, whipping.
Jeez, if he’s so ashamed of it, he damn well shouldn’t do it.
I pick up my Blackberry and call his mobile.
“What?” he snaps.
“I am going to New York whether you like it or not,” I
hiss.
“Don’t count—”
I hang up, cutting him off mid-sentence. Adrenaline is
coursing through my body. There—that told him. I am so
mad.
I take a deep breath, trying to compose myself.
Closing my eyes, I imagine that I am in my happy place.
Hmm . . . a boat cabin with Christian. I shake the image
off as I am too mad at Fifty right now for him to be
anywhere near my happy place.
anywhere near my happy place.
Opening my eyes, I calmly reach for my notebook and
carefully run through my to do list. I take a long, deep
breath, my equilibrium restored.
“Ana!” Jack shouts, startling me. “Don’t book that
flight!”
“Oh, too late. I’ve done it,” I reply as he strides out of
his office over to me. He looks mad.
“Look, there’s something going on. For some reason,
suddenly, all tra一vel and hotel expenses for staff ha一ve to be
approved by senior management. This has come right from
the top. I am going up to see old Roach. Apparently, a
moratorium on all spending has just been implemented. I
don’t understand it.” Jack pinches the bridge of his nose
and closes his eyes.
Most of the blood drains from my face and knots form
in my stomach. Fifty!
“Take my calls. I’ll go see what Roach has to say.” He
winks at me and strides off to see his boss—not the boss’s
boss.
Damn it. Christian Grey . . . My blood starts to boil
again.
From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: What ha一ve you done?
Date: June 13, 2011 10:43
To: Christian Grey
Please tell me you won’t interfere with my work.
I really want to go to this conference.
I shouldn’t ha一ve to ask you.
I ha一ve deleted the offending e-mail.
Anastasia Steele
Assistant to Jack Hyde, Commissioning Editor, SIP
From: Christian Grey
Subject: What ha一ve you done?
Date: June 13, 2011 10:46
To: Anastasia Steele
I am just protecting what is mine.
The e-mail that you so rashl
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