Now leave me alone - I am trying to work.
Anastasia Steele
Assistant to Jack Hyde, Commissioning Editor, SIP
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Is that all you've eaten?
Date: June 10, 2011 08:36
To: Anastasia Steele
You can do better than that. You're going to need your energy for begging.
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: Pest
Date: June 10, 2011 08:39
To: Christian Grey
Mr. Grey - I am trying to work for a living - and it's you that will be begging.
Anastasia Steele
Assistant to Jack Hyde, Commissioning Editor, SIP
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Bring it On!
Date: June 10, 2011 08:36
To: Anastasia Steele
Why Miss Steele, I love a challenge...
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
I sit grinning at the screen like an idiot. But I need to read these chapters for Jack and write reports on all of them. Placing the manuscripts on my desk, I begin.
At lunchtime I head to the deli for a pastrami sandwich and listen to the playlist on my iPad. First up there's Nitin Sawhney, some world music called "Homelands" - it's good.
Mr. Grey has an eclectic taste in music. I wander back, listening to a classical piece, Fanta-sia on a Theme of Thomas Tallis by Vaughn Williams. Oh, Fifty has a sense of humor, and I love him for it. Will this stupid grin ever leave my face?
The afternoon drags. I decide, in an unguarded moment, to e-mail Christian.
From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: Bored...
Date: June 10, 2011 16:05
To: Christian Grey
Twiddling my thumbs.
How are you?
What are you doing?
Anastasia Steele
Assistant to Jack Hyde, Commissioning Editor, SIP
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Your thumbs
Date: June 10, 2011 16:15
To: Anastasia Steele
You should have come to work for me.
You wouldn't be twiddling your thumbs.
I am sure I could put them to better use.
In fact I can think of a number of options...
I am doing the usual humdrum mergers and acquisitions.
It's all very dry.
Your e-mails at SIP are monitored.
Christian Grey
Distracted CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
Oh shit. I had no idea. How the hell does he know? I scowl at the screen and quickly check the e-mails we've sent, deleting them as I do.
Promptly at five thirty, Jack is at my desk. It is Dress-down Friday so he's wearing jeans and a black shirt. He looks very casual.
"Drink, Ana? We usually like to go for a quick one at the bar across the street."
"We?" I ask, hopeful.
"Yeah, most of us go... you coming?"
For some unknown reason, which I don't want to examine too closely, relief floods through me.
"I'd love to. What's the bar called?"
"50s."
"You're kidding."
He looks at me oddly. "No. Some significance for you?"
"No, sorry. I'll join you over there."
"What would you like to drink?"
"A beer please."
"Cool."
I make my way to the powder room and e-mail Christian from the Blackberry.
From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: You'll Fit Right In
Date: June 10, 2011 17:36
To: Christian Grey
We are going to a bar called Fifty's.
The rich seam of humor that I could mine from this is endless.
I look forward to seeing you there, Mr. Grey.
A x
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Hazards
Date: June 10, 2011 17:38
To: Anastasia Steele
Mining is a very, very dangerous occupation.
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: Hazards?
Date: June 10, 2011 17:40
To: Christian Grey
And your point is?
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Merely...
Date: June 10, 2011 17:42
To: Anastasia Steele
Making an observation, Miss Steele.
I'll see you shortly.
Sooners rather than laters, baby.
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
I check myself in the mirror. What a difference a day can make. I have more color in my cheeks, and my eyes are shining. It's the Christian Grey effect. A little e-mail sparring with him will do that to a girl. I grin at the mirror and straighten my pale blue shirt - the one Taylor bought me. I am wearing my favorite jeans today, too. Most of the women in the office wear either jeans or floaty skirts. I will need to invest in a floaty skirt or two. Perhaps I'll do that this weekend and bank the check Christian gave me for Wanda, my Beetle.
As I head out of the building, I hear my name called.
"Miss Steele?"
I turn expectantly, and an ashen young woman approaches me cautiously. She looks like a ghost - so pale and strangely blank.
"Miss Anastasia Steele?" she repeats, and her features stay static even though she's speaking.
"Yes?"
She stops, staring at me from about three feet away on the sidewalk, and I stare back, immobilized. Who is she? What does she want?
"Can I help you?" I ask. How does she know my name?
"No... I just wanted to look at you." Her voice is eerily soft. Like me, she has dark hair that starkly contrasts with her fair skin. Her eyes are brown, like bourbon, but flat.
There's no life in them at all. Her beautiful face is pale, and etched with sorrow.
"Sorry - you have me at a disadvantage," I say politely, trying to ignore the warning tingle up my spine. On closer inspection, she looks odd, disheveled and uncared for. Her clothes are two sizes too big, including her designer trench coat.