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Chapter 11 | It’s Up To Me
“TAYLOR!” I yell from the foyer as Ella and I burst into the house.
“Yes sir.” Taylor appears with his hand on the gun I didn’t know he had with him.
Something ELSE to discuss with dear ‘ole Taylor.
I ignore him re-holstering his gun and make introductions as we enter the living room. “Jason Taylor, this is Ella Brown. Ella this is Taylor, he’s my Head of Security.”
He takes his hand off his weapon then says “Ma’am.” And gives a curt little nods, but he doesn’t accept her proffered hand. I’m actually stunned. Professional Taylor is nothing new, but this guy is someone I’ve never met.
Down Jason, she’s not the enemy.
I know he and Gail are fiercely loyal to Ana, but we’ve discussed Ella is detail so I don’t get it.
“Taylor, Miss Brown has information about the breach in Miss Steele’s computer.”
He raises an eyebrow and says, “Oh she does? Pray tell Miss Brown?” What is with the attitude Taylor? She is here to help Ana as well.
“Taylor, Miss Brown is here to HELP us. She’s not here to take over and she’s not here to be looked down upon. Just as easily as she can give her help she can take it away. So please, lose the ‘tude’, ok?” I don’t want to scold a grown man, but this shit is totally out of character for him and it’s gotten on my last fucking nerve. These people need to learn about me. They say they care then why the fuck do I feel like they want to keep my locked away from anyone and everyone except Ana. Am I not to be trusted around other people?
Easy Grey. We need to get through one situation at a time. Right now, it’s about Ana and her not being able to contact you. Stick with me here. You can light into his shit another time. Right now, focus.
Fine, but later he gets it.
He looks offended, but right this fucking second I don’t give a rat’s ass. Just get this shit sorted out.
“Miss Brown, what information do you have?” His tone is dry, his face is set on impassive and his behavior is deplorable. I’m fucking embarrassed to call him my employee right now.
Ella goes into her monologue about Isaac, his abilities with technology specifically computer hacking. “But that means he would have to be in the area of Miss Steele’s apartment in order to access her Internet signal. Are you proposing he sat on her porch while he did all of this?” She looks up slowly and I see it is the same look she gave her brothers as she reminded them of her ninja capabilities.
“Mr. Taylor is it?” Taylor nods.
“First, I do not intend to be spoken to that way. Second, if you do not want my information then I will gladly piss off and save my oxygen for the next time I dry heave, the choice is yours. Third, I suspect by your obvious military training you learned how to spot bullshit at a thousand yards; therefore, based on your snide remarks, curt tone and overall chauvinistic behavior I must have hit the mark and your pride is sore. To prevent you any further discomfort, you can grovel to me when you need more information. Oh and I suggest you upgrade your search tactics and contact lists.” She quips.
‘I suggest you upgrade you search tactics and contact lists.’ That remark took him for a loop. He just stands there.
“Good evening…’gentlemen’.” Ella nods her head quickly then marches out of the room.
What the fuck is the deal? “Ella, wait!” I glare at Taylor. This woman has information we need. Fuck his pride and mine too. I reach her as she’s putter her hand on the doorknob, “Ella, please do not leave. We need your help. I need your help. Forget about the male egos and just tell us what you know so we can get this shit fixed.”
“Love, I can out investigate him,” she motions over her shoulder at Taylor, “with instructions from a box of Cracker Jacks and tips from a Nancy Drew mystery. If you want this sorted out, we Browns will sort it out, but that arrogant fucker won’t be involved. Like I told you, my grandfather will be the only point of contact and his investigators do…not…fail. Meet me at the family home tomorrow evening after work. I’ll introduce you to two of the most civilized gentlemen in this solar system and we’ll take care of ‘the interference’. See you then Love.” And out she goes.
I return to the living room, tired, pissed and embarrassed. What the fuck is Taylor’s issue? “TAYLOR!” I bark. This is bullshit. Taylor is always the epitome of professionalism no matter what the situation. He always listens if for no other reason than to point out the inadequacies in the information he received. This time, he didn’t even hear what the information was.
“Yes sir.” He can snarl all he wants, we need her help.
“What the fuck is your problem? She’s here to help. She’s on our side, MY side, in all of this. What the fuck gives?”
“Welch and I will gladly review whatever documentation Miss Br…”
“She doesn’t keep documentation Taylor. She has a photographic memory. She read the information herself and committed it to memory. Is there a problem with that?”
Unfazed by my statement he says, “Mr. Grey, how much do you know about Miss Brown? Who is she? What does she want from you? Is she asking for…”
I cut him off. I know he of all people didn’t just say that. He is constantly telling me to lighten up about people being after my money. “PAY? Is she asking for money? Is that what you want to know Taylor?”
“Have either you or Welch ever heard of EB, Pty?” He looks at me with a blank expression, but I know that look. He has no fucking idea who or what I’m talking about. “I thought not. EB Pty is THE largest and most powerful unlimited proprietary company in the southern hemisphere. EB Pty is what I fantasize GEH becoming one day. Miss Brown has access to more money than I do in my wildest, wettest dream. She gives a fuck about me, as a friend, almost family, and my happiness not my money.” She alone, right this second is worth more than I am and she has not worked a significant job a day in her life yet.
I’m so fucking tired of bullshit. I can’t deal with him anymore tonight. “Good night Taylor.” I do not wait for a response. I march to my room, slam the door and let out a sigh of frustration. God, please let Ella help me, please.
Hello Pet, are you not glad to hear from your Mistress? You disappointed me, again, my beautiful Pet. You were my favorite, but if you continue to disrespect me you will fall out of my favor. Do you understand Pet? I’m in her dungeon. She has me strapped, naked, to the cold bare stone wall. I’m blindfolded. Her voice seems to come from everywhere around me; the sound pierces my brain and has me on high alert. She’s never sounded this frigid and calculating before.
NO! Go away…leave me alone…you hurt me…you’re bad, you’re mean…my voice sounds high, loud and very afraid.
Hush, hush Pet, I saved you. I saved you from yourself. I showed you the error of your ways and put you on the path to success. Everything you have is because of me. I own all of your happiness Pet. Do not forget that. Her cold hand is stroking my face and then my neck. She stops at my collarbone. She intended to touch my chest.
NO! Go away…leave me alone…you hurt me…you didn’t love me…all I feel is pain and despair and hate; it’s seeping into my soul. Where the fuck am I? I can’t see anything and I only hear her voice.
LOVE IS FOR FOOLS PET! How many times do I have to tell you that? Love is for the weak. Love is messy and a waste of time. It is more trouble than it is worth Pet. Strength, dominance and control are the only characteristics worth developing, worth having. Only these abilities lead to success and with success these skills are honed.
NO! Go away…leave me alone…I need love…I need friends, I need family…I feel myself getting weak. It’s as if my life’s energy is being drained from my body the longer I’m here…wherever here is.
It is that submissive who turned you against me, that mousey, little, gold digging submissive. You trust her, you believe her instead of your Mistress? It angers me Pet.
I don’t have a submissive! I have Ana and you can’t keep us apart. I love Ana and she loves me. Ana will be here. Ana will help me. Ana will save me from you. ANA! HELP ME ANA! ANA! Where is she? Where is my Ana? I need her help. Only she can lead me out of this darkness. I need her. I need her light.
HA! You sound pathetic Pet. You sound like a fool. “Ana will help me…Ana loves me…boo, hoo, hoo. Poor Christian, he needs HIS Ana to protect him. HA! As she mocks me, I feel myself getting weaker. I feel myself giving up. Ana, where are you?
She will take all of your money, she will leave you with nothing and you will come crawling back to me. I WILL have you again. DO YOU HEAR ME PET? I WILL HAVE YOU AGAIN! YOU…ARE…MINE!
NO! NO! ANA! ANA HELP ME! The darkness. Darkness is surrounding me. I can’t breath. I can’t move. I feel the darkness taking over me. How did I get here? How do I get out of this place? ANA, PLEASE HELP ME!!!
I bolt straight up in bed, sweating profusely, my hear racing and I can’t catch my breath. I find myself tangled in the bed sheets. It was as if I was fighting to get free.
As I wait for Ella to arrive, I have enough time for a quick call to the States and because the noise level is just the right decibel, I don’t sound out of place when I yell, “WELCH! Fucking forget about it, Miss Brown is point on this. If you want to be involved you and Taylor will have to kiss her ass and see what she tells you” then I slam the phone down.
I cussed Welch and Taylor out for hours. I’ll let Ella, her grandfather and her father handle this one…end of. She has the intel and better, more reliable resources. I may not be a fucking genius but I’m not a fool either. I know when I’m at my limit and I know to turn to the experts when it’s necessary. Compared to the Browns, Taylor and Welch are nothing.
“Hello Love. Waiting for me are you?” She came sauntering over in her slim black pencil skirt, fitted white button up blouse, matching black suit jacket and a pair of black, soft tanned leather, sky-high fuck me Manolo Blahnik’s, her signature shoe.
Hmm, never considered them, huh Grey?
I guess she had interviews today.
Those shoes aren’t included in the ‘What to Wear to an Interview Handbook’ are they?
No comment. She asked me to meet her at the coffee shop after I was done at Grey House this evening. We are going to meet with her father and grandfather about what is now affectionately being referred to as ‘The Interference’.
“Why yes Miss Brown, I’m waiting for you. Did you have interviews today?” She nods yes. “How’d they go?”
“I believe I’ll get a position with one of the local aquariums which is a good start. I have to make my mark somehow.” I frown at that statement. She sounds like Ana.
“Don’t frown Love. People know my name, my face and my family. That means I have to work harder to prove I’m not a slacker. My grandfather would have my ass about that. Even I recognize that what you know allows you to capitalize on who you know.”
“Too many rich kids think their family name will take them to the top. The only thing my family name does is open the door. It’s up to me to step through, barge in or barely skid by on my ass. I’m not pushy, I’m independent and will fight, but I won’t shit on the hand that feeds me. I prefer to step in like a lamb and work like a lion. The world will look at me because I am Ella Brown. The world will pay attention to me because Ella Brown knows what the fuck she’s talking about.” She ends with a curt nod of her head.
Do I dare tell Ana she needs to talk with Ella.
Hold off Grey. Let’s get Steele here and be sure you still have a fiancée first, ok?
“Now, let’s settle this ‘interference’ of yours so you and Anastasia will be together, happily ever after.” She smiles brightly, takes my hand and pulls me out of the coffee shop.
The Brown Family home is not far from my own. As we step into the foyer Ella yells, “Dad, Granddad are you home?” She sounds like a kid coming home from school. It makes me smile.
“Ellie, we are in the study. Is he with you?” A deep voice booms back to her. HE? Damn, am I in trouble or something
“Yeah, and you just scared him.” She giggles at the look on my face. Then, if it is possible her smile just got bigger and she winked at me. All I can do is shake my head.
She is too much.
“Smart boy. Bring him in here.” We enter the study and I freeze. Her father and grandfather are both my height with the signature square jaw line and almond-shaped eyes, only they both have curly, light auburn hair and grey eyes. The gentlemen smile broadly and motion for me to enter the room. I’ve seen these men before. Just like Ella, there’s something about them…I KNOW I’VE SEEN THEM BEFORE.
“Nice to meet you Mr. Grey,” the younger of the two men steps forward and shakes my hand, strong but still friendly “I am Ellie’s father Emmett Brown and this” he motions to the older gentleman behind the large oak desk “is my father Edward Brown.”
The senior Mr. Brown simply nods and says, “We are pleased to meet you Mr. Grey. Our Ellie regards you highly. That is not something we take lightly. Ellie is a superb judge of character. Consider yourself privileged.”
I look to my left at Ella, who is dramatically rolling her eyes. “Thank you both for helping me Mr. Brown, Mr. Brown. Ella has been a wonderful friend to me since I came to Townsville. I respect her and value her opinion.” The men exchange a glance then Ella and her father leave me alone with the patriarch of the family.
Mr. Brown moves forward in his chair then says “May I call you Christian?”
“Certainly Mr. Brown.” As much as I won’t admit it to anyone outside of this room, the fact that this man is speaking with me about any issue, especially a non-business issue is an honor.
“Call me Edward. Christian, I do not mince words and I do not care if I step on toes. If you are thin-skinned, you will need to leave now and I will handle this matter according to Ella’s recommendations. She can play liaison.”
We look each other directly in the eyes, neither of us blinking. After a long pause he continues, “Good man. Ella is quite taken with you. She is never taken with anyone or anything. She is very analytical and can be lockstep at times, but she is never emotional. It will make her a formidable CEO when her time comes. Make no mistake, she WILL do as I say and she KNOWS it.”
Note to self, GEH needs to stay in good graces with EB, Pty. We KNOW first hand how off the chain ‘Ninja Girl’ can get.
“My granddaughter and I have a unique relationship. No matter how much I love my son and grandsons, as it was with her aunt before her, my counsel with Ella is the final word on any and all business deals EB, Pty has had since the day she could follow the sound of my voice as an infant.” What the fuck! Is this old guy crazy? “She has never steered me wrong.”
“The interference in your life has to go…period. It cannot be controlled, it cannot be redirected and it cannot be contained. Those options are not sufficient to garner the desired result for the appropriate amount of time…period. Any questions, concerns or comments Mr. Grey?”
“Good, this is what we know…” the Browns found out and confirmed, with one phone call, that Isaac canvassed the Pike Market area coffee shops as well as the actual market until he got close enough to catch the ISP signal for Kate and Ana’s apartment. Why Kavanaugh’s father let her name the network ‘Laters_Babe’ is beyond me. Anyone who has heard Elliott fart knows that is his signature shit. Anyway, he got the signal and breached the network security. Once there he had free reign. So upon whoever’s request he cut Ana and my line of communication.
The ‘tainted text’ came from a disposable cellphone number, but Mr. Brown’s forensic technology investigators traced the shit all the way back to the store where the purchase was made. CCTV showed Isaac as the buyer.
Isaac has no reason to even blink in either my or Ana’s direction. His Mistress is a different story. Ultimately, we have who and we have how, why is the mystery; not really. Mr. Brown asked if we needed “further assistance with ‘the interference’”. I thanked him for all of his efforts and told him not at this time. I asked if there was a change in the situation would he be available and he told me, “As long as my Ella says I should be available to you, then I will” on that note we shook hands and I left.
Ella was nowhere to be found as I made my way back to the foyer. A sound in the darkness caught me off guard. “Ahem, Christian.” Shit! The fucker scared me. They are a sneaky bunch aren’t they?
It was Ella’s father. “Yes Mr. Brown.”
“Emmett, please. I wanted to thank you for befriending my little Ellie. She has always been such a lonely child. Our money and position were a hindrance to her having genuine friends when she was younger. Ella is a mixture of her mother’s kind, caring nature, my sister’s innocence and intelligence and my own fire and stubbornness. Ellie will give you the shoes off her feet then carry you to safety. They do not make women like her anymore.”
“Her kindness has been taken for blindness in the past, so much so that she closed herself off to everyone, except my father and myself. After her mother passed away and then my sister, Ellie became more introverted. She was ‘lost’ behind her beautiful blue eyes.” He shakes his head as if remembering a particular instance.
“Since she met you, she has come alive. It is almost like she has a reason for living. Her brothers are jealous of you and your relationship with Ellie. They are older than her and were living their own lives when Ellie was…” He does not finish. “Do not worry about them. I believe she put them in their place at your last committee meeting. They will not bother you again.” He lowers his voice when he says, “She can be VERY persuasive. We all worry that once your situation is righted, your friendship will end and the old Ellie will return. It is a sad thought. So forgive us our protectiveness of our princess.” In his grey eyes, so much like my own, I see a fear for his daughter and her wellbeing.
“Mr. Brown, Ella has taught me a great deal and I value our friendship like no other. I can proudly say that after my fiancée, Ella is my only friend. I have been upfront, honest and by all means respectful of her. I have nothing to gain by breaking her heart. Somehow, she’s become family to me.”
Mr. Brown’s face softens and his eyes shine silver in the dim light of the foyer. “It was good to meet you Christian. We WILL raze ‘The Interference’ should you so desire.” We shake hands again and he claps me hard on my shoulder. Again, somewhere in my mind registers, I’ve seen this man before. There’s a flash in my mind’s eye of a black and white photograph, but just a quickly as it appeared, it’s gone.
“It was good to meet you as well and thank you sir.” Once out of the house, I look up to my left and see a tiny figure in a window. I believe it is Ella, her long hair over her shoulder and her tiny hand waving to me. I wave back then get in my car and leave.
When I get home, I don’t even bother with Taylor. He and Welch have proven useless in this whole matter. I eat whatever Gail set aside for me, shower, jump into my pajama pants and rush to the telephone like a love struck teenager.
“Hey Baby, how are you? Are you excited? I cannot wait to see you. You are going to love the house and my new GEH office. I can’t wait to show you my study, and the TV room and the library and the bedroom…” I can’t help my run-on of questions and statements. Just thinking of her here has me happy, relieved and horny as hell. God, it has been SOOO long. I feel myself start to tingle all over.
No way buddy, we’ve made it this long. No hand jobs and no more cold showers. Use some of that control of yours and relax.
I can’t help but rub my cock through my pajama pants as she speaks, “I get it Christian, I get it. I have news for you, I can’t wait to show you my new pink lace bra and panty set and my green lace bra and panty set and what is under my lace bra and panty sets” then my baby giggles and my heart melts.
“God I can’t wait to be with you.”
DAMMIT GREY! If you don’t get your hand off of me you will need a little blue pill when she get’s here!
I hear rustling in the background. “You know you don’t have to pack right? We can buy whatever you want when you get here.”
“Including a toothbrush?”
I smile at her question. “I have a sneaking suspicion I can find a toothbrush for you on this side of the Equator Miss Steele.”
“Cool. I’ll stop packing then. Now, let me go to work so I can get done and get to you. I love you Christian.”
“I love you too Baby. I love you too.” After we end the call I sigh deeply and look at my pajama pants. Sorry fellas, I couldn’t help it. You know?
We know and we’re pissed. Don’t do that shit again or you’ll regret it. Now start the DAMN shower. SHIT!
Ring…Ring…Ring…”Grey Enterprise Holdings, Incorporated, Ros Bailey speaking.” She always has that raspy sound in her voice. I have to remember that she is not angry about something.
“Hello Ros, this is Anastasia Steele from SIP.” I hope she remembers me.
You are kidding me…right?
“Ana? Hi, is there something wrong?”
Like she can forget the boss’ fiancée, even though you have been an ass to him.
“No, no, no I am fine. Everything here is fine. I know this looks bad and I’m leap frogging over Mr. Roach’s head, but I want to let you know I’m leaving the country this even…” She stops me cold. Oh no, here it comes. This is why you don’t try to call in favors.
“Pause Steele. It’s about fucking time one of you two stubborn bastards came to your senses.” I didn’t know she felt like this. “You, my dear, are just as bad, if not worse than Grey himself and that’s some accomplishment. Go, you have my blessing. Travel safe and tell him to get his ass back here. I need a day off.” She rasps out a deep laugh.
I can’t help laughing too, “Ros, you don’t know where I am going.”
“Don’t try that shit with me Steele. You can only be going to Australia to see him so try again.”
“Thank you Ros. I still have to tell Mr. Roach and I know he is going to have a fit. He already mentioned…”
“The early meeting I called for all editors and their seconds on Monday morning? That was good of him to follow my instructions and let you know. However, YOU will not be able to attend because YOU had best still be out of the country. What’s he going to do, come get you and drag you back to work?” I can she her with an eyebrow raised when she asked that last question.
“I didn’t want to look like…” She cuts me off again.
“Pause Steele. I’ve had enough of what you do and don’t want things to look like. Are you sitting down?”
No but I will. “Yes.”
“Good. Besides Claire and Hanna, you are the ONLY hardworking member of the SIP ‘team’ and I use the term loosely. Did you know that your name has either been moved to the bottom of or blatantly removed from individual and departmental reports?” She says.
“Uh, no.” What the fuck? All the work I’ve done around here, the unpaid overtime, taking home other editors manuscripts to give them a second opinion and lets not mention all the fucking dirty looks I still get after all this time. Those bastards are taking advantage of me and making me feel inadequate at the same time. THOSE BASTARDS!
“I thought not. I have to call Roach EVERY time he turns in a report and you’re not listed on it. It usually takes him twelve to fifteen minutes to ‘find’ your documentation under the guise that you finished it late. If he would look at the time/date stamp on the electronic signature he would see that I know differently.”
‘I went through some SIP historical records, dating back to when you were hired. The information was sorely lacking at first. After you appeared, there was more detail on the documents where you were listed, last of course, compared to the same reports filed before your employment. Obviously, you’re still considered an assistant in Roach’s point of view.”
Ros takes a deep breath and sighs before she says, “Ana, I know the deal with you and SIP. I didn’t get to this seat by being a dumbass broad. You’re playing into their hands and you’re letting them win. Your civility and desire to fit in is getting you raked over the coals and fucked in the ass at the same time.”
“You work hard Ana and everyone in that office listens to you, because you know what the fuck you are doing and what you are talking about. They’re shitting on you because you’re not standing up for yourself and accepting the role entrusted to you. Blending into the crowd may have worked in college, but this is the real world. The real world ain’t fair. If you can get a push in the right direction or introduced to the right people AND you know what you are talking about, THEN everything you learned and all the hard work you’ve done will pay off. You can’t capitalize on whom you know if YOU don’t KNOW anything.”
“Your arms are short right now Ana and you are stretching try to grab the brass ring. If you’re given a hand to hold so that you can stretch further you may have a better change at reaching your goal. Receiving help does not mean you will succeed, it means you got help. You can get all the help in the world, but if you do not know how to best use that help it will all be for naught.”
“You may think I’m rambling, but please listen to me. Don’t take help as an insult, accept it as help and move on.” She sighs deeply again, “There, I’m done on my soapbox. What time does your flight leave?”
“I’m going directly from the office to Sea-Tac, so I guess 6:30PM or 7PM.”
“EWWW! Have fun with the time change. Your sleep pattern is gonna to be fucked. Travel safe Steele, tell Grey I said ‘hello’.” She laughs.
“Sure thing Ros and thank you.”
“Don’t take help as an insult, accept it as help and move on.” Hmm sounds like she is on to something there, huh?
Not you. Not now. I am busy…period.
I stand outside Mr. Roach’s office door, knock…knock…knock…”COME IN!” He bellows. Damn what’s his issue?
I slowly open the door and say quietly, “Hello Mr. Roach.”
Without looking away from his computer screen he says, “What do you need Steele? I’m trying to get these P/L Reports together for Monday. Have you turned in the information for your department?” I wonder if he is busy deleting my report as we speak.
“Yes sir. Here is a hardcopy. I emailed the electronically signed document to you and copied Ms Bailey as well.” Take that shithead.
He stops typing immediately and looks at me, in amazement I believe, almost a ‘how dare you’ glance. “Why in the fuck did you send it to her?”
“I wanted to make sure she got the information. I won’t be here on Monday and I wanted to be certain all parties involved received the information in a timely manner.” I cross my arms and smile brightly.
Anger follows amazement as he yells, “I NEVER APPROVED TIME OFF FOR YOU! Who the hell…wait a minute…you went straight to Grey for this didn’t you? You went straight to the top for a ‘special favor’ didn’t you?” He pounds his fist on the desk making me jump.
“Mr. Roach, I planned this trip weeks ago,” I lie, “you must have misplaced the paperwork. I mentioned it to you recently. I guess you were busy with the restructuring and evaluations, but I assure you I did request it.”
Lie, Lie, Lie…
So the fuck what? I am being majorly screwed here and you want to jeer at me? I need to get to Christian and Roach isn’t gonna to stop me.
“I’ll look for those forms, if I don’t find them and you aren’t here for that meeting on Monday, even Grey won’t be able to help you.” The look on his face is one of contentment. He won’t rest until I am out of here.
We’ll deal with that bridge…ya know. Right now, it’s quitting time. There is a plane waiting for us NOW!
“Thank you for your time Mr. Roach.” With that, I turn and leave his office, without looking back.
I collect my briefcase containing the latest reports, manuscripts and policy and procedure manuals then proceed to the lobby, proud of my decision. “Hi Sawyer, we can go now. Also, will you take this home, to Escala, for me please?”
“Yes ma’am.” Christian insisted additional security wasn’t necessary in Townsville so Sawyer is staying in Seattle. He deserves a break anyway.
“Hello Miss Steele, we already have clearance so if you would please take your seat we can begin takeoff immediately.” I salute him and sit in the first seat available.
“I’m on my way Baby. I’m on my way.” I whisper to myself.
Once we’re airborne, Natasha serves dinner. “Oh, Miss Steele, this letter was delivered for you.” She hands me a plain white envelope with the letters ARS typed on the front.
“Thank you Natasha. I’ll read it later. I’m going to lie down.”
“Certainly Miss Steele.” She nods and goes back to her area of the plane.
I turn the envelope over and over again in my hands. Christian always handwrites my name on the cards, letters and notes he leaves for me. I wonder whom it is from.
Yawn…stretch…I don’t care whom it’s from. I’m tired.
So am I. I’ll think about it later.