t’s
good. Mr. Grey has an eclectic taste in music. I wander
back, listening to a classical piece, Fantasia on a Theme
of Thomas Tallis by Vaughn Williams. Oh, Fifty has a
sense of humor, and I love him for it. Will this stupid grin
ever lea一ve my face?
The afternoon drags. I decide, in an unguarded
moment, to e-mail Christian.
From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: Bored . . .
Date: June 10, 2011 16:05
To: Christian Grey
To: Christian Grey
Twiddling my thumbs.
How are you?
What are you doing?
Anastasia Steele
Assistant to Jack Hyde, Commissioning Editor, SIP
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Your thumbs
Date: June 10, 2011 16:15
To: Anastasia Steele
You should ha一ve come to work for me.
You wouldn’t be twiddling your thumbs.
I am sure I could put them to better use.
In fact I can think of a number of options . . .
I am doing the usual humdrum mergers and acquisitions.
It’s all very dry.
Your e-mails at SIP are monitored.
Christian Grey
Distracted CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
Oh shit. I had no idea. How the hell does he know? I
scowl at the screen and quickly check the e-mails we’ve
scowl at the screen and quickly check the e-mails we’ve
sent, deleting them as I do.
Promptly at five thirty, Jack is at my desk. It is Dressdown
Friday so he’s wearing jeans and a black shirt. He
looks very casual.
“Drink, Ana? We usually like to go for a quick one at
the bar across the street.”
“We?” I ask, hopeful.
“Yeah, most of us go . . . you coming?”
For some unknown reason, which I don’t want to
examine too closely, relief floods through me.
“I’d love to. What’s the bar called?”
“50s.”
“You’re kidding.”
He looks at me oddly. “No. Some significance for
you?”
“No, sorry. I’ll join you over there.”
“What would you like to drink?”
“A beer please.”
“Cool.”
I make my way to the powder room and e-mail
Christian from the Blackberry.
From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: You’ll Fit Right In
Date: June 10, 2011 17:36
To: Christian Grey
We are going to a bar called Fifty’s.
The rich seam of humor that
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