response. I am so mad.
From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: Fifty Shades
Date: June 13, 2011 09:55
To: Christian Grey
Christian
You need to get a grip.
I am NOT going to sleep with Jack—not for all the tea in China.
I LOVE you. That’s what happens when people love each other.
They TRUST each other.
I don’t think you are going to SLEEP WITH, SPANK, FUCK, or
WHIP anyone else. I ha一ve FAITH and TRUST in you.
Please extend the same COURTESY to me.
Ana
Anastasia Steele
Assistant to Jack Hyde, Commissioning Editor, SIP
I sit waiting for his response. Nothing arrives. I call the
airline and book a ticket for myself, ensuring I am on the
same flight as Jack. I hear the ping of new mail.
From: Lincoln, Elena
Subject: Lunch Date
Date: June 13, 2011 10:15
To: Anastasia Steele
Dear Anastasia
I would really like to ha一ve lunch with you. I think we got off on the
wrong foot, and I’d like to make that right. Are you free sometime
this week?
Elena Lincoln
Holy crap—not Mrs. Robinson! How the hell did she find
out my e-mail address? I put my head in my hands. Can
this day get any worse?
My phone rings and wearily I lift my head from my
hands and answer, glancing at the clock. It is only ten
hands and answer, glancing at the clock. It is only ten
twenty, and already I wish I hadn’t left Christian’s bed.
“Jack Hyde’s office, Ana Steele speaking.”
An achingly familiar voice snarls at me, “Will you
please delete the last e-mail you sent me and try to be a
little more circumspect in the language you use in your
work e-mail? I told you, the system is monitored. I shall
endea一vor to do some damage limitation from here.” He
hangs up.
Holy fuck . . . I sit staring at the phone. Christian hung
up on me. That man is stomping all over my fledgling
career, and he hangs up on me? I glare at the receiver, and
if it wasn’t completely inanimate, I know it would shrivel in
horror under my withering stare.
I open my e-mails and delete the one I sent him. It’s
not that bad. I just mention spanking and well
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