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Post by mydogspa on Jul 1, 2015 19:29:53 GMT
Woohoo! I got one fan! Thanks, mink! Made my day. Yes, Yitzak is very special as he has to be smart enough to outwit and entrap the real spy while playing creepy Grey at the same time at the phony CIA front-company. The only thing I'm wondering is who is the master spy? Well that would be telling, wouldn't it? Could be an employee at GEH. (Ever notice how even the acronym for the company sounds like it's indifferent to the story?) Or a customer. Or a supplier. Or someone closer to Grey. Heck, it even could be Ana. You'll have to read it and find out, won't you? Oh drat. But that means I'll have to write it . . .
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Post by muskratthemink on Jul 1, 2015 20:38:59 GMT
The only thing I'm wondering is who is the master spy? Well that would be telling, wouldn't it? Could be an employee at GEH. (Ever notice how even the acronym for the company sounds like it's indifferent to the story?) Or a customer. Or a supplier. Or someone closer to Grey. Heck, it even could be Ana. You'll have to read it and find out, won't you? Oh drat. But that means I'll have to write it . . . I think even the side characters are indifferent toward the story... I'm just gonna say it's either Taylor or Grey's Housekeeper (can't get her name at the moment).
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Post by Natasja on Aug 1, 2015 16:23:15 GMT
Leila
Slashing my wrists in front of the Housekeeper wasn't my first choice of ways to get Christian Grey's attention, but we were desperate.
Christian was already following his latest obsession across the country, after only knowing her for a few days (impressive and worrying - it had taken at least ten days for the rest of us) and the Grey Industries servers were down for maintenance, so we couldn't fake a business emergency to distract him like we usually would. "We" is the collective of Christian Grey's former Submissives, or 'Sub Club', as Susannah likes to call us. The ones who wised up and got the heck out of dodge when we realised that someone with Grey's psychological issues was not someone you wanted to be playing BDSM with. The ones who realised that even though we had escaped, Grey would just find another vulnerable young girl to beat and manipulate. The ones who worked in the shadows, out of sight and out of mind, to protect the unfortunate girls who thought they had found a Byronic hero, only to discover that he was really Jack the Ripper.
I'm still not sure exactly how much of an exaggeration that is. The subs who threatened to go to the police when they found out he was taking photos without their consent went missing or died under some very unusual circumstances.
I obsess over stuff, especially stuff that makes me uncomfortable, like potential revenge porn, and a break-in would get Grey's attention. No-one gets to be a billionaire CEO at twenty-seven without a few shady dealings, even if they were adopted into an obscenely wealthy and well-connected family, and I wanted my records and naked pictures out of his hands. I wasn't thinking too clearly, I admit it. Fiona, Grey's first Submissive, is always saying that I need to actually plan things out, not jump at the first hint of an idea. She was a foster-system kid, who got involved with an eighteen-year-old Christian in the hopes of a sugar-daddy. She didn't have the emotional investment that the rest of us did. My husband had recently died in a car crash, on the way back from my 24-week appointment with the OB/GYN, a crash that also cost me my unborn baby. When Mrs Jones started making those soothing noises about how it wasn't healthy to be so possessive of another person, and being so... so motherly... I couldn't take it. I became hysterical, and it was all too much. I grabbed a knife and slashed my wrists, hoping that would be the end of it.
Of course, I'm not that lucky. It took a while to convince the Hospital to release me, but I couldn't give up. Susannah said that the latest obsession, Ana, is dumber than a post at spotting the warning signs of abuse, even though Grey has been waving more red flags than the annual Running of the Bulls. For her own safety, we have got to get that girl away from Mr Fifty-Shades-of-Fucked-Up.
Before it's too late.
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Post by rateltje on Sept 16, 2015 16:48:00 GMT
I figured I'd copy-paste this from the comment section.
Sometimes I hate my job. Ever since I took his breakfast order earlier, I have been dreading the moment that I would have to go upstairs and face him again. Thankfully, Lily is coming with me so I don’t have to face him alone. Neither of us feel safe going into his room alone.
I’m sure Christian Grey can charm the pants off people when he tries, but since I’m “just” a hotel employee, I am apparently not even worthy of any civilty.
“Did you hear that he brought a passed-out woman to his room last night?” Lily asks in a conspiratory whisper when the elevator doors have closed. My eyes widen, and I shake my head.
“I overheard Tim telling the new manager that he came in really late last night with some poor unconscious girl. His shift ended just after I came in, but he said wanted to make sure that someone checks if she’s okay before she leaves.”
“That’s so creepy! I hope she’s okay…” I shudder at the thought of what he may have done to her.
After the customary polite knock and “Room service!”, Lily and I bring the food into the room. We quickly make the table and lay out all the food. I hear the shower running in the bathroom, and feel relieved that the woman he brought to his room is no longer unconscious as least.
“Just call room service when you want the table cleared, sir,” I say, briefly meeting his eyes and forcing myself to smile at him politely. His eyes are so cold I’m sure they could stop global warming.
We leave the hotel room as quickly as we can without looking like we’re fleeing. I can only hope that he will have left by the time we have to clear the table.
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Post by ella on Sept 29, 2015 21:49:49 GMT
Mia's Friend, Lilly
This is one of those times I really feel bad for Mia for having to have all these crazy morons as her family. My parents run an IT consulting firm here in Seattle, and they were hired by Christian Grey in 2004 to fix the Y2K bug. My father tried to tell Mr. Grey that the Y2K bug is no longer a problem, but he wouldn't hear of it, and insisted that he hire my parents to fix his computers because he's got a super important job running a massive company and being rich, and he won't let the Y2K bug get in the way of that. No matter how many times they tried to explain that the Y2K bug doesn't exist anymore because it was 2004, he would just keep upping the price he was willing to pay. Both mom and dad resigned themselves to the fact that Mr. Grey was about owning people that he felt would increase his status. Most people just buy a fancy car they can't afford, or fill their lives with the latest and greatest gadgets; but not Mr. Grey, he has this obsessive need to own and control people and show them off so others will see how important he is.
My mother would come home after working in "Grey Hell Inc LLC MegaSuperEgoCorp" with unbelievable stories about his sheer stupidity. We all wondered how he managed to keep a company afloat, nevermind make billions for himself. Mom would always impersonate him and say things like "We should reroute code line 100 of the LAN server to the mainframe which will repair the HTML and clear the OS of any bugs and install a WYSIWYG portal onto every computer." I admittedly know little about computers, I have no interest in it like my parents, but even I know what he was saying was nothing but a bunch of jargony terms thrown together to make himself sound smart. And so my mother's impression of him never failed to give me the giggles, so everytime I saw him, I thought of her making fun of him, and I would just get the giggles. I was a Pavlov dog, consumed with uncontrollable fits of giggling whenever I saw him.
At least on the bright side, I did become friends with Mia, who is for the most part wonderful, but has also been bred in "Grey-isms," but everyone has their faults. My parents aren't super Zuckerberg rich, but we are comfortable; I can go to a nice school and have nice things. The Grey family is super invested in status, wealth and appearances; Mia is not as materialistically driven as the rest of the family, but I'm sure she sees me as her "poor friend." Which is why Mia's mother often goes out of way to invite me to their soiree's, they probably think they are doing their part to "help the poor".
So here I am, at Christian's birthday party, another event in a long line of "important" events that the Grey punctuate their lives with. When I see Christian walk in, all I can hear in my head is my mother miming "Blarg, Y2K, blabbity blah LAN bibble bibble HTML moneymoneymoney mine" and here come those giggles, which I try my best to suppress. He's comes over with his date, the woman who was all over at the last charity ball, and I try my hardest to keep the giggling to a minimum, but little bursts come out; and she gives me the stink eye and then tosses her nose up at me. I try to make small talk, but I'm sure I'm blushing and have a weird look on my face, we exchange pleasantries and they walk off, with the girlfriend giving me a look of "this guy is mine, and not yours ha ha ha!" Even Mia seems to have mistaken my miserable lack of giggle control as me being in love with this asshat. I'll have to pull her aside at some point and tell her that I have zero interest in Mr. BlahBiddyBah MoneyBags.
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