his cheek. She said, "Yeah, I guess it was. We will get out of here tomorrow after I get the trees out of the way." He smiled at her as she got up and walked away leaving the door open with the lights out.

She banked the fire in the living room, put the screen up and went to bed leaving the bedroom doors open for any heat from the living room.