Chapter 100 (1/2)
To: Christian Grey
Is to let you - because I love you, too.
Now stop being so sappy.
You are making me cry.
Anastasia Grey
Equally Smitten Commissioning Editor, SIP
The following day, I gaze at the calendar on my desk. Only five days until September 10 - my birthday. I know we are driving out to the house to see how Elliot and his crew are progressing. Hmm . . . I wonder if Christian has any other plans? I smile at the thought. Hanna taps on my door.
”Come in.”
Prescott is hovering outside . Odd . . .
”Hi, Ana,” says Hanna. ”There's a Leila Williams here to see you?
She says it's personal.”
”Leila Williams? I don't know a . . .” My mouth goes dry, and Hanna's eyes widen at my expression.
Leila? Fuck. What does she want?
Chapter Sixteen
”Do you want me to send her away?” Hanna asks, alarmed at my expression.
”Um, no. Where is she?”
”In reception. She's not alone. She's accompanied by another young woman.”
Oh!
”And Miss Prescott wants to talk to you,” Hanna adds. I'm sure she does. ”Send her in.”
Hanna stands aside and Prescott enters my office. She's on a mission, bristling with professional efficiency.
”Give me a moment, Hanna. Prescott, take a seat.”
Hanna closes the door, leaving Prescott and me alone.
”Mrs. Grey, Leila Williams is on your proscribed list of visitors.”
”What!” I have a proscribed list?
”On our watch list, ma'am. Taylor and Welch have been quite specific about not letting her come into contact with you.”
I frown, not understanding. ”Is she dangerous?”
”I can't say, ma'am.”
”Why do I even know that she's here?”
Prescott swallows and for a moment looks awkward. ”I was on a restroom break. She came in, spoke directly to Claire, and Claire called Hanna.”
”Oh. I see.” I realize that even Prescott has to pee, and I laugh. ”Oh dear.”
”Yes ma'am.” Prescott gives me an embarrassed grin, and it's the first time I've seen a chink in her armor. She has a lovely smile.
”I need to talk to Claire about protocol, again,” she says, her tone weary.
”Sure. Does Taylor know she's here?” I cross my fingers unconsciously, hoping she hasn't told Christian.
”I left a brief voice message for him.”
Oh.
”Then I only have a short time. I'd like to know what she wants.”