Fifty Shade Forever

There is strength in fragility.

Christian Grey Twitchy Palmed, CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

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I roll my eyes. Why is he so touchy about e-mails?

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From: Anastasia Grey
Subject: Inspiration
Date: June 15, 2011 17:33
To: Christian Grey

Dear Mr. Grey. Ah . . . your twitchy palms can't stay still for long, can they? I wonder what Dr. Flynn would say about that? But now I know what to give you for your birthday—and I hope it makes me sore . . .;)

Ana x

Anastasia Steele, Assistant to Jack Hyde, Commissioning Editor, SIP

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From: Christian Grey
Subject: Angina
Date: June 15, 2011 17:38
To: Anastasia Grye

Miss Grey don't think my heart could stand the strain of another e-mail like that, or my pants for that matter. Behave.

Christian Grey CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

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From: Anastasia Grey
Subject: Trying
Date: June 15, 2011 17:42
To: Christian Grey

Christian I am trying to work for my very trying boss. Please stop bothering me and trying yourself. Your last e-mail nearly made me combust.

xPS: Can you get me at 6:30?

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From: Christian Grey
Subject: I'll Be There
Date: June 15, 2011 17:55
To: Anastasia Grey

Nothing would give me greater pleasure. I can think of any of several things that would give me greater pleasure, and they all involve you. Side note; Pheobe and Theo are going home from daycare early today because I want them to nap before dinner so they are in good spirits.

Christian Grey CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

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From: Anastasia Grey
Subject: Sleep
Date: June 15, 2011 18:02
To: Christian Grey

Don't let Gail let them sleep too long. Putting them down too late for a nap might mean they won't sleep until later tonight.

x A

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1 minute later my Blackberry rang.

"Should I call Taylor and ask him to call more security and take them to a park instead? I'm concerned about their sleep cycle now."

I laughed, "Christian they will sleep just fine. They will probably tire themselves out from having fun anyway."

"Ana" I hear in the back.

"I gotta go, Jack needs something. Love you. 6:30."

"Anastasia-" I heard before I hung up.

When I sit back down after going into Jack's office to drop manuscripts, I flush go over Chritian's earlier response and shake my head. E-mail banter is all well and good, but we need to talk. Perhaps once we've seen Flynn. I put my Blackberry down and finished my petty cash reconciliation.

By six-fifteen, the office is deserted. I have everything ready for Jack. His cab to the airport is booked, and I just have to hand him his documents. I glance anxiously through the glass, but he's still deep in his telephone call, and I don't want to interrupt him—not in the mood he's in today.