Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian

Chapter 118

She frowns.

“I’ll have Andrea call Hannah to put the dates in your calendar. There are some people you need to meet. You should get Hannah to handle your schedule from now on.”

“Okay,” she mumbles, sounding bewildered.

I lean over the desk, staring straight into her dazed baby blues. “Love doing business with you, Mrs. Grey.” She doesn’t move, and I plant a soft kiss on her lips. “Laters, baby,” I whisper, then turn and leave.

Outside SIP, I sink into the plush leather in the back of the waiting Audi and ask Ryan to take me back to Grey House.

Thank heavens.

My relief is proportionate to the anxiety I felt before I went into the building. It appears my wife can be reasonable. I reach for my phone to send her an e-mail, and find that she’s beaten me to it.

From: Anastasia Steele

Subject: NOT AN ASSET!

Date: August 22 2011 14:23

To: Christian Grey

Mr. Grey

Next time you come and see me, make an appointment, so I can at least have some prior warning of your adolescent overbearing megalomania.

Yours

Anastasia Grey <—please note name.

Editor, SIP

Overbearing megalomaniac, eh?

My wife has a way with words.

From: Christian Grey

Subject: Seven Shades of Sunday

Date: August 22 2011 14:34

To: Anastasia Steele

Dear Mrs. Grey (emphasis on My)

What can I say in my defense? I was in the

And no, you are not an asset, you are my beloved wife.

As ever, you make my day.

Christian Grey

CEO & Overbearing Megalomaniac, Grey Enterprises

In a calmer frame of mind, I head back to my office. I need lunch.

Throughout the afternoon, I check my e-mails to see if she’s responded. She hasn’t, and I presume that’s the end of it, I hope.

in the car waiting for Ana outside SIP. Ryan is tapping his index fingers on the steering wheel, and it’s driving me crazy.

For fuck’s

toward the door to see if Ana is on her way. According to my watch, it’s 5:35, precisely. She’s five minutes

Where is she?

Sawyer appears, holding the office door open for Ana. Ryan gets out and strolls around the car to the rear passenger door.

What’s he playing at?

Head down, Ana walks briskly toward us, followed by Sawyer, who heads to the driver’s seat while Ana climbs into the car. Ryan takes

“Hi,” she says, avoiding

“Hi.”

anyone else’s work today?” Her

“Only Flynn’s.”

Her eyes flick to me in surprise, but she looks ahead. “Next time you go to see him, I’ll give you a list of topics I want covered.” She’s bristling like a feral kitten beside me.

I clear my throat. “You seem out of sorts, Mrs. Grey.”

She doesn’t answer. She just stares ahead, ignoring me. I shuffle a little closer and reach for her hand. “Hey,” I whisper. But she snatches her hand out of mine. “You’re mad at me?”

“Yes,” she spits, and folds her arms, turning away from me and staring through the

Damn.

past my window, and I stare out, unseeing, feeling miserable and out of my depth. I thought we’d resolved

Sawyer stops outside Escala, and Ana grabs her briefcase and is out of the car before any of us are ready.

“Ana!” I call.

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