I stay an hour, maybe even less at Jose's show before I need to leave. Standing quietly in the corner clearly isn't keeping the people away. Everyone wants to talk to me, ask me questions and I hate it.
And I hate those pictures… I think angrily.
I have spent most of the night studying them from afar. They're quite large and very invasive. And someone, or worse, multiple people have bought them. I shudder at the mere thought.
I scan the crowd looking for Jose and find him surround by a group of females. Jose the ladies man, whoever would have thought? I think stunned as I shake my head clear and make my way over.
"Ana." I internally cringe at the way Jose's eye light up as I approach.
"Jose. I'm heading off, I have work tomorrow and it's a long drive back." I say quietly.
"Thanks for coming Ana. How'd you like the pictures?" He asks nervously.
"I don't know what to think Jose." I say honestly because it's the truth.
"I wish you had of asked me." I sigh and he looks apologetic.
"Ana I'm sorry." He whines and I give him a tight smile.
"Well nothing can be done now. Do you know who the buyer, or buyers are?" I ask hoping I might be able to offer them something in return of the pictures.
"All I know was that the buyer bought them all, I am really sorry Ana." I sigh in misery and give Jose another small smile before hugging him goodbye.
"Congratulations on your show, enjoy it."
"Thanks Ana, speak to you soon?" He asks hopefully and I nod in agreement.
"Sure, if you ever come down to Seattle let me know, we'll go out for drinks, with Kate too." I say and he grins.
"Sounds great Ana, drive safely." He adds before he's whisked away again.
I ignore the stares as I make my way out of the building only breathing in relief once the door shuts firmly behind me.
What a night. I think to myself and my subconscious nods in full agreement.
I feel drained as I walk towards Kate's SVU. It's that bone deep tiredness that just seeps right into you. I mentally berate myself as I glare at the offending vehicle. I should never have driven here on my own.
'But then who else would you have brought stupid? You don't have anyone.' My subconscious glares at me over the tops of her half-moon glasses.
Christian could have taken you. My inner goddess wakes at the name and all but purrs at the thought.
Shaking my head I dismiss the thought as I crawl up into the car.
It was late by the time I arrived back at the apartment. I'm emotionally drained, physically drained and mentally drained. The thought of getting up for work in less than six hours makes me cringe but I suck it up just enough to get changed into my PJ's and roll into bed with my Charlie Tango balloon.
I'm so drained tears don't even come tonight but I can't sleep either, that would be too easy.
"Good morning Ana." Claire smiles brightly at me as I enter the building. I give her a small smile as I slip my shades off and immediately her smile slips.
"Rough night?" She guesses and I just nod once in response.
"Morning Ana. Are you feeling okay?" Jack asks me immediately, a frown cementing itself onto his face as he looks me up and down.
"I'm fine, just a late night Jack. What am I doing today?" I ask trying to catch him off topic.
"Oh right, I need you to file all of these," Handing me one pile. "and read through the first three chapters of these." He says handing me another pile.
"Right I'll get right on it." I smile stiffly as I sink into my seat.
I boot up my computer and while I'm waiting I start the filing. It's mind numbing work but I'm thankful for the emotional break it gives me.
Immediately my email pings and I fill with dread as I stare at my screen. Pulling my emails up I glare at the offending email. It's from Christian and I cringe as my imagination runs wild at all the things it might say.
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Enough is enough
Date: June 10 2011, 08:35
To: Anastasia Steele
Anastasia,
Since you won't answer my calls, my texts or my emails I'm coming to you.
Christian Grey
Pissed off CEO, Grey Enterprises
Texts? Calls? Oh shit.
Immediately I reach for my phone, finding it stuffed in the bottom of my purse, low battery, but with ten missed calls and three unread messages.
Ana please at least tell me you got home safe
Call me
Anastasia, for the love of god CALL ME! NOW!
"Oh shit." I mutter.
"Yes, I think that would be an adequate response but I could think of a better one." An all too familiar drawl ran over me causing my heart to thump wildly in my chest while the rest of me froze in fright.
"Christian."
And I hate those pictures… I think angrily.
I have spent most of the night studying them from afar. They're quite large and very invasive. And someone, or worse, multiple people have bought them. I shudder at the mere thought.
I scan the crowd looking for Jose and find him surround by a group of females. Jose the ladies man, whoever would have thought? I think stunned as I shake my head clear and make my way over.
"Ana." I internally cringe at the way Jose's eye light up as I approach.
"Jose. I'm heading off, I have work tomorrow and it's a long drive back." I say quietly.
"Thanks for coming Ana. How'd you like the pictures?" He asks nervously.
"I don't know what to think Jose." I say honestly because it's the truth.
"I wish you had of asked me." I sigh and he looks apologetic.
"Ana I'm sorry." He whines and I give him a tight smile.
"Well nothing can be done now. Do you know who the buyer, or buyers are?" I ask hoping I might be able to offer them something in return of the pictures.
"All I know was that the buyer bought them all, I am really sorry Ana." I sigh in misery and give Jose another small smile before hugging him goodbye.
"Congratulations on your show, enjoy it."
"Thanks Ana, speak to you soon?" He asks hopefully and I nod in agreement.
"Sure, if you ever come down to Seattle let me know, we'll go out for drinks, with Kate too." I say and he grins.
"Sounds great Ana, drive safely." He adds before he's whisked away again.
I ignore the stares as I make my way out of the building only breathing in relief once the door shuts firmly behind me.
What a night. I think to myself and my subconscious nods in full agreement.
I feel drained as I walk towards Kate's SVU. It's that bone deep tiredness that just seeps right into you. I mentally berate myself as I glare at the offending vehicle. I should never have driven here on my own.
'But then who else would you have brought stupid? You don't have anyone.' My subconscious glares at me over the tops of her half-moon glasses.
Christian could have taken you. My inner goddess wakes at the name and all but purrs at the thought.
Shaking my head I dismiss the thought as I crawl up into the car.
It was late by the time I arrived back at the apartment. I'm emotionally drained, physically drained and mentally drained. The thought of getting up for work in less than six hours makes me cringe but I suck it up just enough to get changed into my PJ's and roll into bed with my Charlie Tango balloon.
I'm so drained tears don't even come tonight but I can't sleep either, that would be too easy.
"Good morning Ana." Claire smiles brightly at me as I enter the building. I give her a small smile as I slip my shades off and immediately her smile slips.
"Rough night?" She guesses and I just nod once in response.
"Morning Ana. Are you feeling okay?" Jack asks me immediately, a frown cementing itself onto his face as he looks me up and down.
"I'm fine, just a late night Jack. What am I doing today?" I ask trying to catch him off topic.
"Oh right, I need you to file all of these," Handing me one pile. "and read through the first three chapters of these." He says handing me another pile.
"Right I'll get right on it." I smile stiffly as I sink into my seat.
I boot up my computer and while I'm waiting I start the filing. It's mind numbing work but I'm thankful for the emotional break it gives me.
Immediately my email pings and I fill with dread as I stare at my screen. Pulling my emails up I glare at the offending email. It's from Christian and I cringe as my imagination runs wild at all the things it might say.
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Enough is enough
Date: June 10 2011, 08:35
To: Anastasia Steele
Anastasia,
Since you won't answer my calls, my texts or my emails I'm coming to you.
Christian Grey
Pissed off CEO, Grey Enterprises
Texts? Calls? Oh shit.
Immediately I reach for my phone, finding it stuffed in the bottom of my purse, low battery, but with ten missed calls and three unread messages.
Ana please at least tell me you got home safe
Call me
Anastasia, for the love of god CALL ME! NOW!
"Oh shit." I mutter.
"Yes, I think that would be an adequate response but I could think of a better one." An all too familiar drawl ran over me causing my heart to thump wildly in my chest while the rest of me froze in fright.
"Christian."