I take long strides to her, "Miss Steele," I say reaching for the young woman that is blushing crimson. She gazes at me so intently that her mouth falls open. I hesitate for a hundredth of a second recognising that face.

Katherine Kavanagh set a honey trap to tantalise me with long, auburn hair held back in a single pony tail, full lips, long legs, slim, cream flawless body covered up in a multi-coloured top, a blue button up sweater and blue short skirt. How fortuitous it is that Elena arranged for me to have a new submissive. The honey trap will come up empty.

I offer her my hand. She places a warm, delicate, silk soft, hand in mine. "I'm Christian Grey. Are you all right?"

"Urm...Yes, I'm sorry..." she looks up at me in surprise with eyes that shimmer reflecting the clear blue sky from the floor to ceiling windows. She reaches for her bag and starts to replace items that fell out, a dicta-phone, writing pad and lip gloss. When Miss Steele has retrieved her belongings from the floor, I help her up.

"Thank you Mr. Grey," her voice sounds choked. She bends to rub her sore knees, then self consciously straightens back up. "I hope you don't mind a substitute doing the interview for Katherine Kavanagh," she withdraws her slim delicate hand from mine ending our brief physical contact.

Her eyes dilate in a sexual response to our brief contact.

"Not at all," I reply drily. Where have I seen her before?

I turn to my first Personal Executive who is standing at the double doors. "Thank you Andrea. Miss Steele survived her dramatic entrance." I tap at my watch, signalling Andrea to return in nine minutes.

I turn to Miss Steele, "Are you studying journalism at Washington State with Miss Kavanagh?"

"Not journalism, English literature."

"We have ten minutes, before I have to leave for my next appointment," I gesture to one of two white single leather seats opposite my imposing mahogany table.

As she sinks into the seat, Anastasia Steele's face lights up, mesmerised by the Seattle's sky line beyond the floor to ceiling windows. She turns to look around my office. Her gaze lingers on the back wall that has a series of paintings arranged in groups of four.

I move to the imposing mahogany desk with shiny steel appendages that match the mahogany double doors with steel handles to my office. My hand traces the desk feeling the duality of the material, warm wood contrasting cold steel.

I open the lid of my laptop, type in my password and click on video footage of the two students tagged the building of the agricultural faculty at Washington State where I'm funding two R&D projects. The video footage is obscure but one of the four individuals looks like the young woman in front of me. I access the storage drive from the main reception where Miss Steele consented to have her photograph taken for a visitors pass. She volunteered basic personal and contact information in relation to the interview. I run the image in the video footage and her photograph at reception against facial recognition software.

Within a minute the facial search result confirms that Anastasia Steele is the person who stumbled holding spray cans last weekend at the Agricultural faculty. The fall pulled back the hood exposing her face to security cameras at the campus.

If tagging the building was an act of protest, I brace for a hostile interview. I email the facial recognition software results to Bill Welch, Private Investigator and former cop. I request a detailed background check on Miss Anastasia Steele. Contemplative, my fingers reach up to my lips.

Her gaze returns to paintings on the back wall. "Rob Gonsalves is a masterful modern surrealist, isn't he? His paintings encourage the eye to look past face value, into the depths of people and nature," she observes.

Conscious of her powers of observation, I wonder how much personal information she's gleaning from my enormous, spartan, exceptionally clean, corner office. Miss Steele is using this interview to analyse the man beneath the grey, ten thousand dollar, Amani suit. The dangerous beast under my skin is camouflaged in this setting.

"Before you came in, I was pondering the height of those sky scrapers, and trees of similar height and width half an hours' drive from here. Gonsalves' surreal paintings seamlessly juxtapose man made construction with nature."

"Do you appreciate surrealist painter, Salvador Dalí too? He delved into the psychology of dream imagery, ancient mythology and modern science. Pure genius on canvas," her eyes linger over a floor to ceiling book case and plants dotted around my office.

"I agree. A business partner introduced me his greatest work, 'The Persistence of Memory'. His interpretation of the relativity of space and time."

Dalí's creative genius came from believing in the fluidity of time, in reincarnation, not to mention the decades long passionate and complicated relationship with his muse Gala, whom he constantly feared would abandon him. There's a great deal about Dalí's life that I identify with. Impatient, I look at my watch.

As if remembering why she's here, Miss Steele fishes into her handbag and produces a paper notepad and dictaphone that she balances on her thighs. The notepad slips from her fingers. As she is retrieving it, she drops the dictaphone. She picks the dictaphone with finality and clicks the record button. The solid red light means everything we say from now is on the record. Her face floods with colour when she catches me watching her awkward preparation process.

"I apologise Mr. Grey, conducting an interview is...is a first for me. How do you feel about my recording this?"

"You've gone to the trouble of retrieving your dictaphone setting it up and pressing that record button. Having raised no objections, you can surmise I'm okay with the interview being recorded."

"Were you sent background information for this interview?"

I nod affirmatively, "I'm conferring degrees to students graduating this year. This interview is for the graduation edition of the student newspaper."

Anastasia Steele's face registers astonishment. She stares at the floor, a long dark lock of hair strays to her face. She tucks it behind her ear. "Kate Kavanagh prepared some questions for you Mr. Grey."

"I expected she would," I reply bracing myself for what the tenacious student journalist comes up with.

Anastasia Steele straightens up on the chair opposite me. "You are one of the most successful US businessmen under the age of thirty. You made Fortune's forty under forty list. Technology billionaire, entrepreneur, philanthropist, founder and CEO of Grey Enterprises; to what do you owe this meteoric success?" She glances up expectantly.

I expected originality from Miss Kavanagh or keen observer Miss Steele who apart from engaging in student protest through antisocial property tagging appreciates art.

"The success of Grey Enterprises is people, those who work for me, the communities in which I work and those I do business with. Like an ecosystem, aiming for more interconnectivity ensures I engineer, manufacture or construct high quality products and innovative, ecologically friendly infrastructure for communities where I do business."

"Could you unpack that response further?"

"I studied economics, a social science that focuses on human behaviour and interactions. My success is attributed to two things, having cutting edge ideas that empower people meet the demands of a twenty first century world and being good at reading people. I can assess what makes a person tick, what doesn't, what inspires or incentivises them. I have an exceptional team of experts heading each project and every employee's remuneration package, benefits and profit share is significantly higher than my competitors."

"Is the success down to your team of experts rather than you the individual?"

"I think of myself as a choreographer, I create the vision and realise it through mastering every detail and directing a show that dominates our share of the market with services, products, infrastructure consumers think of as the yardstick of excellence. The bottom line is having the best people and not settling for anything but the best. Every person here contributes to corporate success."

"You could be riding on the success of pioneering technology entrepreneurs like Bill Gates, Steve Jobs, Mark Zuckerberg. Maybe you're just lucky."

"Mark Zuckerberg and I are more or less the same age, we attended Harvard at the same time and launched our companies the same year. Lucky? There may be an element of that...but I don't subscribe to a philosophy of luck, destiny or the randomness of chance Miss Steele. Grey Enterprises has launched hundreds of different projects, venture capitalists, accountants, economists, econometricians and other financiers, would have difficulty making a case for someone being lucky as often as I have over several years. Working hard to produce innovative ideas, mastering expertise that delivers high quality services, products, infrastructure every single time beats luck any day."

"You're a control freak?" she giggles.

"CEOs are accountable for corporations they spearhead. I exercise control in all things, Miss Steele," I smile reaching for a container of wet wipes, clean my hands, dispose of the tissues in the trash can under my mahogany desk, then interlock my fingers. "Let's face it, success and profit margins of several billion US dollars gives an individual or corporation immense power."

"You think that you wield immense power," she asks eyes flashing as if I have admitted to having a narcissistic personality disorder.

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October, 8, 2016