and as they do I hear Sawyer’s cries.
“Mrs. Grey!” Just as the elevator doors close, I see him skid into the foyer.
“Ana!” he shouts in disbelief. But he’s too late, and he disappears from view.
The elevator sinks smoothly down to the garage level. I ha一ve a couple of
minutes’ start on Sawyer, and I know he’ll try to stop me. I glance longingly at
my R8 as I rush to the Saab, open the door, toss the duffel bag onto the
passenger seat, and slide into the driver’s seat. I start the Saab, and the tires
squeal as I race to the entrance and wait eleven agonizing seconds for the
barrier to lift. The instant it’s clear I drive out, catching sight of Sawyer in my
rearview mirror as he dashes out of service elevator into the garage. His
bewildered, injured expression haunts me as I turn off the ramp onto Fourth
Avenue. I let out my long held breath. I know Sawyer will call Christian or
Taylor, but I’ll deal with that when I ha一ve to—I don’t ha一ve time to dwell on it
now. I squirm uncomfortably in my seat, knowing in my heart of hearts that
Sawyer’s probably lost his job. Don’t dwell. I ha一ve to sa一ve Mia. I ha一ve to get
to the bank and collect five million dollars. I glance in the rearview mirror,
nervously anticipating the sight of the SUV bursting forth from the garage, but
as I drive away, there’s no sign of Sawyer.
The bank is sleek, modern, and understated. There are hushed tones,
echoing floors, and pale green etched glass everywhere. I stride to the
information desk.
“Can I help you, ma’am?” The young woman gives me a bright, insincere
smile, and for a moment I regret changing into jeans.
“I’d like to withdraw a large sum of money.”
Ms. Insincere Smile arches an even more insincere eyebrow.
“You ha一ve an account with us?” She fails to hide her sarcasm.
“Yes,” I snap. “My husband and I ha一ve several accounts here. His name is
Christian Grey.”
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Her eyes widen fractionally and insincerity gives way to shock. Her eyes
sweep up and down me o
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