Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian

Chapter 30

Date: July 6 2011 14:32

To: Anastasia Steele

I’m fine.

Busy.

Christian Grey

CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.

I press send and hope my response will alleviate her worries. Andrea eyes me warily when I exit the elevator into the outer office.

“Yes?” I snap.

“It’s nothing, Mr. Grey. I just wanted to know if you wanted any coffee?”

“Where’s Sarah?”

“She’s photocopying the reports you requested.”

“Good. And no thanks to coffee,” I add in a softer tone. Why am I being an asshole to my staff? “Get me Welch on the line.”

She nods and picks up the phone.

“Thanks,” I mumble, and head into my office. I slouch into my chair and stare despondently out of the window. The day is bright, unlike my mood.

My phone buzzes. “Grey.”

“I have Anastasia Steele on the line for you.”

Shit. Is she okay?

“Put

“Hi.” Her voice wavers, soft and breathy. She sounds uncertain and sad, and a chill grips my heart.

is it? Are you okay?” I ask.

“I’m fine. It’s you I’m worried about.”

to irritation. My

“Let’s talk when you get home.”

“Okay,” I reply, knowing that I’m being abrupt.

I hear her breathing on the other end of the line. She sounds, unsettled, and the chill I felt a moment earlier is replaced

What is it, Ana? What do you want to say? Silence stretches between

“Christian,” she says eventually.

“Anastasia, I have things to do. I have to go.”

“Tonight,” she whispers.

“Tonight.”

It’s not too much to ask,

“Home?” Taylor asks as he takes the wheel of the

Ana to change her mind. And I have work to do this evening. A reading project—two weighty reports from the Environmental Sciences Department at WSU—results from the test sites in Africa and Professor Gravett’s paper on the microbe responsible for nitrogen fixation in soils. Apparently, microbes are essential to soil regeneration and regeneration holds the key to carbon sequestration. Later this week, I’ll be reviewing

Perhaps I should take Ana out, and we can discuss her vows at dinner. Maybe I can sway her over a glass of wine. I’m reminded of our dinner to discuss the D/s contract.

Hell. That didn’t go

at the jostling tourists and commuters, and a sense of righteous indignation settles over me. I’m not asking for much, for fuck’s sake. It’s the only thing that I want. She can have whatever she likes. Knowing that she’ll obey me will give me a sense of security. Does she not understand?

On the sidewalk a young man in shades and loud, flowery shorts is arguing with a woman in an

tonight. I know it. And the thought depresses me even

I’ll just have to tell her what it means to me. I need

Yes. She’ll see.

her arms and storms off, leaving the man alone and bewildered on the sidewalk. I think he’s drunk.

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