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Chapter 63
Chapter 63
From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: My Issues... What about Your Issues?
Date: May 24 2011 18:29
To: Christian Grey
Sir
Please note the date of origin: 1580-90. I would respectfully remind Sir that the year is 2011. We have
come a long way since then.
May I offer a definition for you to consider for our meeting: compromise [kom-pr uh-mahyz] - noun
1. a settlement of differences by mutual concessions; an agreement reached by adjustment of
conflicting or opposing claims, principles, etc., by reciprocal modification of demands. 2. the result of
such a settlement. 3. something intermediate between different things: The split-level is a compromise
between a ranch house and a multistoried house.
4. an endangering, esp. of reputation; exposure to danger, suspicion, etc.: a compro-
mise of one's integrity.
Ana
From: Christian Grey
Subject: What about My Issues?
Date: May 24 2011 18:32
To: Anastasia Steele
Good point, well made, as ever, Miss Steele. I will collect you from your apartment at 7:00 tomorrow.
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: 2011 - Women can drive
Date: May 24 2011 18:40
To: Christian Grey
Sir
I have a car. I can drive.
I would prefer to meet you somewhere.
Where shall I meet you?
At your hotel at 7:00?
Ana
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Stubborn Young Women
Date: May 24 2011 18:43
To: Anastasia Steele
Dear Miss Steele
I refer to my email dated May 24, 2011 sent at 1:27 and the definition contained therein.
Do you ever think you'll be able to do what you're told?
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: Intractable Men All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.
Date: May 24 2011 18:49
To: Christian Grey
Mr. Grey
I would like to drive.
Please.
Ana
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Exasperated Men
Date: May 24 2011 18:52
To: Anastasia Steele
Fine.
My hotel at 7:00.
I'll meet you in the Marble Bar.
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
He's even grumpy by email. Doesn't he understand that I may need to make a quick get-awayNot that
my Beetle is quick... but still - I need a means of escape.
From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: Not So Intractable Men
Date: May 24 2011 18:55
To: Christian Grey
Thank you.
Ana x
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Exasperating Women
Date: May 24 2011 18:59
To: Anastasia Steele
You're welcome.
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
I call Ray, who is just about to watch the Sounders play some soccer team from Salt Lake City, so our
conversation is mercifully brief. He's driving down on Thursday for graduation. He wants to take me out
afterward for a meal. My heart swells talking to Ray, and a huge lump knots in my throat. He has been
my constant through all mom's romantic ups and downs. We have a special bond that I treasure. Even
though he's my stepdad, he's always treated me as his own, and I can't wait to see him. It's been too
long. His quiet fortitude is what I need now, what I miss. Maybe I can channel my inner Ray for my
meeting tomorrow.
Kate and I concentrate on packing, sharing a bottle of cheap red wine as we do. When I finally go to
bed, having almost finished packing my room, I feel calmer. The physical activity of boxing everything
up has been a welcome distraction, and I'm tired. I want a good night's sleep. I snuggle into my bed
and am soon asleep.
Paul is back from Princeton before he sets off for New York to start an internship with a financing
company. He follows me round the store all day asking me for a date. It's annoying.
"Paul, for the hundredth time, I have a date this evening."
"No, you don't, you're just saying that to avoid me. You're always avoiding me."
Yes... you'd think you'd take the hint.
"Paul, I never thought it was a good idea to date the boss's brother."
"You're finishing here on Friday. You're not working tomorrow."
"And I'll be in Seattle as of Saturday and you'll be in New York soon. We couldn't get much further apart
if we tried. Besides, I do have a date this evening."
"With Jose?"
"No."
"Who then?"
"Paul... oh." My sigh is exasperated. He's not going to let this go. "Christian Grey." I cannot help the
annoyance in my voice. But it does the trick. Paul's mouth falls open, and he gapes at me, struck
dumb. Humph - even his name renders people speechless.
"You have a date with Christian Grey," he says finally, once he's over the shock. Disbelief is evident in
his voice.
"Yes."
"I see." Paul looks positively crestfallen, stunned even, and a very small part resents that he should find
this a surprise. My inner goddess does too. She makes a very vulgar and unattractive gesture at him
with her fingers.
After that, he ignores me, and at five I am out of the door, pronto.
Kate has lent me two dresses and two pairs of shoes for tonight and for graduation tomorrow. I wish I
could feel more enthused about clothes and make an extra effort, but clothes are just not my thing.
What is your thing, Anastasia Christian's softly spoken question haunts me. Shaking my head and
endeavoring to quell my nerves, I decide on the plum-colored sheath dress for this evening. It's demure
and vaguely business-like - after all, I am negotiating a contract.
I shower, shave my legs and underarms, wash my hair, and then spend a good half-hour drying it so
that it falls in soft waves to my br**sts and down my back. I slip a comb in to keep one side off my face
and apply mascara and some lip-gloss. I rarely wear make-up - it intimidates me. None of my literary
heroines had to deal with make-up - maybe I'd know more about it if they had. I slip on the plum-
colored stilettos that match the dress, and I'm ready by six-thirty.
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