Raising Grey: Chapter 86—Going Soft?

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Chapter 86—Going Soft?

CHRISTIAN

Butterfly agrees that Wednesday is a good day for us to meet with the godparents of our children to solidify our plans for the twins. She’ll talk to Valerie since I’ve already told Al. In the meantime, I’m back in my glass and steel fortress about to let some folks have it.

I’m sitting in the usual department head meeting, putting together some thoughts concerning the four people at the center of my ire. While I’ve been sitting here, I’ve listened to discussions about shipments of supplies to some of our warehouses that had to be rescheduled because the shipping dock simply misplaced the materials, resulting in a horrible delay of delivery of product to our end users; a fire in one of our buildings on the east coast that resulted in injuries; and an extremely costly error with one of our pharmaceutical subsidiaries that could result in a lawsuit.

While I’m sitting here quietly fuming at our shipping, quality, and safety teams and waiting to hear what the plan of action is to keep these situations from becoming international incidents, one of the department heads from some department is expounding on some question that Lorenz has asked about something. I half-heartedly pretend to listen and jot down notes in my ledger—something I never do—when I decide that I’ve heard enough of the useless rambling. I have a shift in my seat that I do that signals the person speaking that they should wrap it up soon.

“What’s the progress with SEEKNID 1.0?” I ask casually once I hear that the discussion about… whatever it was… has ended. I hear throats clearing but no answers. So, I raise my gaze to my R&D department head. “Mr. Hammond, was my question unclear?” He clears his throat and rubs his eyes.

“No, sir, your question was clear,” he replies, his voice tired. I narrow my gaze at him.

“Well?” I hiss, waiting for an answer.

“I… haven’t had a chance to review it, sir,” he says. My brow furrows and I look over at my wife, who shrugs, before I look back at Hammond.

“What do you mean you haven’t had a chance to review it?” I ask. “I sent an email requesting immediate research and testing on Tuesday… while I was still on vacation with my wife.”

“I sent one as well,” Butterfly chimes in, “wanting to know why it was taking so long for the project to be initiated.” I look over at her.

“You sent one, too?” I ask. She nods.

“I questioned the delay of a very important product both to GEH and the industry and requested additional information on the normal timeline concerning the processing of a project from presentation to production. I never received a response.”

“To whom did you send this email?” I ask frostily.

“I did a blanket reply to all of the people on the original email that you sent out… even you. Maybe I did something wrong,” she says. All heads know that I’m now going to go in search of this email, because if I received it, their asses received it, too. I may not look for an email from my wife because I’m with her every day and she can just tell me what’s up… or text me. As soon as I swipe the screen of my phone, people start speaking up.

“I received that email, Dr. Grey,” Ros says. “I’m sorry I didn’t respond. I made the error of thinking that one of the heads closer to the project with more detailed information would provide an explanation for you. I apologize for that oversight on my part…”

“Same here,” Lorenz excuses. “Granted, I wouldn’t have had the immediate information that you needed, but I—or someone—should have responded to your email. I hope you’ll excuse the oversight.”

“It’s an oversight on your part because you and Ros have an entire company to run,” Butterfly says as I’m searching for her email. “I appreciate the acknowledgement and hope that in the future, I can expect a response to an email when I send it. ‘I don’t know, let me find out for you’ is a perfectly good response. It’s just very disheartening feeling like I’m being ignored.”

“Understood, Dr. Grey,” Lorenz replies. “Thank you for understanding.” My wife nods just as I find her email that she sent minutes after I sent the email to my chief officers, Barney, Hammond, and R&D.

“That explains why my company heads didn’t respond. However, in this instance, I can understand why they would have expected the experts in the area to have said something.” I turn to the people who would normally have their hands on the pulse of the situation… or who should, that is.

“I have no excuse, sir,” Barney says, his response a mixture of unapologetic but humble, if that’s possible. “I have quite a few irons in the fire in IT and since the product hadn’t made its way through R&D yet, there’s really nothing I could do with it at this time. I apologize, too, An… Dr. Grey, for not at least responding to your email. Please charge it to too many balls in the air and not disrespect, ma’am,” Barney finishes, and I can see my wife cringing inwardly at the ma’am sentiment.

“So, that leaves my $15-million R&D department,” I say, turning back to Hammond and the man sitting next to him. “We’re all waiting for you, gentlemen. Was my executive and IT staff supposed to respond to these emails that were clearly in your court and control?”

“I’m sorry, sir,” Hammond says a bit half-heartedly. “I just saw the email this morning before I came to the meeting. I didn’t have a chance to look into the matter thoroughly.”

“This morning?” I frown. “Why did it take so long?”

“I’ve been in the hospital, sir,” he says. “I was just released yesterday. I had a severe upper respiratory infection.” I glare at him. Is this fucker contagious? “It’s cleared up now, sir,” he adds, reading my thoughts. “I’m just still a little weak from the illness.”

“How long were you hospitalized?” I ask.

“Twelve days, sir,” he replies. Shit! That was some infection!

“And who is your second in command?” His eyes widen and I see the guy sitting next to him suddenly get fidgety.

“I take responsibility, sir,” Hammond says, “I should have left stricter instructions…

“That’s admirable of you,” I interrupt. “But I sent instructions to the team to get going on this last week while I was on vacation and you were hospitalized recovering from a severe infection. Now, who. Was your second. In command?” He sighs heavily and drops his gaze.

“Nathan Burgess, sir,” he says without making eye-contact. I look over at the sweating worm next to him.

“I take it you’re Nathan Burgess,” I say, watching the man’s forehead become shinier and shinier.

“Yes, sir,” he squeaks then clears his throat. I lean back in my seat.

“Let me ask a question to all people within earshot… Should I call an ear, nose, and throat specialist in to have you all examined?” I bark, and everyone suddenly sits up straight. “I’m sure that I made the announcement months ago that Dr. Anastasia Grey is 50% owner of this company and you all are still treating her like a goddamn outsider! Don’t you all realize that with or without my authorization, she has the power to fire any and everyone in this room? And she can’t even get a response to a goddamn email?”

I see my wife squirm infinitesimally, then plaster an impassive expression on her face.

“A week goes by and she couldn’t get a specific answer to a specific question that she asked and all I’m getting is a bunch of ‘I’m sorry’s,’ but what’s more, did you all suffer from fingerous brokitis? Because no one responded to me, either!”

The looks of discomfort that everyone donned moments ago have now been replaced by expressions of horror. This lets me know that even after this last announcement, they still won’t regard my wife as 50% owner of this company.

“I sent an email to at least five people within the sound of my voice and to the research and development team a week ago, and not one person thought it might have been important to stick your head in the door and ask, ‘Hey, what’s going on with the thing Mr. Grey asked about?’ Not one of you? None of you?”

Now even my executive staff is looking a little green in the face, as they should. I sent this email out to several people, because I expected if one person didn’t see to the situation, someone else would have. I didn’t send that information out for show. Even my wife had the good sense to respond and acknowledge the email and none of these highly-paid assholes thought they should even bother?

Even though Hammond knows that he’s off the hook for this situation because he was sick in the hospital, he still shrinks in his chair. That only makes me more pissed at this Burgess fucker.

“And you,” I say, focusing my attention on him, “if anyone was at the root of finding out where this project stood, it’s you, because your boss was out sick. Tell me, did you not see the emails?” He’s so scared right now, he could shit his pants.

“I… um… I remember… seeing the reports on… the projects we were working on…”

“It’s a simple question, Mr. Burgess,” I interrupt this stuttering fool. “Did you see the emails?”

“I… I think… I may have seen the email from you, sir,” he stutters.

“So, you did see one of the emails,” I confirm, and he nods. “And not only did you not see fit to respond, but you also don’t have any information about the content.”

“I was trying to get some information for you, sir,” he excuses. “I didn’t want to respond without at least having some kind of input…”

“So, you didn’t respond at all,” I interrupt. “Nothing.” And I get no response. “To add to that, you knew that you were the one in charge when the command came down, and you sat there quietly willing to allow your boss to take the wrap.”

“No, sir,” he interjects, “that… I wasn’t…”

“You all. Are getting. Sloppy,” I say, my voice threatening. “I lighten up on you for a minute and you act like you don’t remember who the fuck I am. Do I need to go back to being that iron-fisted fucker I was before I met the love of my life for you slackers to remember that I will fire you at a sneeze? Did you all conveniently forget all the crazy shit that I and my family have been going through? Shit that’s been plastered all over the goddamn news? You idiots are in charge! I trust you to run my company when I’m not here! Did I make the wrong decisions? Should I be coming in here taking my frustrations out on you? Or do I need to babysit each one of you fuckers to make sure the work is getting done? If I must do that, why the fuck do I need any of you?

“Two years ago, I told you all that I didn’t become who I am today by turning a blind eye to weaknesses in my company. You didn’t believe me then, but you better fucking well believe me now. I will be revisiting those protocols that were put in place at the last company-wide review. Anybody who I find lacking will find themselves immediately on the block. Depending on the severity of the situation, that means one of two things. First, your position may immediately become interim. This means that you will have to reapply for your position, and I personally will decide based on your qualifications and the talent pool if you get to keep your job or find yourself replaced—sound familiar?

“The second outcome is that your performance has shown no improvement in your department since the last protocol review or you have fucked up so tremendously that you just lose your job. I will be completely within my rights because with the exception of two or three departments that have new heads, you have been given two years to get your acts together and put your best foot forward. If I discover that you’re still doing the same haphazard, lackadaisical work that you were doing at the last protocol review, I’m getting rid of your ass.

“And make no mistake, this will not be a review of what you’ve done in the last couple of months. There’s nothing you can do in the next week or so that can repair the shabby ass job you’ve already done, if that’s the case. So, don’t bother putting any extra credit projects on the hopper or searching for a scapegoat, because it’s not going to help you.

“Mr. Burgess,” I say, turning my attention to the second man in charge of R&D, “effective immediately, you are being placed on administrative leave without pay for a period of three weeks. I have documentation from both owners of this company specifically asking about a program that should have been in production months ago.

“Although you may not have seen the email from Dr. Grey, you admit that you saw the email from me and a week later, you haven’t even pulled this extremely important and potentially profitable project off the shelf yet. I promised the developer that we would have some information for him, and you have nothing for me to give him. I wouldn’t be surprised if he pulled the project away from us since our company apparently doesn’t want it!

“Your position will be under review as well and the only reason you’re not being fired is because I don’t think you disobeyed a direct order. I just think you’re being sloppy, and you dropped the fucking ball, which is almost just as bad by the way. I’m running a multi-billion-dollar company with holdings and subsidiaries worldwide. I don’t have time to micro-manage and I can’t afford for anybody to be sloppy.

“Hopefully, three weeks without pay and a bit of uncertainty about your future will help to alleviate that situation. After your three-week administrative leave, I and Dr. Grey will have reviewed the departments and you will be notified if you do or do not still have a job.

“Mr. Hammond, I want a preliminary report on the SEEKNID software in my email within three days, and cc Dr. Grey’s company email with those findings as well. Don’t rush and don’t fuck this up, Mr. Hammond. A preliminary report shouldn’t be too difficult to generate. If you have questions, contact James Forsythe-Fleming directly. His contact information is in the project file.” I stand to my feet and turn to my wife.

“Is there anything you’d like to add?” I ask.

“No, I think you’ve covered it quite thoroughly,” she replies, crossing her legs. I turn back to the department heads in the conference room.

“You’re dismissed,” I tell them. They begin to scramble out of the office, and I gesture to Jason to handle Burgess. He nods once and walks out the door behind Burgess. Ros and Lorenz stay behind and everyone else leaves the room.

“So,” Ros begins, “does this mean that Finney and I are under review as well?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” I say, taking my seat. “I work closely with you two every day. I’m very well acquainted with your job performance, although I do expect you to treat an email from my wife as if it was an email from me.” They glance at each other. “Is that a problem?”

“No, of course not,” Lorenz says. “Again, Dr. Grey, my apologies for not responding.”

“Accepted,” Butterfly says softly, “and when it’s just us, I prefer Ana if you don’t mind.” Lorenz nods.

“And what about legal?” Ros asks.

“What about legal? I retort, my brow furrowed.

“Will legal undergo the review that the other departments are being subjected to?” I know what she’s asking.

“As a matter of fact, it will not,” I say finitely. “Much like you and Lorenz, I work with my head of legal nearly every day. I have had no problems from my legal department and as such, I’m not in the habit of fixin’ what ain’t broke. And in case you’re wondering, my accounting department won’t be subjected to that protocol review either as they already undergo an audit annually. Are there any other departments that you have questions about?”

“I’m not trying to start a fight, Christian,” Ros says. “It’s just that you know what they’re saying about your head of legal since he is your wife’s best friend.” Butterfly sits up straight and glares at Ros, who doesn’t return her gaze.

“I hired Allen Fleming-Forsythe because he is very fucking good at what he does, not because he’s my wife’s best friend. And those people that you’re talking about, tell them to get their Doctor of Jurisprudence Degree, and then maybe they can say something!”

Ros shrinks a bit in her chair at the same time that Butterfly leaps from hers.

“Baby…” I say, trying to halt her escape.

“I’m going back to the Center,” she says, retrieving her purse.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“Darling, they’re never going to revere me as you—none of them,” she says. “Some of them will get it in their heads that they need to respect me. Others will resent me. Still others will try to fuck you while I watch,” she says disdainfully, and I know she’s talking about that little trick from the new projects meeting a few weeks ago. “But they’ll never ever treat me like they treat you. It’s simply not going to happen.

“Your best friend is your bodyguard, but nobody’s asking if our security is going through an overhaul, just legal. You want them to treat me like you because you hold their destinies in your hand, but that’s simply not going to happen. They can’t wrap their heads around someone else wielding your omnipotent power. So, there will be sometimes when I’ll be able to take the reins with some people, and sometimes when I definitely won’t. You trying to shove it down their throats is just going to cause them to question and resent me, even at the risk of their jobs. It’s that simple.”

Without another word or any malice, she puts her purse on her shoulder and strolls out of the conference room, Chuck silently falling in step behind her. Ros and Lorenz have a silent conversation—again—which is really starting to piss me off. I thrust my hands in my hair, close my eyes, and begin to count.

She’s right. They’re never going to revere her like me. My two executive heads—or at least one of them—just proved that. We had a goddamn mole in the building for three years that everyone was certain that I fast-tracked through the system without even so much as an actual word from me, but I can’t openly hire an extremely qualified head of legal without being questioned about nepotism because he’s my wife’s best friend.

I don’t know if I really wanted them to revere her like me, though. At the most, I want them to respect her and recognize her authority, but it appears that I can’t even get one of them to do that until I get my hairs up. Then, they respect her for the moment and it’s back to business as fucking usual.

Dear God, I’m trying so hard to temper the new husband and family man with the hard-as-stone businessman, but it’s damn near impossible to be those two people. I was always the cold-hearted, unfeeling asshole everywhere I went—business and professional—and people sat up and paid attention; never questioned my judgement or authority. I need to get that back, but fuck if I’m going back to being that asshole that I was before…

“Christian?”

Ros’s voice breaks into my thoughts and the darkness behind my closed eyes. Without realizing that I was still counting, I now notice that I’ve gotten somewhere in the 300’s. I hope I was counting quickly.

“You can go now,” I say without opening my eyes.

“Christian, I…”

“I need. You to leave,” I hear myself nearly growling. After a brief pause, I hear the two of them stand and leave the room. I don’t know how many more minutes I stand there before I head to my office.

“Has Holstein called today?” I ask Andrea as I pass her desk.

“Twice,” she says. “He’s on hold as we speak.” I nod.

“Get Welch and Shaler in here…”

“The smoke is rising quickly on the internet,” Josh says once he and Alex are seated in my office. “All it takes is a rumor to get the fire going online. By the end of the week, if that, there will be quite a few high-powered people with ruffled feathers from nothing but a little innuendo.”

“Good, and what can we do with Holstein by the end of the week?” I ask Welch. He looks over at Joshua. “Nothing drastic,” I add. The real hell will come later.

“We’ve got a few things in the hopper for him,” Alex says, revealing nothing. “We’ve already got great information on him. It appears that our dear warden has been a very bad boy as of late.” I raise my brow.

“Excellent,” I say, turning back to Joshua. “How long before the average reader will be able to see the smokescreen?”

“Keep your eyes on the regular news outlets. When you see it, everybody else will, too.” I nod and look at the screen just to my left scrolling the NASDAQ and NYSE for selected stocks.

Kavanaugh Media has dropped significantly in the last week and still dropping, and that asshole is still holding out. Well, good luck to you.

“Start to sprinkle some inconvenience on Holstein,” I instruct Alex. “I want him jittery as fuck. If I know the kind of people he’s pissed off like I think I do, he’s going to be getting it from so many different directions that he’s not going to know where it’s coming from first.” Alex nods and I turn to Josh. “Any new news for me?” I ask him. He shakes his head.

“Not since yesterday,” he replies.

“Well, good work so far,” I comment. “Keep it up.” He stands, taking his cue to leave.

“Thank you, sir. You know where to find me,” and he leaves. I turn to Alex.

“Ellison and Lincoln,” I say after flipping the switch on the scrambler.

“We’ve of course put a tracker on Ellison’s car, but we expect her to get wise to that pretty soon. She has another… partner who requires her to carry a specific cell phone everywhere she goes…”

“How did you find that out?” I ask with a frown. He just twists his lips and cocks his head at me.

“I mean…” I stutter, then sigh. “I did this shit for years. Can people find out this crap about me?”

“Your operation was a whole lot more Mission Impossible than a lot of these amateurs out here,” he says, and yet another Mission Impossible reference. “She went to see Lincoln yesterday and was forced to leave said phone at the guard’s desk… with one of my colleagues. It’s being tracked as we speak, along with the small device that has been placed on her car. We figure that no matter what disguise she wears, she has to either carry that phone, drive that car, or both.”

“Have we found out anything else on her besides who she’s playing with and that she can disguise herself to be anybody?”

“Nothing much, except that her Dom likes to watch.” I frown. That’s one thing that I could never get into—watching my women with someone else. I’m too damn possessive for that shit… and I immediately think of Butterfly leaving my office a little while ago.

“Can we use that to our advantage at all?” I ask.

“We will,” he says, “when it’s time for the confrontation. For now, we’re watching her every move and trying to get as much information as we can on that book, and if there’s a plan of action if she doesn’t publish or check in with anybody.” I don’t react. I know what he’s getting at and I don’t want to admit that I anticipate the day that Greta Ellison is no longer a blip on my radar.

Butterfly has arrived at the Center by now. I wonder what she’s doing?

“And Lincoln?” I say, trying to keep my mind on the matter at hand. “What’s the word on her since she’s obviously still visiting with her ghost writer?”

“I still have friends in low places,” Alex says. “Lincoln’s life can become ‘uncomfortable’ as soon as you say the word…”

“’The word,’” I reply sarcastically, and he nods. It seems that I should have never gone through Holstein in the first place to get what I needed. I should have just kept the job in-house. Hell, I don’t know the ins and outs of this kind of thing anyway.

“How uncomfortable do you want her to be?”

Very!” I say before I think about it, “but not yet. Just uncomfortable enough for now… enough to know that something’s not quite right. Shit Holstein can’t prevent, right?”

“Shit Holstein won’t even know about,” Alex confirms.

“She could tell him,” I warn.

“She could, but by the time she realizes that she’s targeted, he’ll have his own problems to contend with. He won’t know which way is up with all the people that’ll be pissed at him by the time Josh’s plan is put into action. He’ll be clawing and begging for vacation time by the end of the week from the publicity alone.”

This is good news. I’m so sick of bullshit, I could literally scream. I actually just want to go home and daydream about our trip to Australia and all the fun and sex that we had… the wines we tasted, karaoke and game night, and deciding that we’ll begin BDSM training this weekend…

“Still with me, sir?” Alex’s voice breaks in, and my visions of butterflies leave my head.

“Yeah, I’m still here…” just barely.

“Thinking about the meeting?” he asks.

“Amongst other things, yes,” I admit. “I have no idea how my life became such a mess.”

“There are several answers to that question, sir.” I glare at him.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I snap.

“Simply that it depends on which question you’re asking. How did your life become such a mess… from which point of view? As a child? We know the answer to that. As a teenager? We’re fighting that demon right now. As a man, same demon, only she had you believing that you were in charge when she was actually the one in charge all the time.”

“How the fuck did you know that?” I bark.

“We all knew it,” he replies. “You were the only one who didn’t. Now, you’re a husband and a father, and that’s the real fucking mess.”

“Are you trying to get fucked up? And fired? In that order?” I threaten. He shrugs unfazed.

“You asked a question. I’m just answering it,” he replies. “Love is the messiest situation you’ll ever encounter in your life, and I don’t have to ever have been in love to know that. You had a nice little plan of things, a place for everything and everything in its place, including each of your Jennifer Love Hewitt wannabes. And then along comes this 5’3” fireball and knocks you right out of your Cesare Paciottis and onto your billion-dollar ass. There was nothing clean and tidy in the world about that transition. You fell instantly, and then she got kidnapped—what—two weeks after you sealed the deal?”

“Something like that,” I mumble.

“The next year of her life plays out in the press with you as nothing more than honorable mention in several of the headlines. Then you spend more money than you’ve ever spent on any one purchase in your life except your penthouse maybe—notwithstanding your business acquisitions—to marry her in a castle, to let the world know that the infamous Christian Grey is finally off the market. You take an ass beating like I’ve never seen you take since the day I met you to prove that you’re worthy of her love, and you went soft in that fight…”

“I did not fucking go soft!” I interject, ready to leap at the fucker.

“Yes, you did,” he retorts unapologetically. “You could have flattened that fucker in three hits, and you know it. I know him. I know his skill. And I know that he could have done the same thing, but he wanted to beat your ass and leave a mark, and that’s exactly what he did. He landed your ass in the hospital. You couldn’t see. You had to have your teeth wired. You were unrecognizable. He won! But you… you were worried about what Butterfly would say if you laid him out; how she would react if you sent her father’s best friend home out cold in five seconds. At the same time, you wanted to teach that fucker a lesson, but you wanted to play fair. Ain’t shit fair in love and war and this was both, and you conveniently forgot that, but you want to stand there and tell me that this shit ain’t messy? Seriously?

“You want to know what’s going on with your business? You’re going soft. People can see you going soft. You’ve found love and it’s the most beautiful, life-changing thing in the world, but that’s what it’s doing—it’s changing your life, and people can see that. Why do you think that Spanish asshole thought he could pull that shit over your eyes? Why Fairlane LTD sold you a poison pill? Why the Pussy DJ, as you affectionately call him, tried to drag that shit out as far as he could? Why two ex-submissives and one wannabe felt like they could push limits they knew would set you off? One is back to being afraid of you, one is more afraid of Ana than of you, and one isn’t afraid of either one of you.

“The old Christian Grey would have had each one of those bitches crushed under his heel. The new Christian Grey—the husband and father—is soft, and that’s a good thing when it comes down to your wife and family, but not a good thing when it comes to your business and dealing with your adversaries. You even showed that today. Two years ago, that guy from R&D, Burgess, would have been out on his ass. You put him on administrative leave. You gave him and everybody in that room hope when you should have struck fear into them. You’re in a cutthroat business and you’re turning into a teddy bear. So far, the most Christian Grey thing I’ve seen you do is go after Lincoln and her crew of Merry Men.

“Christian Grey gives half his empire to a woman? Any woman? Everybody everywhere is wondering what the fuck is going on. You have to figure out what you’re going to do here, sir, because what it looks like you’re doing is giving the reins to everyone else—Ros, Finney, your wife—while you sit back and watch. Of course, no one is worried about showing your wife Christian Grey respect. They’re not even showing you that respect right now. Nobody responded to your email? Seriously? You don’t find that strange?”

Shit. Shit, shit, fucking shit, fucking hell, shit. Having that anvil hit me in the face is the most painful and shocking thing I’ve felt since Pops died. Even more shocking than finding my wife locked in a gaze with another man, and that says a lot! Besides Lincoln, my biggest concern these days is trying not to curse around the twins.

“I’m going soft,” I say.

“You’re going soft,” Alex confirms. “You built this empire with a ‘take no prisoners’ attitude. You’re not going to be able to maintain its momentum being ‘father of the year.’ You’re going to have to choose one or be satisfied with a compromise… and all the drawbacks that come along with that.”

My company and my family are the two single most important things in my life, and my head of security is telling me that I have to choose between them? That’s not possible. There has to be a compromise that doesn’t leave me looking like a pussy.

“Get started on our prison posse,” I tell him. “I’ve got some things to ponder.”

Once Alex goes and I’m in the office alone, I give some serious thought to the man that I used to be. He was a real fucking asshole—in and out of the office. I didn’t have to be one person during the day and another at night and on weekends. I was just Christian fucking Grey, striking fear and reverence into businessmen and submissives everywhere. Now, I have to prove that I’m not a pussy without ostracizing my wife or mistreating my family. How the fuck am I supposed to do that?

My thoughts are interrupted by my cell phone buzzing in my pocket. I’ve been standing at the window pondering my situation for I don’t know how long, but the call is coming from inside GEH. What the…?

“Grey,” I say answering the phone.

“Sir, it’s Alex. I don’t have time to explain, but I think you should get down to Helping Hands right now!


ANASTASIA

I’ve had enough of trying to be Mrs. GEH. If those fuckers don’t want to acknowledge my authority, so be it. And why would they? Christian’s been at the helm of that company for more than a decade, then I show up with a marriage license and a minor degree trying to throw my weight around and take over. No thanks. If the day comes where I have to take the reins of GEH—and I truly hope that day never comes—then I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it. In the meantime, Christian can have it. I’m done locking horns with people who don’t think I should be there.

Courtney is filling in as well as can be expected for Marilyn, but I do still miss her, as a PA and a friend. I’m still not very comfortable at the Center right now. I want to make the executive decisions that need to be made, but I’m in constant concern that Grace’s instincts will somehow undermine whatever decisions I make. I make a list of everything we need to go over—which is nearly everything since I no longer want to make any final decisions on my own. Geez, why am I even here? I’m nothing more than a middleman at this point.

I’m lamenting my situation when a knock at my open office door causes me to raise my head. Speak of the devil…

“If you have a moment,” Grace says in a formal tone. I gesture to the chairs in front of my desk, inviting her to sit. She takes a seat and for some reason, I immediately prepare myself for a showdown.

“I’ve given it some thought,” she says, her hands in her lap. “You shouldn’t leave Helping Hands… I should.”

Okay… I certainly wasn’t expecting that! I frown.

“What?” I say, surprised.

“I’m a figurehead, Ana,” she says. “You’re the voice. You’re the face. You’re doing all the work. We’re starting classes because of you. We’re getting more donations and attention than ever because of you. We got past that whole thing with Gloria and the licensing board because of you and it nearly cost you everything. Helping Hands cannot afford to lose you. It would be the worst thing that could happen to this organization.”

“Grace, I can’t run this place alone… or full-time. I’ve got twin babies at home. I quit my practice just so that I could work here part-time. Did you forget that?”

“No, I haven’t forgotten that,” she says. “There’s no reason why you couldn’t remain part-time with the right person in the position as assistant director… or as director if you choose to remain the assistant. I think… I think I’ve truly damaged the professional relationship too much and we just can’t be effective if we’re here together.”

I won’t deny that the professional relationship is terribly damaged, but it’s more than that.

“Here’s the thing,” I begin. “You and I being here together is not the problem. It never has been the problem. We’ve bumped heads before. We’ve had disagreements before. We’ll have them again. The issue—the very big issue—is you disregarding my professional opinion and authority.

“It’s like you take temporary leave of your senses, and you’re a doctor, Grace. It’s not like you don’t understand the importance of confidentiality and trust in a doctor/patient relationship.”

“That’s not how I saw this,” she defends. “You and Courtney are friends. Addie is my friend. We’ve been friends for decades. I wasn’t stepping on your professional toes! You were looking out for your friend and I was looking out for mine!”

“I made it clear to you that our relationship was personal and professional! If you didn’t know that, then it’s because you ignored me—not because you weren’t informed. And that brings to light yet another very vital piece of information. You felt like your friendship with Adelaide was more important than my friendship with Courtney. And if my relationship with her was destroyed, that was fine as long as you got what you wanted. So, basically, what you’re telling me is that what you did wasn’t just a bad judgment call—it was just you being completely selfish?”

Grace sighs heavily, drops her head, and puts her hands on her hips.

“Yes, Ana, that’s what I’m telling you,” she says flatly before raising her eyes to me again.

And I’m floored.

I wasn’t expecting her to just come out with it. I was expecting her to stutter a bit, beat around the bush, stall, try to explain herself, something. She just spit it out and I’m pretty taken aback by it.

“I don’t have an explanation for it,” she says as if reading my mind. “I don’t have a justification for it. I can’t wrap it up in a pretty bow and make it what it’s not. I felt that my longtime friend needed to see her granddaughter—needed to see the changes that she made in her life, and I orchestrated it… by any means necessary. I wasn’t taking into consideration any other relationships, friendships, promises, nothing. All I knew was that this woman needed to see that Courtney had changed, really and truly changed.

“I watched Tina die and her crazy, ungrateful children swarm in on the house like rats. She went to her grave with nothing but regrets for those children—nothing but regrets! And then I see Adelaide feeling like her granddaughter is a lost cause when she’s not 20 miles away every day making something of herself and being a better person. I couldn’t live with that!

“Just telling her that Courtney was here—that she had changed—wouldn’t have worked. She had to see it! So, I put the picture—one picture—in the slideshow. It was in a slideshow with at least 100 other pictures from several different agencies, and I told myself that if she saw it out of all those pictures, then it was meant to be, and if she didn’t, then I would walk away… and she saw it.”

Grace is showing a bit of passion as she tells this story, so much that I can somewhat understand why she did what she did, especially in light of Tina’s recent death… but she still betrayed me, professionally and personally.

“I apologize,” she says further, “for disregarding your professional authority, and I also apologize for jeopardizing your relationship with Courtney. But I don’t apologize for helping my friend. I feel like it was really, really necessary under the circumstances.” I sigh.

“And therein lies the problem, Grace,” I point out. “If you don’t feel any remorse or conviction for what you actually did, then you’ll do it again. I pour myself into these people’s mental well-being, and I can’t have someone look at the situation and just say, ‘This is how it should be,’ and just make an executive decision without even thinking to consult me first simply because you knew I would say, ‘No.’ You’re playing a dangerous game of chance with people’s lives and your solution to that problem is that you should just pick up and leave simply because you don’t want me to leave.

“With or without me, you built this place. You had the idea; you bought the property; you funded it; you built it from the ground up—and you have a responsibility to this place and the people in it. You can’t just throw your hands up and walk away…”

“But you can?” she asks incredulously. “I want what’s best for the Center and like it or not, you have a responsibility to this place, too. You’ve started all kinds of programs, hired staff and created different departments, got our accreditation so that we can do schooling—people depend on you!”

“I’m an employee!” I point out.

“You are assistant director!” she retorts, pronouncing each syllable. “This place will survive without me, but it won’t survive without you.” I’m being battered with logic here.

“I won’t be blackmailed into keeping this job, Grace,” I say finitely. “I won’t be forced to move into a position that I can’t handle because we don’t see eye-to-eye and you don’t want to be here anymore.”

“Will you listen to yourself?” she nearly barks. “That’s the exact reason you’re leaving! And it’s not that I don’t want to be here. The Center needs you, and if it’s going to be a choice between you or me, then the choice needs to be you.”  I’m not going to coddle her.

“If you want to leave Helping Hands, you can, but I’m not running this place full-time. It’s everything I can do to be here when I’m here. I’m not going to take on the role as director.”

“I’m not saying that I want to leave Helping Hands!” she shoots back. “Of course, I don’t want to leave! I love the work that I do here, and I love what the Center does for the families and the community, so much that I’m willing to step down if I’m going to be a hindrance to its progress. We’ve accomplished so much over the last two years and I’m under no misconception, Anastasia. I know that’s because of you. If the Center loses you, it will certainly lose that momentum that it has gained over that course of time, and we may never get it back. I’m just trying to do what’s best for the Center.”

Well, fuck. I hate to admit it, but I know that she’s right. It’s not that no one else can do my job or even step in and pick up where I left off, but will they have the passion, drive, and vision that I have for this place? Even only part-time, I get a lot of shit done in this joint, and lately, part-time has been feeling a lot like full-time.

I don’t think the Center would crumble and die without me, but I have to agree that it could possibly take a substantial blow.

“Understand me clearly,” I begin. “My responsibilities are very important to me, and I will not shirk them. That’s the reason I came back here in the first place. But Grace Trevelyan Grey, make no mistake. We don’t have to agree, and you don’t have to kiss my ass, but if you ever cross me this way again—if you ever again disregard my professional opinion and authority or dare to treat me with the complete and utter lack of respect that you’ve shown me throughout this situation, I am outta here—with no notice!

“I understand and appreciate that there’s a lot going on—with this place, with your job, with your recent diagnosis. I get it. However, that does not give you license to treat other people like they don’t count and if you think it does, then I’m here to tell you that you are sorely mistaken.

“If you feel strongly about something, you need to find some kind of way to talk it out and find out if there’s a solution to the situation, just like you’re supposed to when you have bouts or episodes with your menopause. You knew this situation had repercussions and you completely ignored them. Do that again, and this ball is all yours. Have I made myself perfectly clear?”

“Must you be so cold and harsh in making your point?” she retorts, coolly.

“Yes!” I nearly hiss. “You were cold and hard in making yours and I want to make sure that there is no misunderstanding here. I want to see Helping Hands succeed and continue to assist the community as much as you do, but not at the cost of my dignity, self-respect, or peace of mind. Now I repeat—have I made myself perfectly clear?” She pulls herself up to her full height.

“Perfectly,” she says. We stare at each other in silence for several moments, each of us waiting for the other to say something.

“I… think now would be a good time for me to call it a day,” she says formally. “I’m on call at the hospital tonight and I should probably get a couple of hours rest before I go in.”

“I think that’s probably a good idea,” I reply. Don’t go home and tell your husband or mine that I bullied you, or I won’t be back tomorrow, and you can sell the place for all I care. She sighs.

“Goodnight,” she says just as formally. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” She walks out of my office.

Sakes alive, this woman is going to be the death of me.

Almost the second that she walks out of the office, my desk phone rings. I sigh heavily and lift the receiver.

“Dr. Anastasia Grey,” I answer wearily.

“Hello, Mrs. Grey. How are you today?” a woman replies.

“I’m fine. May I ask to whom I’m speaking?”

“Oh, you don’t know me, but I just wanted to talk to you myself, to ask you how it feels.”

“How what feels?” I ask bemused.

“To be sitting on top of the world,” she says. “To have your family around you and your friends and your husband. To have more money than you know what to do with. To have the life that many people only dream about while you go about the business of ruining the lives of others.”

I’m taken aback by the accusation of this unknown woman. I want to know who this is and she’s giving me the creeps at the same time. As I’m trying to formulate some kind of response, I see Courtney walking past my door. I wave frantically to get her attention, then cover the mouthpiece of the phone when she enters my office.

“Get Chuck!” I whisper harshly. She doesn’t hesitate. She darts out of the room and I turn my attention back to the mystery caller. “Who is this? What do you want? What are you talking about?”

My husband is dead, Mrs. Grey,” she continues. “I’m sure that you know that. After nearly thirty years of marriage, I’m a widow now. My children are all gone. One of them is in jail. One of them is a public figure and just wants to stay as far away from this as he can. One of them won’t even speak to me because she’s convinced that I had something to do with this.”

“To do with what?” I ask almost frantically. “I don’t know who you are, and I don’t know what you’re talking about! I’m going to hang up now.”

“No, you won’t, because you’re dying to know who I am,” she says calmly. “You’re aching to know why I said you’re ruining people’s lives.”

“You’re right, I do want to know, but I’m not about to play a cat-and-mouse game for your entertainment,” I hiss.

“Aren’t you the little indignant one!” she hisses back. “You walk around all high and mighty like nobody’s important but you. Nobody matters but you and your precious little family. How are your babies by the way—growing up healthy and strong like Mommy and Daddy, I take it?” I suddenly feel a sharp chill and then seething, searing rage.

“Lady,” I say with as much restraint as I can muster just as Chuck walks into the room, “I don’t know who the hell you are, but you better hope for your own sake that you didn’t just imply a threat to my children.” Chuck freezes and when I raise my eyes to him, all the color is gone out of his face. He’s on his phone in moments talking very low while I try to ascertain who this woman is.

“You’re right about one thing. You don’t know me. You have no idea who I even am, so save your high-handed threats, you lying, pompous, pampered whore! You’ve never even met me, but don’t worry, you will. Every time I see your picture in the paper or see your face in the news, it makes me just want to gag. It’s bad enough that I have to stand by and watch you get over on other people’s pain and tragedy. Now, I had to be subjected to a two-hour vomit-fest about how special and perfect you are. You hit it big because your gold-digging ass landed a big fucking fish and all of a sudden, that’s supposed to make you something? You’re nobody! You’re nothing! You always were nothing and you’ll always be nothing!”

God, if I didn’t know better, I would swear that I was talking to Elena Lincoln, but this is not Lincoln. I’d know She-Thing’s voice anywhere.

“You don’t know shit about who I’ve always been, bitch!” I nearly shriek. “You don’t know shit about what I’ve been through, so don’t you dare try to pretend you know me!”

“Oh, I know exactly who you are!” she shoots. “You’re the same lying little cunt you always were! You were the same fortune-seeking, gold-digging, attention-hungry, lying bitch that you were when you were a teenager. I see you have those same social-climbing tendencies as your worthless mother! My only regret is that they didn’t kill you!”

Fucking hell. This is not happening. This is fucking not happening. I take out a pen and scribble on my desk pad:

Green Valley.

Chuck raises his eyes to me and mutters something into his phone.

“I know you’re still there,” she snaps. “I can hear you breathing…” I’m trying to quickly put together who this could be. She talked about Carla, so she has to be one of the socialite-bitch parents. She keeps calling me a gold-digger and a lying bitch. I don’t say anything as she continues to rant and I’m putting together the things that she’s already said. One child is in jail, probably the one that helped in the beating. There are a lot of people that were arrested, but I don’t know who all is still in jail besides the main players. I sit at my desk and start typing facts frantically—whatever I can remember from the conversation:

Her husband is dead; they were married for 30 years.
Her children are gone—jail, public figure, and incommunicado, none of them apparently speaking to her or readily accessible.
She’s pissed off about my money.
She called me a lying, pompous, pampered whore. Pompous and pampered obviously comes from the money and she clearly thinks I’m lying on her kid, but where did whore come from? Was she there? Is that a reference to the brand?
Fortune-seeking, gold-digging, attention-hungry, social-climbing… None of this is helping me. They’re just angry words. Who is this woman?

“Are you fucking typing??” she asks, horrified.

“Yes, I am, because you’re boring me,” I reply quickly out of frustration, “I’ll admit that I’m dying to know who you are, which is the only reason why I’ve stayed on the phone for your useless drivel. So, you can either tell me who you are and what the fuck you want and get it over and done, or you can continue to sit here and drone on that whatever role your offspring played in my torture was somehow my fault! Either way, I’ve got shit to do, so while I sit here and listen to your self-victimized, delusional babbling, I’m going to type until I feel this conversation is going nowhere and then I’ll hang up.”

“You self-righteous bitch!” she exclaims.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Move on,” I say, pretending to have no interest. Nothing pisses off an already pissed-off person more than acting like you truly don’t care that they’re as pissed off as they are.

“How dare you trivialize my suffering!” she screams into the phone. Is she serious?

“You mean like you trivialized mine?” I respond calmly. “I was beaten within an inch of my life. I was 15 years old in a coma for three weeks. I lost my baby. I’ve got brands on my back, lady, haven’t you seen the video?” She momentarily gets quiet. Maybe she hasn’t seen the video, but she certainly heard about it while I was in the hospital.

“It serves you right,” she says, indignantly, and I have to stop myself from laughing in her ear though a tiny scoff does manage to escape. No one’s suffering is important but our own.

“That’s what I get for trying to reason with the unreasonable. Your child is in jail right now because you passed down to him or her the same privileged thinking that you’re trying to push off on me right now. You push the blame off on the victim so that they—and you—don’t have to take responsibility for what they did. If I had my way, all of you stuck-up, snobby, voluntarily blind ass parents would be sitting in jail and going on trial with your criminal children for raising a bunch of spineless, socially irresponsible, uncaring, amoral, juvenile delinquent bastards!” I bark. I hear her gasp on the other line. Yes, lady, you really pushed the button, now.

“It’s okay, though,” I continue. “It’s okay that your child participated in a crime that killed one person and temporarily maimed another, but you think that’s fine because it’s your child. You wouldn’t feel that way if your daughter was on the receiving end of this brutality.”

“My daughter would never be in your situation, because my daughter is not a lying, gold-digging cunt!” she spits.

“How would you know?” I ask. “According to your victim rant, she’s not even speaking to you…”

And then it hit me, like a boulder from the sky…

Her daughter won’t speak to her because she thinks Mom had something to do with this. In fact, she moved away to New York and she’s not speaking to the whole family because of this incident.

One child is a public figure, like a newscaster—or whatever he is—in Texas.

One child is in jail, the fucker that started this shit in the first place.

Her husband is dead… because he killed himself on Christmas Day right before the family fortune went completely belly-up and eventually took more than half of Green Valley’s wealth with it.

Whitmore!

I didn’t know that I had tuned her out until I come back to myself and she’s ranting and cursing in my ear again.

“This concludes our conversation,” I interrupt her unceremoniously. “I know who you are. I’m calling the district attorney to tell him that you’re harassing me, so leave me alone. Please know that if you come anywhere near me or my family that I am armed and licensed, and I will defend myself up to and including deadly force.” She’s quiet for another moment.

“You don’t know who I am,” she says, confidently. “Don’t pull that shit on me, you little twit!” Oh, well, at least I’ve gone from a cunt, a whore, and a bitch to a twit.

“No?” I say confidently, both in response to her and to Courtney’s and Chuck’s questioning eyes. “Tell me, exactly how many other girls accused Cody of rape?” I say calmly.

She falls silent. I know there were more. He was too cocky, and Carly was too ready to defend him. They were all in a state of self-imposed blindness, like if they didn’t see it, it didn’t happen.

“How many parents did you all have to pay off?” I continue. “Are there any little illegitimate grandchildren running around that you may or may not know about? Hell, your son and his friends beat my baby out of me. How many of his other victims didn’t get that privilege?” She gasps loudly, then screams into the air on the other end.

“You’re a lying bitch!” she screams into the phone, and now I’m a bitch again. “You were a lying bitch then and you’re a lying bitch now!”

“Yeah, I’m sure that we all were,” I say, referring to his other victims. “Goodbye, Mrs. Whitmore. You’ve been warned. Don’t contact me again.” I hang up the phone and take a deep breath. The adrenaline drop is almost immediate. I open the drawer of my desk and retrieve my purse. My hands shake as I search frantically for the card.

“Ana?” Courtney’s voice is thick with concern, but I just put my hand up to silence her. I think a whimper escapes in the gesture, but I’m not sure. Locating the card, I shakily dial the number and wait for an answer.

“Anastasia Grey for Herbert Larson,” I spit all in one breath when the receptionist answers. I’m shaking uncontrollably now, and the tears start to flow.

Herbert Larson. Ms. Ste… Mrs. Grey?”

“Mr… Larson…” I can’t get my words out.

“Mrs. Grey! What’s wrong?” he asks alarmed.

“Whit… Whit… Whitmore! Pa… Pamela Wh… Whitmore…”

“Mrs. Grey, please. Breathe. I can’t understand you…” I’m starting to hyperventilate. I push back from the desk and drop my head between my legs. Chuck kneels in front of me while Courtney retrieves the phone.

“Mr. Larson?… Yes, I’m Courtney Wilson, I’m Mrs. Grey’s temporary personal assistant… May I ask who you are, sir?… Oh, okay. I understand now. She just received a call here in her office at the Center from one of the parents of someone who has been arrested in her attack. From what I understand, it was Pamela Whitmore and she mentioned someone named Cody…”

Thank God for Courtney. I’d certainly be lost without her right now.

“Yes, sir, I’m sure that can somehow be arranged… She’s very upset. I’m sure she’s probably going to go home for the rest of the day. From what I could understand from Mrs. Grey’s end of the conversation, this Whitmore woman may have made some kind of derogatory reference towards Mrs. Grey’s children and their safety… Yes, sir, I’ll have her give you a call as soon as she’s able… Thank you, Mr. Larson. I’ll tell her.”

She ends the call. Although I’m no longer hyperventilating, I’m still sobbing. I feel sick to my stomach. The adrenaline that kept me collected on the phone with that witch has left my body all too quickly and all I can think about are my children. I’m still laboring a bit with my breathing and my sobbing when I focus, and Chuck has suddenly become Christian.

Did that just happen? Am I crazy?

I look around the room to make sure I’m not hallucinating… you know, head injury, grief, adrenaline? I identify Chuck and Jason both standing nearby. I don’t know how he got here so quickly or when he took Chuck’s place but thank God he’s here. I throw my arms around his neck and weep with abandon. He’s rubbing my back and trying to soothe me, but it’s no use.

“My babies… my… babies…” He stands effortlessly with me in his arms and without a word, proceeds to carry me out of the center.

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“I’m not coming to the department head meetings anymore,” I tell Christian once I and my babies are home and settled and someone has explained the Pamela Whitmore situation to him. He frowns.

“May I ask why?” he asks.

“I’m a distraction,” I say. “They’re not going to treat me like you and the more you try to make them do it, the more they’re going to kick against you. I’ll be present for really big announcements and super important meetings that can shift the direction or position of the company as I am part owner now, but in terms of the operations, you don’t need me and neither does the company. I’m a hindrance, not a help.” He sighs.

“We never would have found the flaw in the XRC90 transmitter if you hadn’t caught it,” he protests.

“Yes, you would have,” I inform him. “You have a lot of smart people working for you—Ros, Lorenz, Barney, somebody would have found the error. I was just the one focused on it at the time. It’s okay to come home and be a husband and father, but you need to run your business when you’re at your business, and everyone has already told you that I’m one of your biggest weaknesses. You need to see that in this situation right now.” He rolls his eyes and runs his hands through his hair.

“I love you,” he says. “I love our life together. I don’t want to see that change.” I frown.

“And it won’t,” I say. “Why would you think…”

Then it dawns on me. Somebody has already had this conversation with him, or something like it.

“Why would you think our life would change?” I finish my question.

“Because I have,” he blurts out. “I’ve changed since I’ve been with you. I’m not the man I used to be in any shape or form. You’ve permeated me—my blood, my soul, my very being, everything that I am, you’ve permeated me, and I’m a different man… and everybody knows it.”

As much as I love him and as much as I love hearing that I’m in every cell of him, I don’t need him to tell me that this is a bad thing for him as a businessman.

“Well, fuck,” I breathe.

“I have a hard-enough time trying to be one person,” he laments. “I don’t think I can successfully be two.”

“I know,” I respond. It’s then that I realize that part of the old Christian Grey may need to return in order to save his company, his legacy. I’m going to have to be understanding and let him do what he needs to do. This isn’t going to be easy.

“You gotta do what you gotta do, Christian,” I say, resigned. He rolls his eyes.

“There’s no way that I can be that guy I was before,” he says firmly, “nor do I want to.”

“And you don’t have to,” I point out. “But you need that iron fist that you used to rule with, and if it means that you need to put on that asshole persona when you enter GEH, then so be it. I saw you be two different people in one night, Christian. I know you can do it.” I’m referring to the night he turned into the Dom with Greta Ellison and nearly broke her wrist. His pupils constrict as he realizes what I’m referring to.

“Yes… you have, haven’t you?” he says, none too pleased. I nod.

“You gotta do what you gotta do,” I repeat. He sighs heavily.

“God, this shit is going to be difficult as fuck,” he hisses.

“I know,” I assure him. “Difficult, but not impossible. Just picture yourself walking into your building and everybody around you is trying to destroy your company. Who would you be?” His brow furrows, then one rises.

“Yeah, this ain’t gonna be as hard as I thought,” he says frankly.

I’m certain that it won’t. It’s a necessary evil… but will we survive it?


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60 thoughts on “Raising Grey: Chapter 86—Going Soft?

  1. Darcy says:

    Great chapter!

    Thank you! 💛

  2. Esther says:

    Wonderful chapter I can’t believe Mrs. Whitmore is defending her son for what he did to Anna. But I can’t wait to see what Mr. & Mrs. Grey do to her.

  3. naturallyblonde1221 says:

    great as always

  4. FinnHanna says:

    Thank you. This was a great chapter. Plus you gave me my missing piece of wisdom about my relationship w my hubby. You BG are the Truth Whispherer 🖤 Keep it UP.

  5. Connie gould says:

    Apsulutly great chapter cent wait for the next one connie

  6. falalalynx says:

    Goddess,

    Well hell and high water. Damn it now I can’t think straight. sigh Genius work Goddess. I’ll be back when I unscramble my brain a bit. Wow just no no no no I hate this just about all of it. sigh no no no no……..

    Unpeaceful, Falala

    • falalalynx says:

      After my reread and stepping back for a moment….

      I think it’s all the change that is messing with me, that and disappointment. All the top of the line people Christian has employed and they haven’t got it together. sigh What? Get over it already. He “GAVE” her half of his wealth. Sheesh! grin giggle lol Not that I have a clue what that is like but it’s not like she’s a bimbo who goes around causing mischief. She’s a very intelligent woman and a asset to the firm. So why are you all behaving this way? Shame on you. And whoa whoa whoa wtf is this about Allen? Are you really going to shoot yourselves in the foot this way? Again, Allen’s been nothing but beneficial to the company so what’s the problem? He’s tainted because he is Ana’s friend? Oh ho bloody no way. And besides all this stupidity the bottom line is this is Christian’s (and Ana’s) company to do with as HE wants and if you all don’t like it find a job elsewhere. You have all crossed over the line and you need to get back on your side. So lucky you all pulled this boneheaded move. I hope you enjoy the return of the balls to the wall King Christian, Master of ‘his’ Universe. I stress the his because this is his sandbox and you are all just players, disposable players. When the dust settles it will be Christian who’s still standing. Did this ever occur to any of you? Idiot move. imo grin

      Ah Grace what can I say? You broke it and now you want to wash your hands of the mess you’ve made and leave it for someone else to salvage. tsk tsk tsk! Here’s a little secret. You were so wrong. Ana was so right. And you need to deal with it.

      It felt odd but I knew it was Whitmore before you even started throwing out clues. Ooohhhhhh you are so going to get it Pamie. What a fool move. Yeah yeah blame the victim see where that gets you. I’m thinking the money has run out. It would be cool to find some of these other Cody victims maybe. Pamie needs a reality check. evil grin

      So Christian must show the world what a bad ass he is again. sigh Well I guess but only if he can retain his gooey center for Ana and his children and close friends and family. He and Ana can do anything together.

      Thanks again Goddess. xoxoxoxoxoxoxo Peace, Falala

      • seralynsmom says:

        I knew it was her too. The second she said hubby was dead, kid in jail, and called Ana a gold-digging liar. I went “that’s Cody’s mom!!!” 😂😂

  7. Kaelin Pierce says:

    ooooooh i hope they destroy her!! why are there so many evil bitches to wipe out!!!?

  8. Barbara says:

    Wow! I loved Alex’s speech to Christian & he is 100% right. It’s good that Christian got the validation he didn’t know he wanted when Ana told him to get back to being an iron-fisted CEO. As for the Pamela Whitmore drama, wow! Didn’t see that coming & can’t wait to see what our dynamic duo will unleash on her!
    Good luck with your recertification & testing! I’m sure you will do great.

  9. Teri Spraggins says:

    Thank you for the reintroduce of Green Valley. Can’t wait for future chapters! Great as always!

  10. Roxie says:

    great chapter and good luck with work!

  11. Sweetpegsie says:

    “fingerous brokitis”? I love it. Loved the whole chapter. I understand putting ‘things’ on hold because of CEUs. That too shall pass. Will wait with patient anticipation for future updates. Good luck with the recert.

  12. Christian618 says:

    Holy crap this got very intense all of a sudden!
    Oh god asshole Christian will be back I can feel it. Grace is something else but loyal to a tee when she thinks u r her friend. I have to love that about her. I can’t wait for what next chapter. Mrs Whitmore was brave when hiding in cognitions not so when Ana blew her cover.

  13. S. Hodgson says:

    Very stirring chapter. Lots of stuff happening again and everything keeps moving forward. Love it. I’m glad Ana is taking a step back in some things but I’m also glad she really is putting her foot down at the center. Grace made a valid point about Ana involvement and influence at the center. She is sorely needed. That phone call felt like it was out of left field. Interesting to see what happens with that or if it was just something to set off some sparks.

  14. Tina says:

    Thanks for sending me the link I always look for your links to your stories. Thanks again for the very good read and I’ll look forward to the next chapter and link. Keep them coming I can’t wait.

    • Lori says:

      So much drama and emotion for them! Gotta respect Alex for having the guts to put the truth to Christian like that. Poor Ana, right on the heels of the drama with Grace, following the disrespect at GEH, Green Valley rears it’s ugly head again. It’s a wonder her head doesn’t explode!
      Thank you so much for another amazing chapter. Good luck with your recertification. I know how gruelling it can be.

  15. Better2BeLoved says:

    Ohhh I was waiting for the green valley storyline to come back into play! This is gonna be sooooo good!!

    Thank you BG!!

  16. Dee says:

    Wonderful chapter. Could Ros be fueling this disrespect of Ana? Didn’t she have a problem when Ana became co-owner. She’s the one that brought up the Al inquiry. I think Christian needs to have a sit down with her as well. Really Mrs. Whitmore? Ana should let the whole town of Green Valley know by way of billboards, tv spots, newspapers etc that she is still be victimized by that family. Thanks for the update.

    • falalalynx says:

      Hey Dee,

      What a scary thought about Ros. She’s been with Christian since the beginning. But then stranger things have happened. This would an epic betrayal. Wow this is a lot to consider. Interesting.

      I love the billboard idea. It serves them right. Peace, Falala

  17. MichelleCheri’ says:

    Not only will they survive but they will be stronger !

  18. Brenda says:

    Damn. That was great ❤️

  19. valentinesgenie says:

    Totally awesome great work see you next time take care…

  20. seralynsmom says:

    They’ll survive it. They’ve survived shit worse than this. She’s seen that asshole, in the beginning, and she put him in his ass. She may think she’s more fragile now but I know when the time comes, if it’s needed, she’ll had him his ass again and remind him who he is supposed to be with her and their family. The training they’re going to go through could probably help too. While it’s helping her understand she needs to go by her own limits and not his it can help him learn how to balance the Dom with the husband. The Dom at work and in their play, the husband at all other times. This is what they need, to balance. They’ve always needed to balance and she’s right, if he can’t figure out how to do it now his company is fucked. I can not believe the disrespect Ros showed in that room in this chapter. And Lorenz hasn’t even been there that long and he showed just as much disrespect. Christian needs Alex and Jason when it’s time to have shit laid straight. Perhaps kicking her ass out of that room will get Ros to realize she crossed a line today. One she shouldn’t have. Maybe I’m wrong, but that’s just the way I feel.

    As for Grace, I’m glad she suggested what I was feeling. Ana is the heart and soul of that place now. If she leaves, they’ll falter and they can’t afford that. When she was talking about leaving from the beginning I was screaming that she can’t, she can’t because it’ll mess everything up. Glad Grace actually pulled her head outta her ass and saw that fact too and I don’t think she’s trying to blackmail Ana emotionally into taking over. Ana knows damn good and well she doesn’t have to. She can put someone else in place to run things while she continues to be assistant, she just has to find someone that wouldn’t overstep themselves. As for the other, I’m Amazed Grace could actually admit how selfish she was being and sorry to burst her bubble but, she ain’t getting back that relationship with Ana she had. There’s going to be cold formality from now on I’m sensing.

    Man, all I kept thinking in my head during that phone call was “the audacity of this bitch”. I knew the second she said that her hubby was dead, son in jail, and called Ana a gold-digging liar it was Whitmore’s mommy. She thought she was all that. She’s nothing compared to threats Ana has faced so far. Nothing. Not even a blip on the radar. And now she’s put herself on Ana’s radar and therefore the attorney’s and Welch’s radar. She won’t be able to even sneeze without some stranger handing her a fair warning and a tissue. Lmao.

    Greta Greta Greta. Man, I hope she doesn’t discover any of those little devices for a while because all the fun they’ll have with her. 😈😈
    And poor warden. He’s sweating bullets right about now. I can’t wait to see what Alex has in store for Elena either. Whew!

    • Junebride says:

      Oh, Ash, loved every bit of what you wrote!! You’re right on. I do hope, however, that Grace and Ana can get into a more friendly relationship for Christian’s sake if anything.

      After what Greta did, I hope she gets what’s coming to her. Didn’t like her attitude then, don’t like what she’s doing now. Whatever it is, she has it coming!

      Ana and Christian will prevail, they’ll work it out. It’s damn if you do, damn if you don’t. If his employees don’t like things at GEH, the door is open!! Glad Ana took the decision, though, of not sitting in on the regular meetings. Yes, I think Ros crossed the line, too. I guess they liked the old CEO better? Hope he comes back in all his glory and more. Give them hell, Christian!!

      Like you, can’t wait to find out what Goddess has in store for all of them and all of us… LOL

      • seralynsmom says:

        I don’t think Ana and Grace’s relationship will ever be the same and that’s ok. I’ve learned from experience that some people just don’t change and you can’t force yourself to keep hoping because all it does it keep you in a toxic relationship and disappoint you. I think they’ll be civil at family functions for everyone else’s sake, but friendly again just isn’t something *i* see happening. Goddess could surprise us though.

        Pretty sure Greta is going the way of those dumbasses that stole from Christian. They’re somewhere six feet under. It’s been implied, just not outright said. Plausible deniability.

        I agree. Stepping back was the right thing for her to do but it is also right for him to expect they respect her. That’s all he’s truly been asking for, that they show her some modicum of respect. He may have been going about it the wrong way by telling them to treat her like him but he has every right to expect respect and as you said, if they don’t like things they can hit bricks. Giving her half his company wasn’t just something he did on a whim. He thought long and hard on it and he did it not just to show her how much he really loves her and wants forever but he did it from a business standpoint as well. This way if something should happen to him no one can contest her right to run his company with or without a Will because she’s 50% owner and once he dies she becomes full owner. He keeps his baby intact, he keeps it in the family, and he keeps it in hands he knows are more than capable of running it. The fact that people who know him are questioning that is the issue. Ros knows this man nearly as well as Ana does. She should know by now that even if it seems a rash decision, it isn’t. I think her issue is that Christian gave his wife half his company and didn’t consider giving Ros any. Ana is a usurper in her eyes. Too bad, so sad Ros. Then he brings in the other guy and it makes it seem like Ros can’t do her job. She may not have said it, but I think she thinks it. Now she and the other guys are have secret conversations with their eyes at Christian and Ana’s expense? Yeah I don’t think so honey. Lorenz never even saw cutthroat asshole Christian. He doesn’t know that side. He came into soft Christian. But Ros and the others want the asshole back? Ok, they’re gonna get him. They just better be damn sure they’re ready. Because asshole Christian isn’t going to take prisoners this time. EVERYONE will be on that chopping block because he’s done pussyfooting around. People should expect changes in someone’s personality when things like meeting the love of their life happens. They should understand that it isn’t a bad thing either. Yeah, he needs to step up and pay better attention about some things. But that isn’t all due to Ana. It’s also because of all the shitstorms they’ve faced in the last two years. But that’s ok. The asshole is coming back and people better run.

    • falalalynx says:

      Ash,

      Are you starting a conspiracy theory here? Ros and Lorenz? This is the last thing Christian needs right now. I hope this is wrong. I mean really really wrong. Wouldn’t Alex or Barney catch any shenannigans they might start. Sheesh can’t this guy take a damn vacation when he wants to? They are both being compensated very well for what they do. Wouldn’t they speak up if there was something wrong? Yikes now I don’t feel like I can trust them. I wonder what Ros’ beef with Allen is. That to me was right out of left field or was she slamming Ana in some way? Are they dragging there feet because James is married to Allen and it’s his program? Now look what’s happened. I’m on a conspiracy trip. Yikes! And off I go. I will see ulterior motives in everyone now. sigh I’m getting an ulcer. Next you’re are going to have me believing Greta is Lorenz cousin or something. Thanks Ash. grin Peace, Falala

      • seralynsmom says:

        I don’t trust either of them at the moment. Idc how much you feel he’s changed, Christian is still the boss and Ana is now also the boss and they deserve respect. No one bothered to email Christian Grey back. No. One. That is unacceptable and the looks between them, I no longer trust Ros or Lorenz. Just don’t. Can’t. Sorry. They may not be doing anything more than being disrespectful but that’s still not ok. And like you said, if they feel something is wrong they should talk to him about it. They’re his second and third in command. If something happens to him it is their jobs to help Ana through shit. Their job to help her ensure his company doesn’t go down with him. It shouldn’t take his head of security and Welch to say something. It’s ridiculous. I hate people like that. No offense to you BG, take it as a compliment, your writing is so good I want to punch your characters. Lmao

      • ROTFLMAO @Ash!!! Punch away my friend. This section of the story is the love/hate relationship all the way around.

      • falalalynx says:

        Ash,
        My my you are on fire tonight. grin I agree they were being hugely disrespectful to both Christian but especially Ana. I’m looking forward to badass Christian setting there tails on fire. giggle I would like to see Ana show them up in some way. evil grin Maybe she can shepherd James new product to a huge success for GEH and show them a thing or two. She has rather set them on notice that she’s aware they aren’t respecting her as they should. I hope they are smart enough to see there error. This is bad for business.

        I’m confused. Why would Goddess be offended? She loves a good discussion. I’m always wanted to do evil things to some of her characters. grin That’s okay isn’t it Goddess? Now I’m more confused. Way to go Falala. Shut it. I’m stuck on a conspiracy train and I can’t get off. Peace, Falala

      • seralynsmom says:

        You’ve seen how passionate she gets about people choosing sides. Lol. Especially when both are in the wrong. Of course that bit was for Golden and not Grey but still. She’s fiercely protective of all her characters and I’m sure that includes Trey and Goldie and I’m taking Trey’s side on that one.

        As for this, I’m wondering if you’re not right about the theory that they haven’t touched James’ program because he’s Allen’s husband. Which should get them fired frankly. They’re accusing Christian of bias while being biased themselves and that can be detrimental. This is his baby and it’s time to lay down the law and lay it down hard. I’m just waiting for the asshole. Because I really want to see him. I just hope they remember, they’re the ones that called down the thunder. 😏

      • @Ash, I don’t really mind that people take sides. I just don’t like for people to disrespect my characters. You know how people can get.
        😉

      • Steph says:

        This is the first time I have left a comment, but I couldn’t let this chapter go! I totally agree with you on the conspiracies, falala. SOMEthing is up between Ros and Lorenz. Secret looks between #2 & #3? Nope. Not gonna put up with it. Christian needs to lay down the law, fiercely and quickly. I absolutely cannot wait to see what he does. I’ve been missing that Christian.

    • Dee says:

      Totally agree with absolutely everything you said, Amen and Amen!

  21. Valarie Mathis says:

    Hey what canI say, I read the last 3 chapters together, so I can have a better reading experience and it was awesome. It was great reading back to back chapters. Goddess, you are a writing Rock Star. I could not wait for the next chapter. Thank You So Much for sharing your talents.

    There is 52 cards in a deck, minus the 2 jokers. There is no card that can really trump a King and Queen except the Ace, and that is only useful if you have a pair. So Live King Christian and Queen Anastasia! All the rest is just to play along.

    Looking Forward to future chapters BG, you rock. ❤

  22. Junebride says:

    They wanted the a**hole, well, their wish will come true. Hope he comes back with a vengeance! It’s bad enough they disrespect the other half owner, but disrespect his wife!! Not acceptable!!

    What Ash said about ignoring James’ program because he’s Allen’s husband sounds quite possible. They should all beware, GEH is Christian’s baby and his alone (well now Ana’s also), but they have no right to judge Christian’s decisions or actions. All hell is going to break loose now. They wanted it? They’ll get it!!

    Can’t wait, this gets better and better…

  23. Stuart says:

    Damn! I’ve been away and here’s BG in all her glory!!

    I must admit I was starting to have withdrawal symptoms, I am glad I got to read 2-3 chapters together and it was such a joy!

    Umm.. I’m not sure how but I do understand where Grace comes from. Sometimes you have this tunnel vision and don’t really mean harm to others but you end up doing more harm than good. I think that’s what she did. I think Ana will take time to trust Grace again but I also think that if there’s anyone who can put an event like this past herself, its Ana! She seems to be those kind of people – ever-loving and forgiving ❤

    Christian dude! He needs to find a way to be both the assh*le he was and the loving man he's turning into. There's no other way. Sometimes, people are so used to working with assh*les as bosses, they can't and won't respect great bosses. That's such a shame because if you have a good fellow at the helm, its gotta make you feel more obliged to work well. From what I understand from your story and the one written by the original author, he pays quite damn handsomely. Also, he's turning into this person who respects you for what you bring to the company. That's more than anything you need to have a great professional life!!

    Also, Ros. What the hell was she thinking! I would have thought, even if others try and doubt Christian, she will always be the one who trusts him implicitly not to make a wrong decision for anyone! I feel a little betrayed and a little sad for Christian. Its bad enough that he has to project the assh*le to the bad guys. But to have to do so to someone who's been there from the start of his company, that would hurt. Does she have some valid reason? Did we misunderstand? Does she feel guilty? It happens sometimes right? We doubt someone we've known for ages and when they hurt because of knowing that, suddenly we realize what a fucked up doubt we had and almost spoiled a relationship of a lifetime! I hope she comes back to her senses.

  24. Laurene Badon says:

    What do you think is the best song that best describes Christian and Ana’s realtionship?

    • That’s a really good question. At first it was “Love All The Hurt Away,” but they’ve evolved and are still evolving. So with everything that they’ve gone through, I would really have to give that some thought at this point.

  25. falalalynx says:

    Happy 4th of July everyone!

    My Goddess did you feel the Cali earthquake?
    How goes your studying?
    I miss you muchly. grin My world is just a bit more dark without your sunshine.
    This is my first 4th without a puppy love to hold in my arms and comfort about the fireworks. Odd the things that make me miss her so.
    I’m looking forward to your return to us. You are a bright spot in my fun.
    Peace, Falala

    • I did feel the earthquake. It actually made me quite ill and halted my studying. 😦

      • falalalynx says:

        Oh Goddess,

        It’s like sea sickness only worse. And with all the aftershocks it wasn’t over when it was over. Sorry to say this could go on for some time. sigh You must be very sensitive. grin But we already know this. I know when I moved to Anchorage we had an earthquake shortly after we arrived and for weeks after we had aftershocks. I was using my sea legs at times. And it won’t help to look at the horizon because it very well could be moving too. You have my sympathies. I’d say get out of the house but then it’s Vegas and July and you’d melt like a popsicle. I hope this passes soon. Thinking of you dearling. xoxoxoxoxo Peace, Falala

  26. Junebride says:

    Hope everyone that felt that earthquake is doing fine, along with their families. To me that would be a scary thing to experience. Thinking of you Goddess, miss you. Hope your studies are coming along and wish you success in your endeavors.

    Vegas in the summer? You can fry an egg outside on the pavement!! Only thing, no humidity. Haven’t been there since December 2011, our last trip there before my hubby took ill. We used to go quite often.

    Hope you all had a wonderful 4th of July with your families and friends.

    • I walked outside to get some sunshine in my bare feet and brought my ass right back in here! That concrete nearly set my soul on fire!!!

      • falalalynx says:

        This is MOTHER Falala about to scold her favorite girl child.
        What in the world were you thinking? Where were your flip flops? I’m shaking my head here. Desert heat is easy to beat. You get wet. The rate of evaporation is so high it will send shivers down your spine. And you never leave home without an icey beverage. Clearly you have been studying too hard. You’re frying brain cells. I hope you have some aloe gel for the soles of your feet. sigh child child child. Love you dearling.
        Peace, Falala
        P.S. I found a new term of endearment, dearling, like it? grin I read it in a book. Not a book Falala! Yes a BOOK! lol

      • Yes, I like it.

        Charge my actions to exhausted brain cells. All I knew was that I needed sunshine, so I step outside for a minute or two to get some and it turned into a second or two…

      • falalalynx says:

        Hey Goddess,

        Are you still feeling the rock and roll? What’s it doing to Vegas? Is Meeko reacting? Take care. xoxoxoxoxo Peace, Falala

      • Yeah, we got hit again yesterday. It was worse than the day before. My wine glasses in my baker’s rack were clanking. Meeko didn’t really react to it.

      • falalalynx says:

        Oh no! You didn’t lose any did you? It’s funny about animals. Some go crazy and let you know something is going on. And others are oblivious. I wonder why that is. And it’s not just dogs. They said this 2nd one was 11x’s greater than the first. No loss of power? Cracks in the road? Be safe. xoxoxoxo Peace, Falala

      • No, all is well. It was just really scary for someone who’s not used to that kind of thing.

  27. Junebride says:

    Hope and pray all is well. Thinking of you. Be safe.

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