It would be most ungallant of me to say, and I have already been chastised for that. But if you behave yourself, I may tell you this evening. I do have to go into a meeting now. Laters, baby. Christian Grey CEO, Cad & Scoundrel, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
With a broad grin I slip on my tie, grab my jacket, and head downstairs to find Taylor. JUST OVER AN HOUR later, I’m winding up my meeting with the Savannah Brownfield Redevelopment
Authority. Georgia has a great deal to offer, and the team has promised GEH some serious tax incentives. There’s a knock at the door and Taylor enters the small conference room. His face looks grim, but what’s more worrying is that he never, ever interrupts my meetings. My scalp prickles. Ana? Is she okay? “Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen,” he says to all of us. “Yes, Taylor,” I ask, and he approaches and speaks discreetly in my ear. “We have a situation at home concerning Miss Leila Williams.” Leila? What the hell? And part of me is relieved that it’s not Ana. “Would you excuse me, please?” I ask the two men and two women from the SBRA. In the hallway, Taylor’s tone is grave as he apologizes once more for interrupting my meeting. “Don’t worry. Tell me what’s happened.” “Miss Williams is in an ambulance on the way to the ER at Seattle Free Hope.” “Ambulance?” “Yes, sir. She broke into the apartment and made a suicide attempt in front of Mrs. Jones.” Fuck. “Suicide?” Leila? In my apartment? “She slashed her wrist. Gail went with her in the ambulance. She’s informed me that the EMTs arrived in time and Miss Williams is not in any immediate danger.” “Why Escala? Why in front of Gail?” I’m shocked. Taylor shakes his head. “I don’t know, sir. Neither does Gail. She can’t get any sense out of Miss Williams. Apparently, she only wants to talk to you.” “Fuck.” “Exactly, sir,” Taylor says without judgment. I scrape my hands through my hair, trying to grasp the magnitude of what Leila has done. What the hell am I supposed to do? Why did she come to me? Was she expecting to see me? Where’s her husband? What’s happened to him? “How’s Gail?” “A little shaken.” “I’m not surprised.” “I thought you should know, sir.”