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Taylor would never interrupt a meeting without good cause.
"A word, Mr. Grey," he says quietly, entering the conference room. His jaw is clenched, his fists are clenched, and his whole body is radiating tension. I excuse myself from the business contacts I'm renewing in Georgia.
"What's going on? Has something happened to Miss Steele?" My first thought is that the surveillance team has reported a problem.
"No, sir. I got a call from Gail... Mrs. Jones. She was calling from the Harborview Medical Center. There was an incident..."
"What do you mean an incident? What kind of a fucking incident? Has Mrs. Jones had an accident or something?"
"No, she's okay, but she had a visitor. A former acquaintance of yours, sir. Leila Williams?"
"What about Miss Williams?"
"She broke into the penthouse." I see Taylor's expression harden. "Miss Williams insisted on seeing you. Mrs. Jones tried to explain that you were on a business trip but she started screaming and shouting," Taylor cleared his throat. "Something about Master having another..."
"I get the picture," I snap.
"She produced a razor blade and slashed her wrists before Mrs. Jones knocked the blade from her hand and bound her open wounds." I can see Taylor is affected by the horror scenario that unfolded in my penthouse. "Sorry sir, I should have reviewed the security systems to prevent a break in from someone we know."
"We'll get to the bottom of all that later. How bad were the injuries?"
"Mrs. Jones is unharmed but she administered first aid on Miss Williams before taking her to the hospital. The cuts on both wrists have been stitched and bandaged but Miss Williams is waiting to be assessed by a shrink, but she's still asking for you, sir."
"What the hell is the matter with the woman? I haven't seen her in what, three years? How is Mrs. Jones dealing with what happened?"
"Understandably shaken. She'll stay with Miss Williams until we know more about her mental state."
"Call Hilton Head. We're heading back as soon as they ready the plane," I bark at Taylor. What started out as one of the best days of my life when I took my latest submissive Ana soaring, has become marred by disturbing news about a former submissive.
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Miss Leila Williams started out as pretty much the perfect submissive for me. She was beautiful, slim, athletic, pale skinned, brown haired type of young woman. She had huge, bourbon brown eyes, that made her stand out.
And I remember querying something at her selection interview.
"You don't seem to have marked anything down as either a soft or hard limit – is that an oversight on your part?" If it was, then she'd just ruled herself out – I don't appreciate sloppiness, or my time being wasted.
