tion. Oh,
what I would do for a day on my own, to just think all this
through.
“Where ha一ve you been?” Jack is suddenly looming
over me.
“I had some business to attend to in reception.” He is
really getting on my nerves.
“I want my lunch. The usual,” he says abruptly and
stomps back into his office.
Why didn’t I stay home with Christian? My inner
goddess crosses her arms and purses her lips; she wants
to know the answer to that one, too. Picking up my purse
and my Blackberry, I head for the door. I check my
messages.
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Missing you
Date: June 15, 2011 09:06
To: Anastasia Steele
My bed is too big without you.
Looks like I’ll ha一ve to go to work after all.
Even megalomaniac CEOs need something to do.
x
Christian Grey
Twiddling His Thumbs CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
And there’s another from him, from earlier this morning.
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Discretion
Date: June 15, 2011 09:50
To: Anastasia Steele
Is the better part of valor.
Please use discretion . . . your work e-mails are monitored.
HOW MANY TIMES DO I HA一VE TO TELL YOU THIS?
Yes. Shouty capitals as you say. USE YOUR BLACKBERRY.
Dr. Flynn can see us tomorrow evening.
x
Christian Grey,
Still Pissed CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
And an even later one . . . Oh no.
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Crickets
Date: June 15, 2011 12:15
To: Anastasia Steele
To: Anastasia Steele
I ha一ven’t heard from you.
Please tell me you are okay.
You know how I worry.
I will send Taylor to check!
x
Christian Grey,
Over-Anxious CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
I roll my eyes, and call him. I don’t want him to worry.
“Christian Grey’s phone, Andrea Parker speaking.”
Oh. I am so disconcerted that it’s not Christian who
answers that it halts me in the street, and the young man
behind me mutters angrily as he swerves to a一void bumping
into me. I stand under the green awning of the deli.
“Hello? Can I help you?” Andrea fills the void of
awkward silence.
“Sorry . . . Er . . . I was hoping to sp
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