Fifty Shades Trilogy 03 - Fifty Shades Freed

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 . Odd . . .
    “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.
    Leila? Fuck. What does she want?

“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.”
    Oh!
    “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?” I have a proscribed list ?
    “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 to Claire, and Claire called Hannah.”
    “Oh. I see.” I realize that even Prescott has to pee, and I laugh. “Oh dear.”
    “Yes ma’am.” Prescott gives me an embarrassed grin, and it’s the first time I’ve seen a chink in her armor. She has a lovely smile.
    “I need to talk to Claire about protocol, again,” she says, her tone weary.
    “Sure. Does Taylor know she’s here?” I cross my fingers unconsciously, hoping she hasn’t told Christian.
    “I left a brief voice message for him.”
    Oh. “Then I only have a short time. I’d like to know what she wants.”
    Prescott gazes at me for a moment. “I must advise against it, ma’am.”
    “She’s here to see me for a reason.”
    “I’m supposed to prevent that, ma’am.” Her voice is soft but resigned.
    “I really want to hear what she has to say.” My tone is more forceful than I intend.
    Prescott stifles her sigh. “I’d like to search them both before you do.”
    “Okay. Can you do that?”
    “I’m here to protect you, Mrs. Grey, so yes, I can. I’d also like to stay with you while you talk.”
    “Okay.” I’ll grant her this concession. Besides, last time I met Leila, she was armed. “Go ahead.”
    Prescott rises.
    “Hannah,” I call.
    Hannah opens the door too quickly. She must have been hovering outside.
    “Can you check to see if the meeting room is free, please?”
    “I already have, and it’s good to go.”
    “Prescott, can you search them in there? Is it private enough?”
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    “I’ll be there in five minutes, then. Hannah, show Leila Williams and whomever she’s with into the meeting