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Freed (Fifty Shades as Told by Christian #3)(8)
Author: E.L. James

   While I tuck into lunch I check my messages. There’s another one from Elena.

   Shit.

   Elena

   Call me. Please.

   Elena

   Call me. I’m going crazy.

   Elena

   I don’t know what to say.

    I’ve been thinking about what happened all weekend.

    And I don’t know why things got so out of control.

    I’m sorry. Call me.

   Elena

   Please answer my calls.

   I have to deal with her. My parents want me to cut ties with Mrs. Lincoln, and frankly I don’t know how we come back from all that we spewed at each other on Saturday evening.

   I said some pretty awful things.

   So did she.

   It’s time to end it.

   I told Ana I would gift Elena the company.

   I scroll through my contacts and find the number of my personal lawyer. Ironically, it was Elena who first put us in touch. Debra Kingston is a commercial lawyer who also happens to enjoy the same lifestyle that I do. She’s drafted all my D/s contracts and NDAs, and handled my dealings with Mrs. Lincoln and our joint business.

   I press call.

   “Christian, good afternoon. Long time no speak. I understand congratulations are in order.”

   “Thanks, Debra.”

   Jesus! She knows, too.

   “What can I do for you?”

   “I want to gift the salon business to Elena Lincoln.”

   “Excuse me?” Her voice rings with disbelief.

   “You heard me right. I want to gift the business to Elena. I’d like you to draw up a contract. Everything. Loans. Property. Assets. All of it. It’s all hers.”

   “Are you sure?”

   “Yes.”

   “You’re cutting ties?”

   “I am. I want nothing to do with it. No liabilities.”

   “Christian, as your lawyer I have to ask, are you sure you want to do this? This is an incredibly generous gift. You stand to lose hundreds of thousands of dollars.”

   “Debra, I’m well aware of that.”

   She huffs into the phone. “Okay, if you insist. I’ll send over a draft in the next couple of days.”

   “Thank you. And I want to conduct all correspondence with her through you.”

   “You two have really fallen out.”

   I am not going to discuss my private life with Debra. Well, not this aspect of my private life.

   “I get it,” she adds. “Keeping the ball and chain happy?”

   What. The. Hell?

   “Debra, just do the fucking contract.”

   Her response is tight-lipped. “Very well, Christian. And I’ll let Mrs. Lincoln know.”

   “Good. Thank you.”

   That should get Elena off my back.

   I hang up.

   Whoa. I’ve done it.

   And it feels good. A relief. I’ve just kissed good-bye to a small fortune by GEH standards, but I owe her that much. Without her there would be no GEH.

   “I’ve been thinking about our recent conversation, Christian.”

   “Yes, Ma’am?”

   “You, leaving Harvard. I’ll lend you $100,000 to start your business.”

   “You’d do that?”

   “Christian, I have every faith in you. You are destined to be a master of the universe. It will be a loan and you can pay me back.”

   “Elena… I…”

   “You can thank me by showing me what you learned earlier today. You top. I’ll bottom. Don’t mark me.”

   I shake my head; so began my training as a Dominant. My success as a businessman is tied to my lifestyle choice. I smirk at the pun and then frown. I can’t believe I’ve never consciously made the connection before.

   Shit. I can’t cower behind my desk. I owe her a call.

   Showtime, Grey.

   Reluctantly, I press her contact on my phone.

   She answers on the first ring. “Christian, why haven’t you called me?”

   “I’m calling you now.”

   “What the hell is wrong with your mother and your…fiancée?” she sneers over that final word.

   “Elena, this is a courtesy call. I’m gifting you the business. I’ve been in touch with Debra Kingston; she’s drawing up the paperwork. It’s over. We can’t do this anymore.”

   “What? What are you talking about?”

   “I mean it. I no longer have the energy for your bullshit. I asked you to leave Ana alone and you ignored my request. We reap what we sow, Mrs. Lincoln. It’s over. Don’t call me.”

   “Chris—” I hear the alarm in her voice as I hang up.

   My phone buzzes immediately, her name flashing on my screen. I switch it off and look over my to-do list.

   I have about an hour before the press conference, so to take my mind off Elena, I pick up my office phone and call my brother.

   “Hey, hotshot. Having second thoughts?”

   “Fuck off, Elliot.”

   “She’s having second thoughts?” He snickers.

   “Could you silence your inner asshole for two minutes?”

   “That long? Dubious.”

   “I’m buying a house.”

   “Whoa. For you and the future Mrs. Grey? That was quick. You knocked her up?”

   “No!” For fuck’s sake.

   He cackles on his end of the phone. “Don’t tell me. It’s in Denny-Blaine or Laurelhurst?”

   Ah, the tech millionaires’ suburbs of choice.

   “No.”

   “Medina?”

   I laugh. “That’s far too near Mom and Dad. It’s on the water just north of Broadview.”

   “You’re kidding.”

   “No. I want to watch the sun sink into the Sound, not rise above a lake.”

   Elliot laughs. “Man. Who knew you were such a romantic?”

   I scoff. I certainly didn’t. “It needs gutting.”

   “It does?” That has Elliot’s interest. “You want me to recommend someone?”

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