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“
I
haven
’
t
made
any
plans
,
Mr
.
Grey
.
I
just
need
to
get
through
my
final
exams
.
”
Which
I
should
be
studying
for
right
now
,
rather
than
sitting
in
your
palatial
,
swanky
,
sterile
office
,
feeling
uncomfortable
under
your
penetrating
gaze
.
“
We
run
an
excellent
internship
program
here
,
”
he
says
quietly
.
I
raise
my
eyebrows
in
surprise
.
Is
he
offering
me
a
job
?
“
Oh
.
I
’
ll
bear
that
in
mind
,
”
I
murmur
,
confounded
.
“
Though
I
’
m
not
sure
I
’
d
fit
in
here
.
”
Oh
no
.
I
’
m
musing
out
loud
again
.
“
Why
do
you
say
that
?
”
He
tilts
his
head
to
one
side
,
intrigued
,
a
hint
of
a
smile
playing
on
his
lips
.
“
It
’
s
obvious
,
isn
’
t
it
?
”
I
’
m
uncoordinated
,
scruffy
,
and
I
’
m
not
blonde
.
“
Not
to
me
.
”
His
gaze
is
intense
,
all
humor
gone
,
and
strange
muscles
deep
in
my
belly
clench
suddenly
.
I
tear
my
eyes
away
from
his
scrutiny
and
stare
blindly
down
at
my
knotted
fingers
.
What
’
s
going
on
?
I
have
to
go
—
now
.
I
lean
forward
to
retrieve
the
recorder
.
“
Would
you
like
me
to
show
you
around
?
”
he
asks
.
“
I
’
m
sure
you
’
re
far
too
busy
,
Mr
.
Grey
,
and
I
do
have
a
long
drive
.
”
“
You
’
re
driving
back
to
Vancouver
?
”
He
sounds
surprised
,
anxious
even
.
He
glances
out
of
the
window
.
It
’
s
begun
to
rain
.
“
Well
,
you
’
d
better
drive
carefully
.
”
His
tone
is
stern
,
authoritative
.
Why
should
he
care
?
“
Did
you
get
everything
you
need
?
”
he
adds
.
