hands behind his head and grins at me.
“Because I can, Miss Steele.”
I shake my head at him. “Laters, baby.” I blow him a
kiss, and I am out of the door.
Taylor is waiting for me, and he seems to understand that I
am late because he drives like a bat out of hell to get me to
work by nine fifteen. I am grateful when he pulls up at the
curb—grateful to be alive–his driving was scary. And
grateful that I am not hideously late—only fifteen minutes.
“Thank you, Taylor,” I mutter, ashen-faced. I
remember Christian telling me he drove tanks; maybe he
drives for NASC一A一R, too.
“Ana.” He nods a farewell, and I dash into my office,
realizing as I open the door to reception that Taylor seems
to ha一ve overcome the Miss Steele formality. It makes me
smile.
Claire grins at me as I rush through reception and
make my way to my desk.
“Ana!” Jack calls me. “Get in here.”
Oh shit.
“What time do you call this?” he snaps.
“I’m sorry. I overslept.” I flush crimson.
“Don’t let it happen again. Fix me some coffee, and
then I need you to do some letters. Jump to it,” he shouts,
making me flinch.
Why’s he so mad? What’s his problem? What ha一ve I
done? I hurry to the kitchen to fix his coffee. Maybe I
should ha一ve ditched. I could be . . . well, doing something
hot with Christian, or ha一ving breakfast with him, or just
talking—that would be novel.
Jack barely acknowledges my presence when I
venture back into his office to deliver his coffee. He thrusts
a sheet of paper at me—it’s handwritten in a barely legible
scrawl.
“Type this up, ha一ve me sign, then copy and mail it to all
our authors.”
“Yes, Jack.”
He doesn’t look up as I lea一ve. Boy, is he mad.
It is with some relief that I finally sit down at my desk. I
take a sip of tea as I wait for my computer to boot up. I
check my e-mails.
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Missing you
Date: June 15, 2011 09:05
To: Anastasia Steele
Please use your Blackberry.
x
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: All Righ
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