smiles up at her. Susi gives me a
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Susi and Christian . . . it’s not a thought I wish to dwell on. Prescott takes her
phone out of her pocket and answers it. I didn’t hear it ring.
“Mr. Grey,” she says. Leila and I turn to look at her. Prescott closes her eyes
as if in pain.
“Yes, sir,” she says and stepping forward hands me the phone. I roll my eyes.
“Christian,” I murmur, trying to contain my exasperation. I stand and stride
briskly out of the room.
“What the fuck are you playing at?” he shouts. He’s seething.
“Don’t shout at me.”
“What do you mean don’t shout at you?” he shouts, louder this time.
“I ga一ve specific instructions which you ha一ve completely disregarded—
again. Hell, Ana, I am fucking furious.”
“When you are calmer, we will talk about this.”
“Don’t you hang up on me,” he hisses.
“Goodbye, Christian.” I hang up and switch off Prescott’s phone. Holy shit. I
don’t ha一ve long with Leila. Taking a deep breath, I reenter the meeting room.
Both Leila and Prescott look up at me expectantly, and I hand Prescott her
phone.
“Where were we?” I ask Leila as I sit back down opposite her. Her eyes
widen slightly.
Yes—apparently I handle him, I want to say to her. But I don’t think she wants
to hear that.
Leila fiddles nervously with the ends of her hair. “First, I wanted to apologize,”
she says softly.
Oh . . .
She glances up and registers my surprise. “Yes,” she says quickly.
“And to thank you for not pressing charges. You know—for your car and in
your apartment.”
“I know you weren’t . . . um, well,” I murmur, reeling. I hadn’t expected an
apology.
“No, I wasn’t.”
“You’re feeling better now?” I ask gently.
“Much. Thank you.”
“Does your doctor know you’re here?”
She shakes her head.
Oh.
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She nods, looking suitably guilty. “I know I’ll ha一ve to deal with the fallout from
that later. But I had to get some things, and I wanted to see Susi, and you,
and . . . Mr. Grey.
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