This is a little December treat for my readers.

I will be updating this daily at about 10 am (GMT+2) until the 24th.

Comments, reviews and guesses are welcome :)

Enjoy!

The clear stainless steel doors of the elevator slide open, and I find myself having a minor panic attack. My hands are sweating, my pulse is racing. I take a quick look at my frightened image in the mirror and swallow. Get yourself together, you can do this, Ana. I step out of the elevator onto the top floor.

Walking across the vast white office, I look at the impeccably dressed blondes behind the desks. I think back to my job interview, and if the fact that all women I met were blondes seemed odd then, it seems even more so now. Someone must have breached protocol when hiring me, or maybe I missed the small print, there must be a clause about allowed hair colors in there somewhere. I suppress the urge to laugh as the blondes look up in sync, their perfectly manicured fingers tapping away on the keyboard without missing a beat.

"Good morning Ms. Steele. I'm Andrea and you will be working with me." One of the blondes stands and greets me.

"Good morning. Call me Ana, please." I shake her hand, hoping that my hands are not clammy. I glance down at our joined hands and swallow my groan. I should've had a manicure before starting here. Well, at leastI'm dressed accordingly in a stylish knitted cardigan and a dark blue pencil skirt, thanks to Kate's insistenceto use her wardrobe.

"Mr. Grey is quite strict with protocol. Can we compromise on Anastasia?" Andrea suggests.

"Sure," I answer with a fake smile. I'll roll my eyes later.

"Follow me, please," she says, and takes off walking towards the crossing hallway.

All I can think of, as I walk behind her, is the fact, that the one thing more annoying than being called Ms. Steele, is actually being called by my whole name. But hey, they sign my paycheck, so they can call me whatever they want. Just... Why couldn't mom name me something normal? Like Anne, Annie, Stacy... or even Mary? But no. Ah-nah-sta-si-ya. Ugh.

We pass a man sitting by a desk, obviously having some issues with the computer, judging by the frown on his face. He shoves up his glasses onto his brown hair and rubs his eyes. He's definitely not blond. Maybe the clause only applies to women?

Andrea leads me into a conference room and asks me to take a seat. I pull out the chair closest to the front, place my bag on the next and sit. Oh, a comfortable conference room chair, that's a first.

"No! Not in that chair." She snaps, making me jump up like the chair was on fire.

"Oh. Um. Is this one okay?" I put my hand on the chair with my bag.

"Yes, that one's fine." Andrea's plastered-on smile returns. With sharp efficiency she places her laptop on the table, and switches the image to the big screen while dimming the lights. I shove my bag to the floor and sit.

"I'll leave you to watch this, and if you have any questions I'll be happy to answer them later on." Andrea says and closes the door behind her. I sigh, relieved to be left alone for a moment, but my nerves are still acting up. Of course I had to sit in the wrong chair, maybe it's an unwritten rule? Less than fifteen minutes into the first day of my internship, and I already feel like a failure.

I lean back in my chair and look up towards the screen as a stylish black and white video, introducing me to the world of Grey Enterprises Holdings, starts running.

There's a Pinterest board made for this, each day's post has a picture too.

pinterest dot com slash mrshff slash xmas-calendar