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Olivia
returns
with
a
glass
of
iced
water
.
“
Here
you
go
,
Miss
Steele
.
”
“
Thank
you
.
”
Blonde
Number
Two
marches
over
to
the
large
desk
,
her
heels
clicking
and
echoing
on
the
sandstone
floor
.
She
sits
down
,
and
they
both
continue
their
work
.
Perhaps
Mr
.
Grey
insists
on
all
his
employees
being
blonde
.
I
’
m
wondering
idly
if
that
’
s
legal
,
when
the
office
door
opens
and
a
tall
,
elegantly
dressed
,
attractive
African
American
man
with
short
dreads
exits
.
I
have
definitely
worn
the
wrong
clothes
.
He
turns
and
says
through
the
door
,
“
Golf
this
week
,
Grey
?
”
I
don
’
t
hear
the
reply
.
He
turns
,
sees
me
,
and
smiles
,
his
dark
eyes
crinkling
at
the
corners
.
Olivia
has
jumped
up
and
called
the
elevator
.
She
seems
to
excel
at
jumping
from
her
seat
.
She
’
s
more
nervous
than
me
!
“
Good
afternoon
,
ladies
,
”
he
says
as
he
departs
through
the
sliding
door
.
“
Mr
.
Grey
will
see
you
now
,
Miss
Steele
.
Do
go
through
,
”
Blonde
Number
Two
says
.
I
stand
rather
shakily
,
trying
to
suppress
my
nerves
.
Gathering
up
my
backpack
,
I
abandon
my
glass
of
water
and
make
my
way
to
the
partially
open
door
.
