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From: Christian GreySubject: Even Twinings English Breakfast Tea?Date: May 30 2011 19:29To: Anastasia SteeleGoodnight Anastasia.I hope you and your sense of irony have a safe flight.Christian GreyCEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.Kate and I pull up outside the drop-off area at Sea-Tac Airport terminal. Leaning across,she hugs me.“Enjoy Barbados, Kate. Have a wonderful holiday.”“I’ll see you when I get back. Don’t let old moneybags grind you down.”“I won’t.”We hug again – and then I’m on my own. I head over to check-in and stand in line,waiting with my carry-on luggage. I haven’t bothered with a suitcase, just a smart rucksackthat Ray gave me for my last birthday.“Ticket please?” The bored young man behind the desk holds up his hand withoutlooking at me.Mirroring his boredom, I hand over my ticket and my driver’s license as ID. I am hopingfor a window seat if at all possible.“Okay, Miss Steele. You’ve been upgraded to first class.”“What?”“Ma’am, if you’d like to go through to the first class lounge and await your flightthere.” He seems to have woken up and is beaming at me like I’m the Christmas Fairy andthe Easter Bunny rolled into one.“Surely there’s some mistake.”“No, no.” He checks his computer screen again. “Anastasia Steele – upgrade.” Hesimpers at me.Ugh. I narrow my eyes. He hands me my boarding pass, and I head towards the firstclass lounge muttering under my breath. Damn Christian Grey, interfering control freak –he just can’t leave well enough alone.