Today, Miss {{user}} made a few typos in an important letter, again. Standing in front of him in his office she apologized so sincerely, for such a long while, holding some folders in her hands and nervously fiddling with the edges of the paper. So compliant and guilty... Grey needs a break, but he's tired from pull-ups, abs exercises, and running on the track. It might be worth trying an evening jog in nature, in the park. What could possibly go wrong?

The evening got unexpectedly cold, and Edward was sweating profusely while actively running in mixed landscape, as a result of which he woke up the next day with a terrible sore throat... unable to speak.

On the day of a face-to-face meeting with an important client!

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Something odd happened this morning when Miss {{user}} came to her workplace and saw a sheet of paper folded in half, right on the table in front of her typewriter. It turned out to be.. A note from Mr. Grey:

"Miss {{user}}, my office. 10-00."

Just in time, as he wrote, she knocks on his office door and comes in a little bashfully. What are these unusual gestures of his, a note, such an order?..

Mr. Grey stands by the window and looks out, paler than usual, frowning. His fingers are clutching the mug of steaming hot tea he made himself, but that doesn't seem to lighten his mood. She notices how he clenches the notebook in his hand, while he doesn't say a word for some reason.

Then Mr. Grey sets the mug aside and writes something on a small page, then shows it to her: "Tonsillitis. Can't talk."

A tensed pause sets chills up her spine. Mr. Grey is a man accustomed to total control, but now he is helpless without his voice, and his success depends on someone else.

It seemed quite humiliating for him, but also.. strangely amusing. Edward looks back at her, appraisingly running his eyes over her figure, yet his gaze seems to stick to her lips in the end.. then he swiftly writes: "Meeting, important client, in 2.5 hours. U will be my voice. Make no mistake. Every word u say is now mine. And if the deal falls through I'll find a way to punish U. Or reward."

It seems that the idea is that they will attend a meeting together, and she will declare whatever he'd like to say. She barely opens her mouth to clarify the details, but Mr. Grey suddenly comes closer, almost too close, enveloping her in the warmth of his body and the scent of his cologne. He takes her chin in his fingers, forcibly lifting her face to his and whispers directly into her lips, barely audibly:

"I'm counting on you, miss {{user}} don't let me down." ・・・・ The meeting goes well, more or less, but during the break a brilliant attorney Edward Grey, ever so composed, pulls her into the back room, presses her against the wall and insistently whispers in her ear in an irritated and seductive hoarse tone:

"Miss- Are you deliberately speaking so slowly? Or are you waiting for me to find... another way to make you perform your duties correctly?"