I don't go into the office the next day. I tell my assistant Tim that I'm not feeling well, and to delegate all of my tasks out to the team. In reality, I just need more time to mourn the loss of the Grey Enterprises project...and more importantly, to come up with a plan.
After the phone call with Mitchell, I'd had a powerful urge to step out into the hallway, call Christian, and completely unload on him. I was going to tell him that I knew he'd had a hand in this, and that he could take the contract for our "arrangement" and shove it until he could taste it.
But then I'd realized that that would be too easy for him. He could just hang up on me, and never pick up my call again. For whatever reason Christian made Mitchell give the contract to Kilgore—perhaps to exert some sort of power over me. I don't know what type of game he's playing, but I have a burning desire to play it back. I think of the details of the plan as I'm lying in bed that morning, just after I've woken up. I know exactly what I'm going to do.
Christian Grey wants me, and badly. He said so himself. I am going to take him up on his offer for "one night", and not only that, I'm going to go all out for it. I am going to make sure that I look and smell so good that he'll practically be salivating to have me. I'm going to pretend to go along with his kinky little fantasy for as long as it takes to bring him right to the edge, and then....I'm just going to disappear. Change my mind. Sorry Mr. Billionaire, I guess I don't want to do this after all.
If I can't have that design contract, then he can't have me.
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7 Days to Christian Grey
ФанфикLeila Williams wasn't always insane. Once upon a time she ran a small design agency that was rapidly growing to be one of the most successful in Seattle. She lived in a spacious apartment with her boyfriend of four years and college sweetheart, Thom...
