Room of Pain. I shake my head, smiling, and check my e-mail. That woman has a way with words, but so far there are no words from her today. I change from my suit to my sweats to get ready for the hotel gym. As I’m about to leave my room, I hear a ping. It’s her.
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-pruh-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 compromise of one’s integrity. Ana
What a surprise, a provocative e-mail from Miss Steele, but our meeting is still happening. Well, that’s a relief.
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.
My phone buzzes. It’s Elliot. “Hey, hotshot. Kate’s asked me to hassle you about the move.” “The move?” “Kate and Ana, help moving, you dipshit.” I give him an exaggerated sigh. He really is a crude asshole. “I can’t help. I’m meeting Mia at the