Chapter 10: Chapter 10

Elena, this is a courtesy call. I'mgifting you the business. I've been intouch with Debra Kingston; she'sdrawing up the paperwork. It's over. We can't do this anymore." "What? What are you talking about?"

"I mean it. I no longer have the energy for your bullshit. I asked you to leave Ana alone and you ignored my request. We reap what we sow, Mrs. Lincoln. It's over. Don't call me." "Chris "I hear the alarm in her voice as I hang up.

My phone buzzes immediately, her name flashing on my screen. Iswitch it off and look over my to-dolist.

I have about an hour before the press conference, so to take mymind off Elena, I pick up my office phone and call my brother.

"Hey, hotshot. Having second thoughts?"

"Fuck off, Elliot."

"She's having second thoughts?" He snickers.

"Could you silence your inner asshole for two minutes?"

"That long? Dubious."

"I'm buying a house."

"Whoa. For you and the future Mrs. Grey? That was quick. You knocked her up?"

"No!" For fuck's sake.

He cackles on his end of the phone. "Don't tell me. It's in Denny-Blaine or Laurelhurst?"

Ah, the tech millionaires' suburbs of choice.

"No."

"Medina?"

I laugh. "That's far too near Mom and Dad. It's on the water just north of Broadview."

"You're kidding."

"No. I want to watch the sun sink into the Sound, not rise above alake."

Elliot laughs. "Man. Who knew you were such a romantic?"

I scoff. I certainly didn't. "It needs gutting."

"It does?" That has Elliot'sinterest. "You want me torecommend someone?"

"No, dude. I want you to do it. Iwant something sustainable and environmentally friendly. You know, all the shit you champion at family meals." "Oh. Wow." He sounds surprised. "Can I see the place?"

"Yes, of course. I've not gone tocontract yet, but we're going ahead with surveys over the next week orso."

"Sure. This is rad. But you'll need an architect. I can only do so much."

"What was the name of the woman who oversaw the renovations in Aspen?"

"Um... Gia Matteo. She's cool. She's now at some fancy downtown firm."

"She did a great job at the house in Aspen. And I seem to remember she had an impressive and imaginative portfolio. Do you recommend her?"

"Yeah. Um... Sure."

"You sound hesitant."

"Well, you know. She's the kind of woman who doesn't take no for an answer."

"What do you mean?"

"She's...ambitious. Hungry. Driven to get what she wants."

"I've got no problem with that."

"Neither have I," says Elliot. "Infact, I rather like a predatory female."

"You do?" Well, Kavanagh fits that bill.

"She and I..." Elliot trails off.

I can't help my eye roll. Mybrother suffers from sexual incontinence. "Will that beawkward?"

"No. Of course not. She knows her shit."

"I'll call her. And take a look ather updated portfolio." I scribble down her name.

"Cool. Let me know when we can scout the place."

"Will do. Laters."

"Dude."

I hang up, wondering how many women he's fucked. I shake myhead. Does he know that Katherine Kavanagh has designs on him? Could he not see that over the weekend? I hope he doesn't end upwith her She is possibly the most annoying woman I know.

Sam has e-mailed the statement for the press conference, which is inhalf an hour. I review it and make some changes; as usual, his prose isoverwrought and pretentious. Sometimes I don't know why I hired him.

Twenty minutes later he'sknocking on my door.

"Christian. Are you ready?"

"So, Mr. Grey, are you suggesting that this could be sabotage?" the journalist from The Seattle Times asks.

"I'm not saying that at all. Weare keeping an open mind and waiting for the accident report."

"Congratulations on your engagement, Mr. Grey. How did you meet Anastasia Steele?" I think this woman is from Seattle Metropolitan.

"I'm not answering any specific questions about my private life. I'lljust reiterate, I'm thrilled she'sconsented to be my wife."

"That's the last question, thank you, ladies and gentlemen." Sam comes to my rescue and ushers meout of the GEH conference room.

Thank God that's over.

"You did well," Sam says, as if Ineed his approval. "I'm sure the press are going to want a picture ofyou and Anastasia together. I don'tthink they'll stop hounding you until they have one."

"I'll think about it. Right now Ijust want to go back to my office."

Sam smirks. "Of course, Christian. I'll send you a compilation of the conference press coverage when we get it."

"Thanks." Why is he smirking?

I step into the elevator and I'mdelighted to find that I have it tomyself. I check my phone. There are missed calls from Elena.

For heaven's sake, Mrs. Lincoln. We're done.

There's also an e-mail from Ana.

From: Anastasia Steele

Subject: The News!

Date: June 20 2011 16:55

To: Christian Grey

Mr. Grey

You give good press conference.

Why does that not surprise me?

You looked hot.

Loved your tie.

Ax

PS: Sabotage?

My hand strays to my tie. That Brioni tie. My favorite.

I looked hot. These words give me more pleasure than they should. I like to look hot for Ana, and her e-mail gives me an idea.

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