From: Anastasia Grey
Subject: Keep your hair on!
Date: September 1, 2011 16:03
To: Christian Grey
I was just asking (rolls eyes). And I’ll think about Prescott.
Stow that twitchy palm!
Ana x
Anastasia Grey
Commissioning Editor, SIP
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Don’t tempt me.
Date: September 1, 2011 16:11
To: Anastasia Grey
I can assure you, Mrs. Grey, that my hair is very firmly attached-has this not been demonstrated often enough by your good self?
My palm, however, is twitching.
I might do something about that tonight.
x
Christian Grey
Not bald yet CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
From: Anastasia Grey
Subject: Squirm
Date: September 1, 2011 16:20
To: Christian Grey
Promises, promises…
Now stop pestering me. I am trying to work; I have an impromptu meeting with an author. Will try not to be distracted by thoughts of you during the meeting.
A x
Anastasia Grey
Commissioning Editor, SIP
From: Anastasia Grey
Subject: Sailing & Soaring & Spanking
Date: September 5, 2011 09:18
To: Christian Grey
Husband
You sure know how to show a girl a good time.
I shall of course be expecting this kind of treatment every weekend.
You are spoiling me. I love it.
Your wife
xox
Anastasia Grey
Commissioning Editor, SIP
From: Christian Grey
Subject: My Life’s Mission…
Date: September 5, 2011 09:25
To: Anastasia Grey
Is to spoil you, Mrs. Grey.
And keep you safe because I love you.
Christian Grey
Smitten CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
Oh my. Could he be any more romantic?
From: Anastasia Grey
Subject: My Life’s Mission…
Date: September 5, 2011 09:33
To: Christian Grey
Is to let you-because I love you, too.
Now stop being so sappy.
You are making me cry.
Anastasia Grey
Equally Smitten Commissioning Editor, SIP
The following day, I gaze at the calendar on my desk. Only five days until September 10-my birthday. I know we are driving out to the house to see how Elliot and his crew are progressing. Hmm… I wonder if Christian has any other plans? I smile at the thought. Hannah taps on my door.
“Come in.”
Prescott is hovering outside
“Hi, Ana,” says Hannah. “There’s a Leila Williams here to see you? She says it’s personal.”
“Leila Williams? I don’t know a…” My mouth goes dry, and Hannah’s eyes widen at my expression.
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“Do you want me to send her away?” Hannah asks, alarmed at my expression.
“Um, no. Where is she?”
“In reception. She’s not alone. She’s accompanied by another young woman.”
“And Miss Prescott wants to talk to you,” Hannah adds.
I’m sure she does. “Send her in.”
Hannah stands aside, and Prescott enters my office. She’s on a mission, bristling with professional efficiency.
“Give me a moment, Hannah. Prescott, take a seat.”
Hannah closes the door, leaving Prescott and me alone.
“Mrs. Grey, Leila Williams is on your proscribed list of visitors.”
“What?”
“On our watch list, ma’am. Taylor and Welch have been quite specific about not letting her come into contact with you.”
I frown, not understanding. “Is she dangerous?”
“I can’t say, ma’am.”
“Why do I even know that she’s here?”
Prescott swallows and for a moment looks awkward. “I was on a restroom break. She came in, spoke directly
