I’m Christian Grey,” he says. Hannah scrambles
to her feet and holds out her hand.
“Mr. Grey. H-how nice to meet you,” she stutters as they shake hands. “Can I
fetch you a coffee?”
“Please,” he says warmly. With a quick puzzled glance at me, she scuttles
out of the office past Roach, who stands as dumbstruck as me on the
threshold of my office.
“If you’ll excuse me, Roach, I’d like a word with Ms. Steele.”
Christian hisses the S sibilantly . . . sarcastically. This is why he’s here . . .
Oh shit.
“Of course, Mr. Grey. Ana,” Roach mutters, shutting the door to my office as
he departs. I recover my power of speech.
“Mr. Grey, how nice to see you.” I smile, far too sweetly.
“Ms. Steele, may I sit down?”
“It’s your company.” I wa一ve at the chair Hannah vacated.
“Yes, it is.” He smiles wolfishly at me, the smile not reaching his eyes. His
tone is clipped. He’s bristling with tension—I can feel it all around me. Fuck.
My heart sinks.
“Your office is very small,” he says as he sits down facing my desk.
“It suits me.”
He regards me neutrally, but I know he’s mad. I take a deep breath. This is
not going to be fun.
“So what can I do for you, Christian?”
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“I’m just looking over my assets.”
“Your assets? All of them?”
“All of them. Some of them need rebranding.”
“Rebranding? In what way?”
“I think you know.” His voice is menacingly quiet.
“Please—don’t tell me you ha一ve interrupted your day after three weeks away
to come over here and fight with me about my name.” I am not a freaking
asset!
He shifts and crosses his legs. “Not exactly fight. No.”
“Christian, I’m working.”
“Looked like you were gossiping with your assistant to me.”
My cheeks heat. “We were going through our schedules,” I snap.
“And you ha一ven’t answered my question.”
There’s a knock on the door. “Come in!” I shout, too loudly. Hannah opens
the door and brings in a small tray. Milk jug, sugar bowl, coffee in a French
press—she’s gone all out. She places the tray on my desk.
“Thank you, Hann
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