Just fucking leave it! I know I’ll see her at the graduation ceremony. But I can’t leave it. Before my shower, I send her another text. Call me.
I just need to know she’s safe. AFTER BREAKFAST THERE’S STILL no word from Ana. To get her out of my head I work for a couple of
hours on my commencement speech. At the graduation ceremony later this morning I’ll be honoring the extraordinary work of the environmental sciences department and the progress they’ve made in partnership with GEH in arable technology for developing countries. “All part of your feed-the-world plan?” Ana’s shrewd words echo in my head, and they nudge at last night’s nightmare. I shrug it off as I rewrite. Sam, my VP for publicity, has sent a draft that is way too pretentious for me. It takes me an hour to rework his media-speak bullshit into something more human. Nine thirty and still no word from Ana. Her radio silence is worrying—and frankly rude. I call, but her phone goes straight to a generic voice mail message. I hang up. Show some dignity, Grey. There’s a ping in my inbox, and my heartbeat spikes—but it’s from Mia. In spite of my bad mood, I smile. I’ve missed that kid.
From: Mia G. Chef Extraordinaire Subject: Flights Date: May 26 2011 18:32 GMT-1 To: Christian Grey Hey, Christian, I can’t wait to get out of here! Rescue me. Please. My flight number on Saturday is AF3622. It arrives at 12:22 p.m. and Dad is making me fly coach! *pouting! I will have lots of luggage. Love. Love. Love Paris fashion. Mom says you have a girlfriend. Is this true? What’s she like? I NEED TO KNOW!!!!! See you Saturday. Missed you so much. À bientôt mon frère. Mxxxxxxxxx
Published on Jun 2, 2016