Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 6
It’sagentle,slow,sweet,andsureassaultonmyauralsenses.
“Youlikeclassicalmusic?”Iask,hopingforarareinsightintohispersonalpreferences.
“Mytasteiseclectic,Anastasia,everythingfromThomasTallistotheKingsofLeon.Itdependsonmymood.You?”
“Me,too.ThoughIdon’tknowwhoThomasTallisis.”
Heturnsandgazesatmebrieflybeforehiseyesarebackontheroad.
“I’llplayitforyousometime.He’sasixteenth-centuryBritishcomposer.Tudor,churchchoralmusic.”Christiangrinsatme.“Soundsveryesoteric,Iknow,butit’salsomagical.”
HepressesabuttonandtheKingsofLeonstartsinging.Hmm…thisIknow.“SexonFire.”Howappropriate.Themusicisinterruptedbythesoundofacellphoneringingoverthesoundsystemspeakers.Christianhitsabuttononthesteeringwheel.
“Grey,”hesnaps.He’ssobrusque.
“Mr.Grey,it’sWelchhere.Ihavetheinformationyourequire.”Arasping,disembodiedvoicecomesoverthespeakers.
“Good.E-mailittome.Anythingtoadd?”
“No,sir.”
Hepressesthebutton,thenthecallceasesandthemusicisback.Nogood-byeorthanks.I’msogladthatIneverseriouslyentertainedthethoughtofworkingforhim.Ishudderattheveryidea.He’sjusttoocontrollingandcoldwithhisemployees.Themusiccutsoffagainforthephone.
“Grey.”
“TheNDAhasbeene-mailedtoyou,Mr.Grey.”Awoman’svoice.
“Good.That’sall,Andrea.”
“Goodday,sir.”
Christianhangsupbypressingabuttononthesteeringwheel.Themusicisonverybrieflywhenthephoneringsagain.
