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Freed (Fifty Shades as Told by Christian #3)(9)
Author: E.L. James

   “No, dude. I want you to do it. I want something sustainable and environmentally friendly. You know, all the shit you champion at family meals.”

   “Oh. Wow.” He sounds surprised. “Can I see the place?”

   “Yes, of course. I’ve not gone to contract yet, but we’re going ahead with surveys over the next week or so.”

   “Sure. This is rad. But you’ll need an architect. I can only do so much.”

   “What was the name of the woman who oversaw the renovations in Aspen?”

   “Um…Gia Matteo. She’s cool. She’s now at some fancy downtown firm.”

   “She did a great job at the house in Aspen. And I seem to remember she had an impressive and imaginative portfolio. Do you recommend her?”

   “Yeah. Um… Sure.”

   “You sound hesitant.”

   “Well, you know. She’s the kind of woman who doesn’t take no for an answer.”

   “What do you mean?”

   “She’s…ambitious. Hungry. Driven to get what she wants.”

   “I’ve got no problem with that.”

   “Neither have I,” says Elliot. “In fact, I rather like a predatory female.”

   “You do?” Well, Kavanagh fits that bill.

   “She and I…” Elliot trails off.

   I can’t help my eye roll. My brother suffers from sexual incontinence. “Will that be awkward?”

   “No. Of course not. She knows her shit.”

   “I’ll call her. And take a look at her updated portfolio.” I scribble down her name.

   “Cool. Let me know when we can scout the place.”

   “Will do. Laters.”

   “Dude.”

   I hang up, wondering how many women he’s fucked. I shake my head. Does he know that Katherine Kavanagh has designs on him? Could he not see that over the weekend? I hope he doesn’t end up with her. She is possibly the most annoying woman I know.

   Sam has e-mailed the statement for the press conference, which is in half an hour. I review it and make some changes; as usual, his prose is overwrought and pretentious. Sometimes I don’t know why I hired him.

   Twenty minutes later he’s knocking on my door.

   “Christian. Are you ready?”

   “So, Mr. Grey, are you suggesting that this could be sabotage?” the journalist from The Seattle Times asks.

   “I’m not saying that at all. We are keeping an open mind and waiting for the accident report.”

   “Congratulations on your engagement, Mr. Grey. How did you meet Anastasia Steele?” I think this woman is from Seattle Metropolitan.

   “I’m not answering any specific questions about my private life. I’ll just reiterate, I’m thrilled she’s consented to be my wife.”

   “That’s the last question, thank you, ladies and gentlemen.” Sam comes to my rescue and ushers me out of the GEH conference room.

   Thank God that’s over.

   “You did well,” Sam says, as if I need his approval. “I’m sure the press are going to want a picture of you and Anastasia together. I don’t think they’ll stop hounding you until they have one.”

   “I’ll think about it. Right now I just want to go back to my office.”

   Sam smirks. “Of course, Christian. I’ll send you a compilation of the conference press coverage when we get it.”

   “Thanks.” Why is he smirking?

   I step into the elevator and I’m delighted to find that I have it to myself. I check my phone. There are missed calls from Elena.

   For heaven’s sake, Mrs. Lincoln. We’re done.

   There’s also an e-mail from Ana.

   From: Anastasia Steele

   Subject: The News!

   Date: June 20 2011 16:55

   To: Christian Grey

   Mr. Grey

   You give good press conference.

   Why does that not surprise me?

   You looked hot.

   Loved your tie.

   Ax

   PS: Sabotage?

   My hand strays to my tie. That Brioni tie. My favorite.

   I looked hot. These words give me more pleasure than they should. I like to look hot for Ana, and her e-mail gives me an idea.

   From: Christian Grey

   Subject: I’ll Show You Hot

   Date: June 20 2011 17:08

   To: Anastasia Steele

   My darling wife-to-be

   Maybe I can use the tie this evening, when I test your stamina.

   Christian Grey

   Impatient CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.

   PS: The sabotage is just conjecture. Don’t worry about it. This is not a request.

   The elevator doors open.

   “Happy birthday, Mr. Grey!” There’s a cacophony of voices. Andrea is standing by the doors, holding a large frosted cake with Happy Birthday and Congratulations, Mr. Grey written in blue icing across the top. There’s a solitary gold candle burning on top.

   What the fuck.

   This has never happened.

   Ever.

   The throng—which includes Ros, Barney, Fred, Marco, Vanessa, and all the VPs of their departments—breaks into a rousing chorus of “Happy Birthday.” I fix a smile on my face to hide my surprise and, when they finish, blow out the candle. They all cheer and start applauding, as if I’ve done something worthy of celebration.

   Sarah offers me a champagne flute.

   There are shouts of “Speech. Speech.”

   “Well, this is a surprise.” I turn to Andrea, who gives me a slight shrug. “But thank you.”

   Ros pipes up, “We’re all grateful you’re still here, Christian, especially me, because it means I’m still here, too.” There’s a smattering of polite laughter and applause. “So we wanted to express our gratitude in some way. All of us.” She extends an arm to our colleagues. “We also want to wish you a happy birthday and congratulations on your good news. Let’s raise a glass.” She does. “To Christian Grey.”

   My name echoes through the office.

   I raise my glass to salute her and take a large swig.

   There’s more applause.

   I really don’t understand what has gotten into my staff. Why now? What gives?

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