Fifty Shades Freed

Author’s Note

I am aware that today you cannot walk into an American bank and withdraw five million dollars. The conversation Ana did not hear went like this:

“Troy Whelan.”

“It’s Christian Grey. I’ve spoken to my wife. Give her the money. Whatever she wants.”

“Mr. Grey, I can’t…”

“Liquidate five million of my assets. Off the top of my head: Georges, PKC, Atlantis Corps, Ferris and Umatic. A million from each.”

“Mr. Grey, this is highly irregular. I’ll have to consult with Mr. Forlines.”

“I’m playing golf with him next week,” I hiss. “Just fucking do it, Whelan. Find a way, or I’ll close all the accounts and move GEH’s business elsewhere. Understand?”

He’s silent on the end of the phone.

“We’ll sort the fucking paperwork out later,” I add, more conciliatory.

“Yes, Mr. Grey.”