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“
The
questions
will
see
you
through
.
Go
.
It
’
s
a
long
drive
.
I
don
’
t
want
you
to
be
late
.
”
“
Okay
,
I
’
m
going
.
Get
back
to
bed
.
I
made
you
some
soup
to
heat
up
later
.
”
I
stare
at
her
fondly
.
Only
for
you
,
Kate
,
would
I
do
this
.
“
I
will
.
Good
luck
.
And
thanks
,
Ana
—
as
usual
,
you
’
re
my
lifesaver
.
”
Gathering
my
backpack
,
I
smile
wryly
at
her
,
then
head
out
the
door
to
the
car
.
I
cannot
believe
I
have
let
Kate
talk
me
into
this
.
But
then
Kate
can
talk
anyone
into
anything
.
She
’
ll
make
an
exceptional
journalist
.
She
’
s
articulate
,
strong
,
persuasive
,
argumentative
,
beautiful
—
and
she
’
s
my
dearest
,
dearest
friend
.
THE
ROADS
ARE
CLEAR
as
I
set
off
from
Vancouver
,
Washington
,
toward
Interstate
5
.
It
’
s
early
,
and
I
don
’
t
have
to
be
in
Seattle
until
two
this
afternoon
.
Fortunately
,
Kate
has
lent
me
her
sporty
Mercedes
CLK
.
I
’
m
not
sure
Wanda
,
my
old
VW
Beetle
,
would
make
the
journey
in
time
.
Oh
,
the
Merc
is
a
fun
drive
,
and
the
miles
slip
away
as
I
hit
the
pedal
to
the
metal
.
My
destination
is
the
headquarters
of
Mr
.
Grey
’
s
global
enterprise
.
It
’
s
a
huge
twenty
-
story
office
building
,
all
curved
glass
and
steel
,
an
architect
’
s
utilitarian
fantasy
,
with
GREY
HOUSE
written
discreetly
in
steel
over
the
glass
front
doors
.
It
’
s
a
quarter
to
two
when
I
arrive
,
greatly
relieved
that
I
’
m
not
late
as
I
walk
into
the
enormous
—
and
frankly
intimidating
—
glass
,
steel
,
and
white
sandstone
lobby
.
Behind
the
solid
sandstone
desk
,
a
very
attractive
,
groomed
,
blonde
young
woman
smiles
pleasantly
at
me
.
She
’
s
wearing
the
sharpest
charcoal
suit
jacket
and
white
shirt
I
have
ever
seen
.
She
looks
immaculate
.
“
I
’
m
here
to
see
Mr
.
Grey
.
Anastasia
Steele
for
Katherine
Kavanagh
.
”
“
Excuse
me
one
moment
,
Miss
Steele
.
”
She
arches
her
eyebrow
as
I
stand
self
-
consciously
before
her
.
I
’
m
beginning
to
wish
I
’
d
borrowed
one
of
Kate
’
s
formal
blazers
rather
than
worn
my
navy
-
blue
jacket
.
I
have
made
an
effort
and
worn
my
one
and
only
skirt
,
my
sensible
brown
knee
-
length
boots
,
and
a
blue
sweater
.
For
me
,
this
is
smart
.
I
tuck
one
of
the
escaped
tendrils
of
my
hair
behind
my
ear
as
I
pretend
she
doesn
’
t
intimidate
me
.
“
Miss
Kavanagh
is
expected
.
Please
sign
in
here
,
Miss
Steele
.
You
’
ll
want
the
last
elevator
on
the
right
,
press
for
the
twentieth
floor
.
”
She
smiles
kindly
at
me
,
amused
no
doubt
,
as
I
sign
in
.
