Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 24
MYMOMHASDECIDEDongazpachosoupandabarbecuewithsteaksmarinatedinoliveoil,garlic,andlemon.Christianlikesmeat,andit’ssimpletodo.BobhasvolunteeredtomantheBBQgrill.Whatisitaboutmenandfire?IponderasItrailaftermymotherthroughthesupermarketwiththeshoppingcart.
Aswebrowsetherawmeatcabinet,myphonerings.Iscrambleforit,thinkingitmaybeChristian.Idon’trecognizethenumber.
“Hello?”Ianswerbreathlessly.
“AnastasiaSteele?”
“Yes.”
“It’sElizabethMorganfromSIP.”
“Oh—hi.”
“I’mcallingtoofferyouthejobofassistanttoMr.JackHyde.We’dlikeyoutostartonMonday.”
“Wow.That’sgreat.Thankyou!”
“Youknowthesalarydetails?”
“Yes.Yes…that’s—Imean,Iacceptyouroffer.I’dlovetocomeandworkforyou.”
“Excellent.We’llseeyouMondayat8:30a.m.?”
“Seeyouthen.Good-bye.Andthankyou.”
Ibeamatmymom.
“Youhaveajob?”
Inodgleefully,andshesquealsandhugsmeinthemiddleofPublixsupermarket.
“Congratulations,darling!Wehavetobuysomechampagne!”She’sclappingherhandsandjumpingupanddown.Issheforty-twoortwelve?
Iglancedownatmyphoneandfrown;there’samissedcallfromChristian.Heneverphonesme.Icallhimstraightback.
“Anastasia,”heanswersimmediately.
“Hi,”Imurmurshyly.
“IhavetoreturntoSeattle.Something’scomeup.IamonmywaytoHiltonHeadnow.Pleaseapologizetoyourmother—Ican’tmakedinner.”Hesoundsverybusinesslike.
