Paging Dr. Steele

Chapter 11-Skyrockets and Firecrackers

This is my story--a fanfic I started in 2013. The first draft can be found on Fanfiction. However, my current updates can be found at https://butterflysaga.wordpress.com/journey-of-miles/paging-dr-steele/ which is my personal website. I keep finding my story added to Wattpad by other writers and have decided that maybe, if I add it myself, they will stop doing it, so here goes...

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Chapter 11—Skyrockets and Firecrackers

GREY

"That's four... in one week, Ros. I'd say that's definitely a record." I raise my glass of champagne to my second in command.

"I'd say you were right." She raises her glass and we clink. "So, this stuff comes so easy for you. We've taken over four companies in one week... what the hell can you do to top that?"

I don't know if there's anything that I can do to top that. This shit gives me such a rush. One in a week is the rush from hell. Four in a week is fucking Nirvana!

"So, now you're sitting on top of the world, right?" Not quite, but I'm not going to tell her that.

"On top of the world," I lie, as I raise my glass again.

I've sent Ros back to her office before I open the right-side drawer of my desk where I keep Ana's file. I often look at the picture of this battered girl from more than 10 years ago to try to ascertain how someone could do this to another person. Our stories are similar in a lot of ways, but so different in others. I buzz Andrea to tell her to send Welch to my office again.

"Sir?" He has come in many times to find me gazing at this picture. I don't think it surprises him anymore.

"Is there any way to find out how this happened?" I ask my head of security.

"There's always a way, sir, but somebody has to want to talk. So far..."

"... Nobody's talking," I finish his sentence. I hand him the picture. "I've been looking at this for days, and I can't figure out what that is. Is that a burn?"

"Yes, sir, it is," he says flatly.

"What kind of burn is that?" Who does shit like this? What could this child have possibly done to bring something like this upon herself?

"I'm not completely sure. I can say for sure that it was deliberate, but because it's so... brutal... I can't see the bruising, so I can't tell what was used or how it was done." Granted, I was a toddler when I was tortured, but I can bet that my scars don't compare to the ones left by this injury.

"If you wanted to try to find out what happened and who did this, where would you start?" I don't know why I have to know who did this and why they did it, but I have to know. Welch shakes his head and holds up the picture.

"I'd start with her," he answers. I shake my head, too. That's definitely not going to happen.

"Grey," I answer my ringing desk phone.

"Sir, you have an unscheduled visitor in the lobby," Taylor's voice informs me.

"Get to the point, Taylor." There must be something up because Taylor knows that no one gets in to see me without an appointment.

"It's Dr. Steele, sir." Ana? Why is she here? This can't be good.

"Send her up." I end the call. "Would you like to see what she looks like now?" I say to Welch.