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When
I
glance
up
at
Christian
Grey
,
he
’
s
watching
us
like
a
hawk
,
his
eyes
hooded
and
speculative
,
his
mouth
a
hard
,
impassive
line
.
He
’
s
changed
from
the
weirdly
attentive
customer
to
someone
else
—
someone
cold
and
distant
.
“
Paul
,
I
’
m
with
a
customer
.
Someone
you
should
meet
,
”
I
say
,
trying
to
defuse
the
antagonism
I
see
in
Grey
’
s
expression
.
I
drag
Paul
over
to
meet
him
,
and
they
size
each
other
up
.
The
atmosphere
is
suddenly
arctic
.
“
Er
,
Paul
,
this
is
Christian
Grey
.
Mr
.
Grey
,
this
is
Paul
Clayton
.
His
brother
owns
the
place
.
”
And
for
some
irrational
reason
,
I
feel
I
have
to
explain
a
bit
more
.
“
I
’
ve
known
Paul
ever
since
I
’
ve
worked
here
,
though
we
don
’
t
see
each
other
that
often
.
He
’
s
back
from
Princeton
,
where
he
’
s
studying
business
administration
.
”
I
’
m
babbling
…
Stop
now
!
“
Mr
.
Clayton
.
”
Grey
holds
his
hand
out
,
his
look
unreadable
.
“
Mr
.
Grey
.
”
Paul
returns
his
handshake
.
“
Wait
up
—
not
the
Christian
Grey
?
Of
Grey
Enterprises
Holdings
?
”
Paul
goes
from
surly
to
awestruck
in
less
than
a
nanosecond
.
Grey
gives
him
a
polite
smile
that
doesn
’
t
reach
his
eyes
.
“
Wow
—
is
there
anything
I
can
get
you
?
”
“
Anastasia
has
it
covered
,
Mr
.
Clayton
.
She
’
s
been
very
attentive
.
”
His
expression
is
impassive
,
but
his
words
…
it
’
s
like
he
’
s
saying
something
else
entirely
.
It
’
s
baffling
.
“
Cool
,
”
Paul
responds
.
“
Catch
you
later
,
Ana
.
”
