I could mine from this is endless.
I look forward to seeing you there, Mr. Grey.
A x
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Hazards
Date: June 10, 2011 17:38
To: Anastasia Steele
Mining is a very, very dangerous occupation.
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: Hazards?
Date: June 10, 2011 17:40
To: Christian Grey
And your point is?
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Merely . . .
Date: June 10, 2011 17:42
To: Anastasia Steele
Making an observation, Miss Steele.
I’ll see you shortly.
Sooners rather than laters, baby.
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
I check myself in the mirror. What a difference a day can
make. I ha一ve more color in my cheeks, and my eyes are
shining. It’s the Christian Grey effect. A little e-mail
sparring with him will do that to a girl. I grin at the mirror
and straighten my pale blue shirt—the one Taylor bought
me. I am wearing my fa一vorite jeans today, too. Most of
the women in the office wear either jeans or floaty skirts. I
will need to invest in a floaty skirt or two. Perhaps I’ll do
that this weekend and bank the check Christian ga一ve me
for Wanda, my Beetle.
As I head out of the building, I hear my name called.
“Miss Steele?”
I turn expectantly, and an ashen young woman
approaches me cautiously. She looks like a ghost—so
pale and strangely blank.
“Miss Anastasia Steele?” she repeats, and her features
“Miss Anastasia Steele?” she repeats, and her features
stay static even though she’s speaking.
“Yes?”
She stops, staring at me from about three feet away on
the sidewalk, and I stare back, immobilized. Who is she?
What does she want?
“Can I help you?” I ask. How does she know my
name?
“No . . . I just wanted to look at you.” Her voice is
eerily soft. Like me, she has dark hair that starkly contrasts
with her fair skin. Her eyes are brown, like bourbon, but
flat. There’s no life in them at all. Her beautiful face is pale,
and etched with sorrow.
“Sorry—you ha一ve me at a disadvantage,” I say
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