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Ladies, Good luck in your new home, Christian Grey.Kate shakes her head in disapproval.“Why can’t he just write ‘from Christian’? And what’s with the weird helicopter balloon?”“Charlie Tango.”“What?”“Christian flew me to Seattle in his helicopter.” I shrug.Kate stares at me open mouthed. I have to say – I love these occasions – Katherine Kavanagh,silent and floored, they are so rare. I take a brief and luxurious moment to enjoy it.“Yep, he has a helicopter, which he flew himself,” I state proudly.“Of course the obscenely rich bastard has a helicopter. Why didn’t you tell me?” Katelooks accusingly at me, but she’s smiling, shaking her head in disbelief.“I’ve had a lot on my mind lately.”She frowns.“Are you going to be okay while I’m away?”“Of course.” I answer reassuringly. New city, no job… nut-job boyfriend.“Did you give him our address?“No, but stalking is one <strong>of</strong> his specialties.” I muse, matter-<strong>of</strong>-fact.Kate’s brow knits further.“Somehow I’m not surprised. He worries me, Ana. At least it’s a good champagneand it’s chilled.”Of course, only Christian would send chilled champagne or get his secretary to do it…or maybe Taylor. We open it there and then and find our teacups - they were the last itemsto be packed.“Bollinger Grande Année Rosé 1999, an excellent vintage.” I grin at Kate, and weclink teacups.I wake early to a gray Sunday morning after a surprisingly refreshing night’s sleep and lieawake staring at my crates. You should really be unpacking these, my subconscious nags,pursing her harpy lips together. No… today’s the day. My inner goddess is beside herself,hopping from foot to foot. Anticipation hangs heavy and portentous over my head like adark tropical storm cloud. Butterflies flood my belly – as well as a darker, carnal, captivatingache as I try to imagine what he will do to me… and <strong>of</strong> course, I have to sign thatdamned contract or do I? I hear the ping <strong>of</strong> incoming mail from the mean machine on thefloor beside my bed.From: Christian GreySubject: My Life in NumbersDate: May 29 2011 08:04To: Anastasia Steele

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