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The security detail have finally got their act together, so I now have pictures of Ana as she made her way to each of her interviews, and then of her going back to her apartment. And Welch has picked up some feedback on her interviews – SIP were impressed with her, so it seems likely they're going to make her an offer, which pleases me as that's the company I would prefer to acquire.
While I'm still at the office in the early evening, Anastasia emails to tell me her interviews went well, which of course I'm already aware of, but I'm pleased that she seems happy about them. Then we have some of our usual witty email banter, which improves my mood a little. For some reason, she seems to think Mrs. Jones is an ex sub of mine – she doesn't understand that I never fuck my staff. The only exception to this rule would be if Ana came to work for me, but she's adamant that she never would. 'Not for all the tea in China', are her exact words. And then disappointingly she's gone again, promising to contact me once she's in Georgia.
I get surveillance pictures of Ana being dropped off at Sea-Tac by Kate. She's travelling light as she's only carrying one rucksack, and it really makes me want to take her shopping to buy her the kind of things my girlfriend should have. At least I've got her upgraded to first class.
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However, I'm pissed when she emails me to say she's had a back massage in the First Class lounge at the airport– I just hope it was a woman masseur. That was one of the reasons for getting her upgraded, and having an empty seat next to her, so that no other fucker would get his filthy hands on her. I have to know who the masseur was, but she takes ages emailing me back. And I don't like the answer I get, even though I know she's winding me up when she informs me how great some Jean-Paul dick was at massaging her.
Next time she goes anywhere, it'll be in my private jet, no argument. I scold her for using her Blackberry in the plane, and as the plane takes off at around ten thirty in the evening, that's the last contact I have with her. I feel even more bereft now, knowing she's actually left, gone, flown away to the other side of the continent. I have this horrid empty feeling in my chest. It's just indigestion, Grey.
So now I return to my apartment, thinking I won't hear from Ana again until she's landed in Savannah. Needless to say, I don't sleep well, and the nightmares return. Nightmares about being abandoned, about being totally on my own in the world, about pain and torture. I get up and head for my piano, hoping that playing something quiet and soulful will help my mood.
