𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎 𝐈 𝐑𝐀𝐍 ▸ Ana asked Christian how bad it could be, and so he showed her. Leaving Christian, Ana finds herself alone and running from the man who bruised her backside yet owns her heart. But Seattle is a big place, and Christian isn't...
Forgive this intrusion at work. I hope that it's going well. Did you get my flowers?
I note that tomorrow is the gallery opening for your friend's show, and I'm sure you've not had time to purchase a car, and it's a long drive. I would be more than happy to take you – should you wish.
Let me know,
Christian Grey CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
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"Get Barney," I growled into the intercom. It was Wednesday afternoon, and despite my better judgment, I'd sent Ana an email two hours ago. And she hadn't responded.
My mood had been getting increasingly agitated as the week went by, despite spending an hour knocking Claude onto his ass every morning. My whole world was going to hell in a handbasket. I was missing Ana like crazy. I didn't need my playroom or toys - hell I'd do it missionary for the rest of my life if it meant getting her back. But I didn't know how she was feeling and whether I even had a chance. Then I had a crazy ex-submissive wandering around Seattle showing up at my house and generally causing mayhem. And the last thing I wanted was for Leila to come anywhere near Ana – especially when Ana was already so freaked out about my previous predilections.
I'd been in two minds about emailing Ana. Ros was of the opinion I should wait until the weekend to make my approach. She said I should give Ana time to 'think things over.' On the other hand, Taylor thought I'd already wasted enough time, and said I should do something significant to show Ana I missed her and couldn't stop thinking about her. In the end, I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to know how things stood between us, and if there was any chance I could get Ana back. And so I emailed.
In the past, our emails had flown thick and fast, so I wasn't sure of the cause of this silence. Did Ana not want to speak with me? Had I disgusted and offended her so much, she wasn't willing to interact with me at all? Or was she busy at work? Had she even read my email?! I needed answers, I needed them now, and I wasn't remotely concerned about the legality of it. Hence Barney.
"Grey," my IT guy greeted as he ambled into my office wearing an odd assortment of clothing. It couldn't really be called a style, unless 'the first thing I put my hand on in the closet' was a new look. With what I paid him, he could afford to dress in a new Armani suit every day. Yet he chose to look like this. No wonder the guy was all but married to his computer.
"I need you to access the SIP server," I said without preamble. "I sent an email a couple of hours ago, and I need to know if it's been received."
