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Chapter 1. Mr. Grey.

May 2015.

Bella looked herself in the mirror one last time.

She had on a plain white round neck crop top, a beige plaid mini skirt and a plain fitted beige suit jacket that fell right her skirt ended.

“Bella! It’s almost 7!”

Angela’s voice resonated through the closed door of her room and Bella glanced at the watch on her wrist, wincing slightly.

“Thanks! I’ll be out in a minute!”

She rushed towards her wardrobe, leaning up and grabbing a brownish gold two inch strappy heel and struggling slightly with the straps.

After that, she grabbed her one hand cream purse, checking herself up in the full length mirror again as she sprayed her perfume.

Her hair was in an high ponytail and she’d rubbed some light pink lip balm on her lip as the weather was a bit cold.

“Great!”

“Bella!”

“I’m done! I’m coming!”

Bella rushed out her bedroom into the living room apartment. Cozy and well lived in. Angela stood by the counter of the open kitchen, which was really just a side of the room with counters, fridge and a long island separating the living room from the kitchen, along with two high island stools.

The taller girl had two toasts on her plate slathered with butter and sliced bananas, a thermos of hot coffee sitting on the island. She looked up and gave an appreciative hum at Bella’s outfit.

“Not bad, Bella.”

The chocolate haired girl sighed as she sat on a stool, grabbing a toast and munching down on it.

“I just hope Kate finds nothing wrong with my outfit.”

Angela giggled.

“I think she’d be impressed. You don’t usually dress up UNLESS you absolutely need to. And this is a need to matter. Interviewing THE Christian Grey! You’re so lucky!”

She gushed, closing the thermos and shifting it towards Bella who thanked her with a full mouth.

“I don’t know if I’m lucky. I’m just going over with a written down interview, and listening to an older man boast about the multi-billion dollar enterprise that I probably have no idea about.”

Angela gave Bella a look.

“You do know Christian Grey is 27, right?”

Bella paused, slightly surprised.

“Oh. Really?”

“Bella!! Oh my God! Tell me you know who you’re interviewing!”

Angela groaned and Bella frowned as she finished her toast, taking a sip of her coffee.

“You really can’t blame me. Kate literally begged me to do this last night. She passed her bug to Ana who was supposed to get this done for her. I wouldn’t have agreed if I didn’t owe her Ana a favor already.”

Angela tutted, looking at me closely.

“You are so lucky you have nice skin, else you’d never go as bare as this.”

“Hey now. I have… I put some powder. And lip balm.”

“You always use lip balm, Bella.”

“I use lip gloss too… sometimes.”

“Why not this time?”

Bella shrugged as she grabbed her thermos, standing up and preparing to leave.

“Hmpf! Just… hold on!”

Angela rushed into her own room and Bella watched curiously as she heard some chaos here and there before the taller girl rushed back out with a mascara container.

“Why do you have that?”

“Hold on… you just need a little…”

“I really don’t think—”

“Hush. You’re meeting a hot billionaire. You’ll thank me later.”


Bella entered the bus, settling down with a small sigh as she looked outside. The skies were turning grey… as usual. It rarely changed here in Vancouver. It sometimes reminded he of… Forks.

She was Isabella Swan. But she preferred Bella.

22 years old and soon to be graduate of Washington State University, Vancouver branch, with an English Literature degree.

Her love for books certainly won her around to the degree, and she couldn’t say she regretted it at all. It was sort of an hobby in a way.

After graduating high school, she moved to Vancouver with her close friend, Angela Weber, becoming roommates and living together. Angela was studying to get an Education degree. She longed to be a teacher, especially for little kids.

Her life was as normal as could be. Nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing shocking. Nothing… extraordinary.

Not like it used to be… all those years ago.

The bus stopped, and Bella got out, staring up at a familiar apartment complex and walking in.

It didn’t take long for her to find her destination as she knocked and waited patiently.

The face of her friend greeted her. Looking pale, with a red nose and her blue eyes teary.

“Bella…”

“Ana. Oh wow… you really are sick.”

Ana chuckled drily, before turning to walk back to her comfy sofa as Bella walked in, her eyes going to Kate who was on another sofa, tucked in and enjoying a bowl of soup.

She looked up as soon as Bella walked in, a grudgingly approving look on her face.

“Not bad. I saw what Ana planned to wear last night. Let’s just say… she would have stuck out like a sore thumb.”

“Okay… why don’t you just, enjoy your soup? I also haven’t forgiven you for passing me the bug.”

Ana moaned as she buried herself into her blanket and Bella shook her head, a slight smile on her face.

“Okay, I should probably be leaving soon. It’s about 2 hours to Seattle and the interview is by 10:30, right?”

She glanced at her watch again. It was almost 8.

Kate hummed, handing Bella a bunch of papers and a recorder.

“Here you go. It’s just basic questions, nothing too scarring. I’m sure you’ll do well.”

Bella snorted drily as she put them in her purse.

“Hopefully.”

“Yeah, just try not to slip on your feet and you should make a good impression.”

Bella rolled her eyes as she walked over to the front door, opening it.

“Oh, ha. Ha. Very funny, Kate Kavanagh. I’ll see you both later.”

“Oh, wait.”

Kate rustled a bit, before passing Bella a key.

“Use my car. It’s faster that way.”

Bella’s mood picked up at that.

“Gee, thanks Kate.”

“I should be thanking you. Good luck!”

“Good luck, Bella.”

Ana groaned out and Bella smiled, walking out the door.


She had met Ana first.

About a month or two into her studies at WSU. They both literally walked into each other.

Ana had been slightly surprised to meet someone much more clumsy than she was and Bella had been glad she’d made a friend that reminded her a bit of Angela and not someone like Lauren Mallory.

They had quite a few things in common, but Bella realized they differed in some ways.

Bella would admit she had quite the temper. She could get angry easily and she always stood her ground when she wanted to… granted it had led to a number of… issues, back in Forks. Best to leave that behind her.

Bella also found it slightly difficult to make friends due to how awkward she was, compared to Angela or Ana’s easy smiles and shy dispositions.

Bella was also more sarcastic and could be rather frank when dealing with issues, even when they could lead to bodily harm… which had happened quite a lot.

It was through their growing friendship that Bella met the bubbly strawberry blonde, Kate Kavanagh.

It had been a startling introduction. A vivacious, strong-willed and confident aspiring journalist. Everything lit up whenever she was around. From a wealthy background, she was outgoing, fashionable and easy to make friends with, which surprised Bella quite a bit, seeing as she thought Kate would be another version of Lauren or even Jessica.

She had been pleasantly mistaken.

Angela grew to know them as well, and though the four weren’t best friends or anything like that, they were good friends with a cordial relationship.

It was the reason Bella couldn’t turn both girls down when they’d begged her to do the interview just late last night.

Also… Bella had been pretty sleepy when she agreed, so maybe that was also one of the reasons.


She stared at Grey Enterprises headquarters with a look of respect.

For someone to have built this, it was amazing. Usually, Bella preferred the old style buildings. Red bricks, large enough windows and a less professional atmosphere, but even she couldn’t deny that investors would look at this and nod in approval.

It was a huge twenty story office building, all curved glass and steel. Professional and… grey.

Bella’s snorted as she walked in. The grey must be his trademark. Good for him.

The lobby was a large and very open place, people of all ages, size and color walked by dressed corporately and the 22 year old had to admit that while she didn’t stand out too much, she still stood out. Grey, black, silver, brown, the occasional white. That was the color of outfits she saw, unlike her beige outfit that also made her look like the student she was. After all, what reasonable minded employee goes to work in a mini skirt.

She patted the side of her outfit as she walked over to a sandstone desk, an attractive blonde sitting behind it.

Wow. She looked very immaculate.

“Hi.”

I put on a smile.

“I’m here to see Mr. Grey? I’m uh, Isabella Swan, here for Katherine Kavanagh.”

She raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow as she glanced at the modern grey computer on the desk, typing some business jargon before looking up at Bella again with a smile.

“Miss Kavanagh is expected. Please sign in here, Miss Swan. You’ll want the last elevator on the right, press for the twentieth floor.”

Bella immediately signed, grabbing a pass that said ‘Visitor’ on it and nodded.

“Thanks.”

She passed by two burly security men standing by a bank of elevators, moving to the last one and entering.

The new lobby was all glass, steel, and white sandstone . And another blonde sat behind a desk.

“Miss Swan, we’ve been expecting you. Please, take a sit.”

She smiled at Bella who nodded and slowly sat in the comfy white chair, similar to about 5 others.

Ceiling to floor glass windows made up the walls and she turned slightly, looking out into Seattle, an impressed look in her eyes even with the slightly grey skies.

It was bustling, a real nightlife city, if you will.

The click-clack of heels gained her attention and she turned to see a woman walk from a corner… also blonde.

Was this some kind of aesthetic? She wondered.

Then again, Christian Grey was apparently 27 years old. Probably some hot-blooded male with a kink for blonde women.

I was beginning to think this was a bad idea even as she walked up to me.

“Miss Swan, Mr. Grey will see you in a moment. May I take your jacket?”

The brown haired girl shook her head.

“Ah, no. Thank you.”

It was quite chilly in here anyways.

“Very well. Have you had any refreshments?”

She looked at the side table next to Bella and  frowned slightly.

“No.”

The woman turned to the secretary behind the desk, giving her a look, before turning back.

“Apologies, Miss Swan. Olivia is a new intern.”

Bella looked at the blonde behind the desk. She looked on the verge of crying.

She definitely felt bad for the girl. And really, she didn’t need any refreshments. She just wanted this interview to be over AND done with.

“It’s fine. I’m good.”

Just then, a large double door to the side opened and closed and a very attractive African American man walked out, a smirk on his face.

“Golf this week, Grey. Let’s catch up.”

He closed the door, the blonde intern already jumping to her feet, heading to the elevator and pressing some numbers as the man passed.

His eyes met Bella’s and he threw a friendly nod at the girl before walking into the elevator, while the other blonde walked through the double doors after knocking on it.

With a stifled sigh, Bella suspected it was her turn to meet the so-called Billionaire.

What would he even look like?

Some spoiled man… with an apparent love for golf. She’d say attractive, but then again, not all Billionaires were attractive.

The door opened once more and the older blonde walked over to Bella.

“Mr. Grey will see you right now, Miss Swan.”


First of all, the office was way too big for just one man. In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, was a huge modern dark-wood desk that six people could comfortably eat around. It matched the coffee table by the couch. Everything else was white – ceiling, floors, and walls, except, on the wall by the door, where a mosaic of small paintings hung, thirty-six of them, arranged in a square. They were exquisite – a series of mundane, forgotten objects painted in such precise detail they look like photographs.

In Bella’s opinion, they looked amazing. Almost minimal and yet not.

“A local artist. Trouton.”

A deep voice broke her out of her musings and she jumped slightly, turning to the side she hadn’t looked and gazing at a beautiful man that made her heart stutter for a second.

He was tall. Probably around 6’2 thereabout. With dark black hair well styled over his head and intense stormy grey eyes, wearing a fitted grey suit that showed his impressive physique and wide shoulders. He had his hands in his pocket as he regarded her with a curious look.

Bella blinked for a second, a feeling of Déjà vu playing in her mind before she shook her head slightly, turning back to the painting and nodding.

“They’re lovely. Making the ordinary seem rather… extraordinary.”

He cocked his head to one side and stared for a millisecond, making the younger girl feel almost naked where she stood, before he walked over to her.

“Miss Kavanagh. I’m Christian Grey.”

Bella immediately shook his hand, immediately feeling an exhilarating shiver run through her body, even as she withdrew her hand from his.

“I’m actually Isabella Swan. Katherine Kavanagh is a friend.”

He raised an eyebrow and Bella quickly rushed to explain things better.

“Miss Kavanagh is sick, I’m a stand-in for her.”

“Ah.”

He nodded once.

“So you’re studying Journalism too.”

Bella shook her head, immediately feeling embarrassed.

“English Lit, actually. I’m a friend.”

He blinked once, the small ghost of a smile on his face and gone in an instant.

“Very well then. This way.”

He directed me to a pair of black leather chairs and she moved to sit on one while he went around his desk, sitting comfortably while looking like the boss he truly was.

So, this was Christian Grey.

He certainly had left quite the impression on Bella.

It was quiet for a moment, as Bella rushed to bring out all the things she needed.

Recorder, check.

Interview questions, check.

Pen, ch—

She frowned, dragging her hand through her purse and she bit her lip slightly. Hearing small movement, she looked up to see Christian Grey staring at her over where he sat, his eyes dark and looking rather intimidating.

Bella gulped slightly.

She’d met people much more dangerous than he was.

“Is anything the problem?”

He spoke up, his voice cutting through the silence of the room and Bella cleared her throat slightly.

“Ah yes. I might have forgotten a pen.”

This time, Bella knew she SAW the smile. He tried to hide it, but she knew he was amused by her fidgeting.

This was her first interview though. Things like this were bound to happen. At least she didn’t fall face first when they met. She probably would have run away after that.

Ah! The embarrassment of it all.

Christian Grey looked down at his desk for a moment, before grabbing what looked to be pen, and slowly slid it across the table, and Bella leaned forward to take it.

“T-thank you.”

She stuttered out, trying to stamp down her embarrassment.

“Of course. Any other thing?”

It sounded condescending, and yet Bella suspected it wasn’t. He just exuded the aura of a prick… and yet Bella didn’t know what to think of him.

She cleared her throat.

“Yes. Thanks. So, can I start?”

He nodded.

“Ball’s in your court now.”

Looking down and pressing play, she glanced at the first question and grimaced.

Way too generic.

It wasn’t her interview though.

She took a deep breath and looked back up.

“You’re very young to have amassed such an empire. To what do you owe your success? ”

Something shone in his eyes and Bella suspected he was disappointed. She didn’t mind, she was rather disappointed too. Perhaps it was because she loved the concept of writing just as journalists did, but it was possible Kate chose these questions to lead him into a false sense of security.

Lord knew what other questions she’d planned for him.

“Business is all about people, Miss Swan, and I’m very good at judging people. I know how they tick, what makes them flourish, what doesn’t, what inspires them, and how. To incentivize them. I employ an exceptional team, and I reward them well.”

He glanced at Bella with his gray stare.

“My belief is to achieve success in any scheme one has to make oneself master of that scheme, know it inside and out, know every detail. I work hard, very hard to do that. I make decisions based on logic and facts. I have a natural gut instinct that can spot and nurture a good solid idea and good people. The bottom line is, It’s always down to good people.”

“Or you’re just lucky.”

Granted, it wasn’t part of the question and she’d literally just blurted it out, but it was a bit too late to take it back.

Bella saw the momentary flare of surprise in his eyes before he answered.

“I don’t subscribe to luck or chance, Miss Swan. The harder I work the more luck I seem to have. It really is all about having the right people on your team and directing their energies accordingly. I think it was Harvey Firestone who said ‘the growth and development of people is the highest calling of leadership.’”

“You sound very controlling.”

She frowned slightly, looking at him. Perhaps it was because of some things she went through back in Forks, but control was something she struggled with for a while. Feeling in control of her life had been something she lost while in Forks and it took a while for her to find some of it back after graduation.

Christian Grey shrugged slightly, not concerned by what she’d said.

“I like to exercise control in all things, Miss Swan, It certainly is very… pleasing.”

He gazed steadily at her, and Bella could feel her breath quicken. Seriously, there was just something about this man… perhaps it was his eyes, then? Or the way he strokes his index finger against his lower lip? She wished he’d stop doing that.

She cleared her throat looking at the next question while stilling her shaking hand.

“Do you have any interests outside of work, Mr. Grey?”

He crossed his arms slightly, and Bella’s eyes followed the slight strain of his biceps, quickly looking away, even as he grinned, eyes alight with wicked thoughts.

“Oh I have varied interests. Very varied interests.”

“Oh? Like what? Golf maybe?”

She said with an undertone of sarcasm and he grinned.

For a moment, Bella was taken away by the beauty of the smile. His perfect white teeth and the crinkle of his eyes.

“Golf? I do golf occasionally. Does that sound boring to you then?”

Her lips dried slightly and she licked at them, and as Christian Grey’s eyes lowered towards them, Bella felt her cheeks redden slightly, even as he looked back up at her.

“Apart from golfing, I fly and sail, along with various physical pursuits. I’m a wealthy man, Miss Swan. My hobbies are much more different from what you’d think.”

Bella blinked slightly, before asking the next question.

“You invest in manufacturing. Any reason why?”

“I like to build things. I like to know how things work: what makes things tick, how to construct and deconstruct. And I have a love of ships. What can I say?”

He shrugged and Bella tilted her head a bit, showing more neck thank she should.

“That sounds like your heart talking rather than logic and facts.”

His mouth quirks up, and he stares appraisingly at her.

“Possibly. Though there are people who’d say I don’t have a heart.”

“Why would they say that?”

“Because they know me well.” His lip curls in a wry smile and Bella fought down a scoff.

She had met beings… masquerading as people, and she could agree that they possibly had no heart. But Christian Grey was human… from what she could see.

“It may seem that way, or perhaps you’ve just buried it down away. You seem like a rather private person.”

He raised his eyebrows.

“In that, you’re right. I am very private. In fact, I often don’t give interviews.”

He trailed off slightly and Bella stared at him curiously.

“Then why did you agree to do this one?”

“Because I’m a benefactor of the University, and for all intents and purposes, I couldn’t get Miss Kavanagh off my back. She badgered and badgered my PR people, and I admire that kind of tenacity.”

An amused smile grew across Bella’s face. Yes. That was Kate alright. She would make an excellent journalist.

“You invest in farming technologies. Do you perhaps love to help people? Is it a philanthropic pursuit?”

He sighed, leaning into his seat.

“It’s shrewd business.”

Oh.

Straight to the point then.

“Do you have a philosophy then?”

“I don’t have a philosophy as such. Maybe a guiding principle – Carnegie’s: ‘A man who acquires the ability to take full possession of his own mind may take possession of anything else to which he is justly entitled.’ I’m very singular, driven. I like control – of myself and those around me.”

“So you want to possess things?” He really did have something about control, and Bella didn’t think she admires that about him. Then again, He was the owner of a multi-billion dollar company. He had a right to be proud.

“I want to deserve to possess them, but yes, bottom line, I do.”

“You sound like the ultimate consumer.”

“I am.” He smiles, but the smile doesn’t touch his eyes.

“You were adopted. How far do you think that’s shaped the way you are?”

Bella looked up at him as he furrowed his brows. Ah… perhaps this was a bit too personal?

“I have no way of knowing.”

“How old were you when you were adopted?”

“That’s a matter of public record, Miss Swan.”

His tone is stern, and Bella’s cheeks flush red, embarrassed.

Something about her. She subconsciously always wanted to know things. No matter what. And it had certainly gotten her into series of troubles and almost even death at some point. It was something she was slowly trying to push out of her system.

She really should have done research on him. But still though, it wasn’t her fault. She was only told to interview him late last night.

She moved on quickly.

A safer question would be better.

“Are you gay, Mr. Grey?”

 Immediately it left Bella’s lips, she breathed inwardly, a mortified look on her face as he inhaled sharply, a cool gleam on his face.

“No Isabella, I’m not.”

He didn’t look too pleased with the question, and so Bella did what best she could. Blame it on the journalist.

“I apologize. It’s um… written here. I had no idea it was going to be a question. Oh fuck.”

She murmured quietly, her cheeks still red, even as her heartbeat accelerated at him mentioning her name. It sounded so… perfect, from his mouth. Usually she wasn’t a fan of her full name. Even back in Forks when she’d been dating… him. She never let him say it.

 Nervously, she tucked her loosened hair behind my ear even as he tilted his head to one side, eyes gleaming with amusement now.

“These aren’t your own questions?”

Bella shook her head.

“No. Kate’s a friend of mine. She got sick and so she asked me to stand in for her. I really wouldn’t have asked that if I knew it was in there.”

Bella bit her lip again and his eyes darkened. She hoped it anger.

“That explains a great deal.”

Just then, there was a knock on his door, and the older blonde walked in.

“Mr. Grey, forgive me for interrupting, but your next meeting is in two minutes.”

Christian Grey continued to stare at Bella, without so much as looking at the woman, and he answered.

“Reschedule it, Andrey. We’re not done here.”

The way he said it… like a promise of, something… Bella shivered slightly, even as the blonde nodded and walked out, closing the door behind her, and then he stood up, looking very tall and distinguished, as he walked around his large desk, coming to rest on it, and Bella found herself sitting in front of the half sitting and half standing billionaire, who looked down at her with his gray eyes that made her shudder.

“Where were we, Miss Swan?”

She swallowed again, quickly crossing her legs. And for no reason, she told herself.

Even though the milky pale skin of her lap were even more prominent and she blushed slightly when gray eyes filtered to it for a second.

“I think I have enough.”

He shook his head slightly.

“Not to worry, Miss Swan. Besides, I’d like to know about you.”

Bella’s eyes bulged out slightly.

“Me? What’s there to know?”

“What about your plans after graduation?”

Bella stared up at him, not sure what to say.

The power dynamic between the two was quite easy to see. Who felt more dominant in that moment. Then again, he did say he liked to be in control.

“I uh… well first I have to deal with my finals.”

“We have an excellent internship program here.”

Bella looked at him, surprised.

Did he just… he wanted to hire her as an intern?!

At Grey Enterprises?!

It seemed so… odd.

Also… she chuckled, looking away for a moment and he frowned.

“What’s so funny, Miss Swan?”

She looked back up at him.

“I’m sorry, I just… I don’t think I’d fit in around here.”

Not with all those blondes at least.

He cocked his head to the side, curious.

“Why wouldn’t you?”

“I think it’s rather obvious.”

I chuckled out and he stared down at her, her heartbeat picking up again.

“Not to me.”

He murmured, his eyes alight once more and Bella fought down the feeling she felt between her legs as he focused on her. Just her.

It was quiet for a moment, before she cleared her throat, beginning to pack her things.

“I think I should be leaving now, Mr. Grey. I have a long way back to Vancouver.”

“You’re headed back to WSU?”

Slight surprise could be heard in his voice even as Bella zipped her purse up and held the interview paper in her hand.

“I don’t have anywhere to stay in Seattle, Mr. Grey.”

“That can be arranged.”

The eerie tone of silence that greeted his words made her pause, and for a minute she wondered if he was soliciting her… but that was impossible!

Bella knew she was beautiful, but she was no super model. Those were probably the type he dated. Seeing those blondes around certainly told her all she needed to know about his sexual life, compared to Bella’s non-existent one.

She stood up and he straightened up as well, standing just a few feet from her as she shook her head.

“There’s really no need. I think Kate would like to get the interview soon enough.”

He hummed, before pointing at the interview paper.

“May I have that then? Perhaps I could answer some we couldn’t get through.”

Oh, well that certainly helped too.

Bella handed it to him and he placed it on his table.

“Thank you for the interview, Mr. Grey.”

“Please. The pleasures all mine.”

Polite again.

They walked towards the door to his office, and Bella felt a bit uncomfortable walking in front of him but she said nothing. And for a second, she wondered if she beat her clumsiness out of her for the day, only for her two left feet to fail her as she twisted her foot slight, slipping backwards with a gasp.

Before she could fall over though, a pair of strong hands held onto her waist firmly, and she hit a strong chest.

Bella stifled a gasp as she felt her body against Christian Grey’s.

“Are you okay?”

He spoke up gruffly and she turned her head to look at the man who stared down at her. They were… so close… their lips an hairs breadth away, and his eyes darkened.

Just a single move upwards, and their lips would touch. That was what Bella thought for a second, before she quickly pushed herself off of him, hand he extricated his hands from her waist.

“Are you alright? Are you hurt? How’s your ankle?”

He fired at her and a breathless Bella wondered just why he sounded so concerned. He’d only just met her.

She looked down at her legs, twisting it slightly and nodding.

“Y-yes. I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? I could have a driver take you back.”

She was already shaking her head.

“There’s really no need, Mr. Grey.”

They walked out of his office in silence, moving towards the elevator, past the blonde intern, and Christian Grey pressed the button as Bella turned to him again and he spoke up.

“It was nice talking to you, Isabella. Until we meet again.”

Bella blinked slightly, wondering why it sounded so much like a promise. But she had no time to answer as the doors slid open and she quickly stepped into it, pressing another button.

He settled his burning gray eyes at her one last time… hooded as it was and Bella fought herself what with the numerous ways she was feeling, and as the door began to slide close, he nodded at her.

“Isabella.”

And Bella, finding some unknown strength beneath it all, spoke back.

“Christian.”

Perhaps his slightly surprised look was one she welcomed, for he certainly hadn’t expected her to say his name.

But it had felt good.