Miss Queen Meet Mr Grey

Chapter One

A/N: PLEASE READ: I don't own 50 Shades of Grey (book) or characters, and story line. I only own Shayla Queen, detective Queen and my own plot line. Also it will follow the original plot line mix up with my own plot.
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Chapter One

I glare at the paperwork of files on my desk as I straighten my working area. I groan as I put away the blue files away in my file cabinet. There was one more file laying on my desk as I saw the file that was label "Auction Party" in WA host by Mr. and Mrs Dr Grey. The Auction party started at 7:00pm and right now is 3:44pm. I sigh as I open the file once more and check that I was assigned for this interview since my boss told me either go to this Auction party or write a story about "Healthy choices". So I pick the auction party.

I guess I have to suck up my awful attitude i have with all rich people I meet.I have to be extra polite. Especially to the Grey family. The Grey family was like really rich. I only know that they have three kids. There names were Elliot, Christian, and Mia Grey. I close the file up and put it in my handbag as I walk out of my office. I went to the elevator and hit level 2L as I waited patiently for the ding. As I left the elevator I made outside and walked towards my red Chevy 2009 car as I climb in and turn the ignition on and made my way to pull out and drive smoothly on the road to my small complex apartment in Seattle.

I open my apartment door with my old looking key as I made into the hallway that Leeds to the living room. I put my bag down on the coffee table. I walked over to the couch and slump down on it. I relax and lay my legs on the table as I look up at the wall in front of me and saw the time.

"Shit" I mutter. As I saw the time. 4:39pm. Two more hours left to the auction party starts.

I went to my bedroom and went to my closet and took out a grey cocktail dress and black heels. I went to open my dresser and open the top drawer that was fill with my under garments. I took out a black laced panties and a white deign bra. I made my way to my bathroom and I turn on the shower and strip of my clothing I was wearing. I step in the hot box of shower that was poring over my back and head. As I clean myself and scrub my hair. I turn off the shower and took a towel to dry myself off.

I must not go with wet hair. I attempt to use a blow dryer my hair and it took about another 15 minutes. As I put on my panties and bra on, and pull over the cocktail grey dress over my head. I straighten the dress and use my hand to brush through my hair. I grab my hair brush and brush it thoroughly. I went out of the bathroom and turn off the light as I sat down on my bed and put my black heels on. As I stand up I grab my clutch and my reporter card that goes around my neck as I pull on a white jacket over my shoulders. I then check my self in the mirror and grab a quick light pink lipgloss and mascara on. I then grab my car keys and locked up my apartment door an made my way down stairs to my parked car.

As I made to the rich side of Washington near of the big house size of rich people get out of their expensive cars. I park my Chevy and climbed out and lock my car. I walked up to the people wait to be check in by the man who has a list of names. As I waited my turn was next.

"Name?" He asked me as he raise his pen to wit for my name.

"Shayla. Shay Queen. I'm the interviewer from Washington post." I said to him as I show him my press card. He check my name and hand me a card that said "press interviewer" on it. I walked inside and saw people filling up the tables and saw people standing up near the bar and just talking or should I say socializing. I made myself go up to the bar and waited for the bartender to tended to finish waited for his other customers to tend to me.

"Hello what kind of drink you like?" The bartender ask me.

"Red wine."

He smiled and made me a glass.
"Here you go." I say thank you and he left to tend to another customer.

As I sip my red wine I saw a young women wearing a blue sweetheart flowing dress as she made her way up to me.

"Who are you? Never seen you before?" She said snobby way. I groan and turn to face her.

"I'm the interviewer to interview the hostesses Mr and Mrs Dr Grey." I said calmly.

"Oh you the press. I thought they said no press can come in. It's suppose to be a private party."

"It is, but I'm a exception to it. Since they asked for a interview with our company." I said irritably.

The women scoffed and left my side as she made it to a table fill with skinny women with heavy make up. I glare at that table and turn around to my glass of red wine. As I made my way to stand I took my drink and turn around and I suddenly trip over my clumsily feet and spilled my drink on to someone walking behind me.

I then heard someone said" fuck." As he glance at his Armani grey suit that was stained with red wine on his chest. I was still laying on my knees as I made my way up quickly and fumble with something to say. As I glance up at his face I stop and stare at his young, handsome, and beautiful face. Damn someone that hot looking shouldn't even existed.

"I'm so sorry. It was a accident" I nervously mutter out loud as he glare at me intimidatingly. I gulp as I fumble with my fingers to hold my empty glass. The man soften his eyes and eyed me from head to toe. I shuffled under his hard stare that I was under his penetrating grey eyes that was on me.

"It's fine." He mutter. Then he looked at me again. "Excuse me." He said and he turn around and made his way up to the stairs. I felt so embarrass and vulnerable by his stare. As I turn and put my empty glass on the bar table and made my away from the cold, hard stared that people saw from their tables.

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After the small incident I had with the penetrating grey eyes man. I got ready to set up with my interview with the Grey married couple who were the hostesses. As time came for it to started. I took out my questions sheet and lay it on the brown, smooth table that I sat down on a L shape white couch. I then saw Mr and Mrs Dr Grey came forward towards me.

"Hello Mr and Mrs Grey. I'm Shayla Queen. I'm the Washington Post reporter." Mr Grey came closer as his gaze grow curious and intent. I stiffened as I felt my pulse quicken with his scrutiny.

"I don't believe that. You look very young. I'm impressed of how young the WA post have young employees." He said. He extended his hand out for me to shake. I stand up and shake his hand.

"Thank you. I'm twenty One." I swallowed hard, remembering my professional role I need to be in.

"Let's start shall we?" I smiled faintly at them. As we say down to start the interview.

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As we got to the end of the interview I was interrupted by someone's voice saying 'mom.'
I turn around to look at the interrupter and I swallowed hard and felt my hands shake and they became clammy with sweat as I nervously stand as Mrs Grey kiss her son cheek as he did in return.

"Christian this is Miss Queen. Shayla Queen. She is the interviewer for the WA post we asked for." Mrs Grey inform Christian. Christian's eyes fell on to me. I blush in embarrassment remembering my incident that I had when I spilled my drink clumsily on him.

Christian's lips curled into a faint smirk as he said to his parents whiling looking at me. "We meet." He told them as he gaze at me with his intimidating impassive stare.

"Really where?" Mr Grey speak up and glance at his son.

"At the bar." Was Christian response. "The guests are awaited for their hostesses back." He told them as he step a little closer towards me.

"We'll I guess we should be going. Christian do us a favor since we can't show Miss Queen around will you." Mrs. Dr Grey said as she clutches her husband's hand as they both left the room to tended with their guests.

I was left alone with Christian Grey. Their adopted son that I heard from my editor.

Christian lips turn into a fainted ghost of a smile. "Miss Queen. We meet again."

I smiled faintly at him. "Mr Grey." I said sweetly. Trying to avoid the awkwardness I felt right now.

Damn I think I'm in trouble right now.