Are you going on your own?
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
From:Anastasia Steele
Subject:No Bold Shouty Capitals on a Monday Morning!
Date:June 13, 2011: 09:30
To:Christian Grey
Can we talk about this tonight?
A x
Anastasia Steele
Assistant to Jack Hyde, Commissioning Editor, SIP
From:Christian Grey
Subject:You Haven’t Seen Shouty Yet.
Date:June 13, 2011 09:35
To:Anastasia Steele
Tell me.
If it’s with the sleazeball you work with, then the answer is no, over my dead body.
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
My heart sinks. Shit—it’s like he’s my dad.
From:Anastasia Steele
Subject:No YOU haven’t seen shouty yet.
Date:June 13, 2011 09:46
To:Christian Grey
Yes. It is with Jack.
I want to go. It’s an exciting opportunity for me.
And I have never been to New York.
Don’t get your knickers in a twist.
Anastasia Steele
Assistant to Jack Hyde, Commissioning Editor, SIP
From:Christian Grey
Subject:No YOU haven’t seen shouty yet.
Date:June 13, 2011 09:50
To:Anastasia Steele
Anastasia
It’s not my fucking knickers I am worried about.
The answer is NO.
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
“No!” I shout at my computer, causing the entire office to come to a standstill and stare at
me. Jack peers out from his office.
“Everything all right, Ana?”
“Yes. Sorry,” I mutter. “I er . . . just didn’t save a document.” I am scarlet with embar-
rassment. He smiles at me but with a puzzled expression. I take several deep breaths and
quickly type a response. I am so mad.
From:Anastasia Steele
Subject:Fifty Shades
Date:June 13, 2011 09:55
To:Christian Grey
Christian
You need to get a grip.
I am NOT going to sleep with Jack—not for all the tea in China.
I LOVE you. That’s what happens when people love each other.
They TRUST each other.
I don’t think you are going to SLEEP WITH, SPANK, FUCK, or WHIP anyone else. I have
FAITH and TRUST in you.
Please extend the same COURTESY to me.
Ana
Anastasia Steele
Assistant to Jack Hyde, Commissioning Editor, SIP
I sit waiting for his response. Nothing arrives. I call the airline and book a ticket for myself,
ensuring I am on the same flight as Jack. I hear the ping of new mail.
From:Lincoln, Elena
Subject:Lunch Date
Date:June 13, 2011 10:15
To:Anastasia Steele
Dear Anastasia
I would really like to have lunch with you. I think we got off on the wrong foot, and I’d like
to make that right. Are you free sometime this week?
Elena Lincoln
Holy crap—not Mrs. Robinson!How the hell did she find out my e-mail address? I put my
head in my hands. Can this day get any worse?
My phone rings and wearily I lift my head from my hands and answer, glancing at the
clock. It is only ten twenty, and already I wish I hadn’t left Christian’s bed.
“Jack Hyde’s office, Ana Steele speaking.”
An achingly familiar voice snarls at me, “Will you please delete the last e-mail you
sent me and try to be a little more circumspect in the language you use in your work e-mail?
I told you, the system is monitored. I shall endeavor to do some damage limitation from
here.” He hangs up.
Holy fuck . . .I sit staring at the phone. Christian hung up on me. That man is stomping
all over my fledgling career, and he hangs up on me? I glare at the receiver, and if it wasn’t
completely inanimate, I know it would shrivel in horror under my withering stare.
I open my e-mails and delete the one I sent him. It’s not that bad. I just mention spank-
ing and well, whipping. Jeez, if he’s so ashamed of it, he damn well shouldn’t do it. I pick
up my Blackberry and call his mobile.
“What?” he snaps.
“I am going to New York whether you like it or not,” I hiss.
“Don’t count—”
I hang up, cutting him off mid-sentence. Adrenaline is coursing through my body.
There—that told him. I am so mad.
I take a deep breath, trying to compose myself. Closing my eyes, I imagine that I am
in my happy place. Hmm . . . a boat cabin with Christian.I shake the image off as I am too
mad at Fifty right now for him to be anywhere near my happy place.
Opening my eyes, I calmly reach for my notebook and carefully run through my to do
list. I take a long, deep breath, my equilibrium restored.
“Ana!” Jack shouts, startling me. “Don’t book that flight!”
“Oh, too late. I’ve done it,” I reply as he strides out of his office over to me. He looks
mad.“Look, there’s something going on. For some reason, suddenly, all travel and hotel
expenses for staff have to be approved by senior management. This has come right from
the top. I am going up to see old Roach. Apparently, a moratorium on all spending has just
been implemented. I don’t understand it.” Jack pinches the bridge of his nose and closes
his eyes.
Most of the blood drains from my face and knots form in my stomach . Fifty!
“Take my calls. I’ll go see what Roach has to say.” He winks at me and strides off to
see his boss—not the boss’s boss.
Damn it. Christian Grey . . .My blood starts to boil again.
From:Anastasia Steele
Subject:What have you done?
Date:June 13, 2011 10:43
To:Christian Grey
Please tell me you won’t interfere with my work.
I really want to go to this conference.
I shouldn’t have to ask you.
I have deleted the offending e-mail.
Anastasia Steele
Assistant to Jack Hyde, Commissioning Editor, SIP
From:Christian Grey
Subject:What have you done?
Date:June 13, 2011 10:46
To:Anastasia Steele
I am just protecting what is mine.
The e-mail that you so rashly sent is wiped from the SIP server now, as are my e-mails to
you.
Incidentally, I trust you implicitly. It’s him I don’t trust.
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
I check to see if I still have his e-mails, and they have disappeared. This man’s influence
knows no bounds. How does he do this? Who does he know that can stealthily delve into
the depths of SIP’s servers and remove e-mails? I am so out of my league here.
From:Anastasia Steele
Subject:Grown Up
Date:June 13, 2011 10:43
To:Christian Grey
Christian
I don’t need protecting from my own boss.
He may make a pass at me, but I shall say no.
You cannot interfere. It’s wrong and controlling on so many levels.
Anastasia Steele
Assistant to Jack Hyde, Commissioning Editor, SIP