Disclaimer: Hey guys! Just informing you that I do not own any rights to Fifty Shades or any affiliates to Fifty Shades. Just LOVE the story and adding a remix! Hope you guys do to. This chapter seems more dejavu like but I'm leading it all into a complete new world wind for Christian and Ana. Hope you enjoy!

I woke up feeling like I got hit in the stomach with a bat. It's simple. Drive. Interview. Leave. Why do I always act this way? I have a battle with my self conscious every morning. I just hate, hate social interactions. I hate, hate, HATE public speaking and this is public speaking with an audience of one. Even more horrific, being judged by some old fart billionaire who wouldn't even take Kate's phone calls but only accepted after she probably left threatening voicemails.. or her dad called. Damn it Ana! Man up! Stop making excuses. Kate is sick, if you were in need she would turn to your aid, wouldn't she? Of course she would. How could I question our friendship. I've officially stepped over the boundaries of being selfish into a total bitch. Okay time to get out of bed and get this over with.

After my obnoxiously long shower, I get ready, I'm between "professional mature woman" or "young college student," I'm going to go with a mix of both. I find my black knee length flowy skirt and pair it with a light brown and teal sweater with my dark brown flats. That should do it, although it looks like I came out of something from ugly betty, I still managed to look like a professional college student if that were real and obviously with no sense of style. Wow! I need to get a grip. GET A GRIP ANA! It's an interview and I'm acting like I'm walking to the electric chair. Alright, courage. Set? On. Now to face the ultimate music.. seeing Kate. I'm very much not ready for her comments on how I'm "barely" running late, blah, blah, blah.. but I walk out because I must be a big girl.

"Hey Kate" I say with as much enthusiasm as I can muster up. She clearly disapproves with my outfit by the look on her face. It cannot be that bad, not everyone can wear Zac Posen to an interview. Okay, I need to get out of bitch mode fast before she goes into hers. That could last the next week. "Are you really going to wear that Ana?" No.. of course not Kate, I just came out so you could ask me that and I could say no. "Yes, I'm going to wear this. I don't want to look unprofessional." which she quickly retorted with a "Unprofessional is the least of your worries with that outfit. Go look in my closet I've actually set out the perfect and basic outfit for you. Classic pencil skirt and white blouse, can't go wrong." said Kate. "Kate, aren't I running late?" which she proceeded to instantly freak out as if I told her the test came back positive. Relax Kate O'Mighty! "I was only kidding Kate, Relax! If I leave in 10 minutes I'll be fine." She definitely wants to kill me but I don't care. I'm in total bitch mode and as much as I want to roll out of I can't. She told me 24 hours ago, 24.. gave me a list of papers with questions and guidelines to follow during an interview of Seattle's newest Billionaire. Nope. No pressure there for the biggest story our university has ever had. The joy! "Okay! I've got to go! Wish me luck on this." As I hurried to the door, I heard her yell "You won't need it Ana! Even in the horrendous outfit, you're gorgeous and he'll probably pay less attention to the interview and more on you! But please don't blow this!" Ha! Now I remember why I love her because even when I'm upset, she says something sweet.. then ends it with her typical Kate like self comment. I love her but I'm using my selfish bitch friend card and totally being an angry female right now.

The drive was uneventful besides being cut off by an older couple for apparently forgetting to turn my signal on. There is nothing like being given the bird by people who probably invented it. Oh my bitchy side is funny but I'm nervous. I'm alone now with my thoughts and this hour drive isn't doing much for me but making me think. What if I tell him Kate isn't coming and he sends me packing for such "unprofessionalism." I'll die mortified and Kate will die. Period. In my head I'm a lot more ballsy then in real life. I'm scared. Another confession. I just don't like to have long periods of discussion with people, especially men that I do not know. I knew I should have called Ray, he's probably the step-dad from heaven sent by beer carrying angels who wanted me cared for by someone slightly normal. He would have known what to say to get me relaxed. Now just to put on the radio and let my thoughts drift elsewhere, like how amazing it will be to finally graduate. I turn up the radio and Usher comes on, although at 745am the song "Dirty Dancer" is a bit much, it'll do. I know I'll be there soon, eyes on the road Ana. Eyes on the road.

I'm here. Thank you sweet baby Jesus! Yey! I'm actually slightly excited, I guess that's my nervous bug bouncing around just waiting to get this over with. It takes me years to find parking with all the "Reserved" this and "Reserved" that. I find parking and are soon on my way into a very tall and completely clear building yet I see very little inside. The architecture is incredible, it literally looks like fog has smoked up the windows. It's a beautiful shape that wraps around, almost like a twisted crinkle fry. My nervous bug has went from bouncing to hiding in a little corner shaking again. This is serious, the person I'm about to interview owns this enormous building and God only knows how my clumsy self will ruin this.

As I walk into the building into the first floor, I ask the very well dressed men in suits which almost look like body guards but are just security guards what floor Mr. Christian Grey is located on. "Do you have an appointment with Mr. Grey?" Cold. Whoa. As if I wasn't nervous already. I'm at this point of stuttering, I answer yes and they respond by telling to go up to the 21st floor. The elevator is something to literally speak about. You can see the outside as you ride up. I can't get over how beautiful this building is and how clear every is when you look out but how no one can see anything in. *BING* "You've reached the 21st Floor." The elevator speaks? Oh crap. Time to face the music once more.

She is gorgeous. The woman standing clear to my far right as I step out of the elevator. Holy cow. Is she real? There stands the most beautiful woman I might have ever seen. She has dark brown hair, almost black but you can tell it's natural. Everything about her is dark, her incredible tropical tan, her tall, lean and yet curvy physic. She looks like a supermodel but then again, with all his money he's probably got a 60 year old wife with 4 supermodel girlfriends. Okay. Ana. Turn bitch mode off. NOW! "Hello, may I help you?" said Seattle's most gorgeous woman. "Oh yes. I'm sorry. I have an appointment with Christian Grey. I mean Mr. Christian Grey." Well be informal. Good for you Steele! "Oh, really?" Um.. does she think I'm lying? I clearly should have wore what Kate laid out for me. "Yes. I'm here on behalf of Kate Kavanagh." "Oh yes! Here you are. I apologize. I'll inform him of your arrival. May I ask your name?" Ana Steele. Say it normally. "Annie Steele, I mean Ana Steele." No one except Ray calls me Annie. I didn't just do that. I didn't. What the hell was that? I'm mortified. "Thank you Ana." As she walked away. I sat on the leather white couch, I couldn't wait for this day to be over.

"Kate Kavanagh." Said a man's voice. As I turned I thought either Ms. Gorgeous didn't care to mention I'm not Kate or he just didn't care. Ugh. What an assho- oh my God. He is more gorgeous then her. This cannot be Christian Grey and I cannot be the unprofessional who is still sitting on the white leather couch with her big blues like I've never seen a person before. He is young. So young and so beautiful. Now I need to get up and talk. Get up and talk Ana. GET UP! ANA!