Compromising Positions

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As the only daughter, and child, of Christian and Anastasia (Ana, please!) Grey, my life has been anything but simple or easy. Though everyone loves to paint that picture of me, having a billionaire as your father can do that to you.

When I was 13 years old and I told my father that I wanted to go into business, he practically fell on his knees praising God. However, I never realized what that revelation would mean. Much to my mother's dismay, I had graduated high school at the age of 15 and had been shipped off to Princeton (much to my father's dismay, his steady push for Harvard lost to the glorious promises of his rival). By the age of 21, I had graduated with my masters and transferred to Duke for my doctorate (completed at 22). Now at the nice age of 24, I'm working for my father at Grey's Holding Inc., on the third floor, as a PA.

My father thought that this would be the way for me to learn how to climb the ladder. I'd agree with him but I've had this job since I was 18, on the other side of the continental US, if I haven't done any climbing by now then I'm SOL, as mother likes to say.

"Jennifer Davis' office, Adeline Grey speaking. How can I help you, today," I ask the ringing phone, in my client voice. It's just another call from Jennifer's husband. Sending him through, I continue typing up my official 2 weeks' notice and email my new boss, Ryder Williams of the Williams Company, to let him know that I'll take the VP position that was offered to me.

When my father finds out about my move, he's going to be livid. For one, I'm moving out of his company and away from his prying, spying and close watching, to somewhere untouchable, but what's really going to nail this one home is that I'm moving to be the VP of his biggest nemesis.

My phone rings yet again, sighing I look to see if the number is familiar, its my father. Exasperated, I reluctantly pick up.

"Hello Dad, what can I do for you?" I try for chipper and only get half-way, my voice dropping a little at the end upon hearing his huff of annoyance.

"Is that how your boss likes you to answer the phone?" Great, he's in a mood. Rolling my eyes, I can't help but to bite back, after all I am my father's daughter.

"I don't know, why don't you call back and see." With a huff I hang up on him and get back to work. Emailing my notice to Jennifer after giving her a heads up. My phone rings again.

"Jennifer Davis' office, Adeline Grey speaking. What can I do for you, now Daddy?"

"Oh, ho! I could get used to you calling me that, Della." Ugh, it was Luke.

"What are you doing using my fathers' phone, Daniels," I ask rolling my eyes. Honestly, this guy is such a piece of work

"I'm just calling to let you know that dear ole Daddy is on his way to tear you a new one after you hung up on him." Shit! He sounds so smug about it, too. I hear the bustle of people moving around in a hurry, I look up to see him rounding the corner. Double shit!

"Thanks, Daniels. He's here, I got to go." Hanging up, I stand and straighten my gray pencil skirt and prepare for The Wrath (the name courtesy of mom).

Dad's cool gray eyes look at me scornfully, the animosity pouring off him in waves. The whole office is silent, he's always had a way of commanding attention that way.

"You, in my office now. Let's go."

I almost wished he would have yelled it at me, instead of that harsh unhurried whisper. Reluctantly, I pick up my notebook and pen and fall behind him to the elevator. I keep my head up and walk steadily in my Louboutin's. Even managing to shoot an encouraging smile towards Jennifer, who popped her head out of her office as we walk by.