Fifty Shades: Darker
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I have survived Day Three Post-Christian, and my first day at work. It has been a welcome distrafction. The time has flown by in a haze of new faces, work to do, and Mr. Jack Hyde. Mr. Jack Hyde... he smiles down a tme, his blue eyes twinkling, as he leans against my desk. „Excellent work, Ana. I think we’re going to make a great team.” Somehow, I manage to curl my lips upward in a semblance of a smile. “I’ll be off, if that’s okay with you, „ I murmur. „Of course, it’s five thirty. I’ll see you tomorrow.“ „Good night, Jack.“ „Good night, Ana.“ Collecting my bag, I shrug on my jacket and head for the door. Out in the Early evening air of Seattle, I take a deep breath. It doesn’t begin to fill the void in my chest, a void that’s been present since Saturday morning, a painful hollow reminder of my loss. I walk toward the bus stop with my head down, staring at my feet and contemplating being without my beloved Wanda, my old Beetle... or the Audi.