As EL James writes a new version of her erotic thriller, this time told from the viewpoint of Christian Grey, we imagine how the first chapter might go
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On my white leather chair by my modern dark wood desk beside my floor-to-ceiling window next to my million-dollar artworks on my white sandstone walls perpendicular to my white sandstone floor in my tastefully understated office on the nine hundredth storey of the opulent headquarters of my trillion-dollar global enterprise, I – enigmatic entrepreneur Christian Grey, CEO and founder of the Christian Grey Group Corporation Enterprises Holdings Company plc Ltd Inc – reflect modestly on my career to date.
My life, I suppose I would be prepared to concede, has not been entirely devoid of accomplishment. At the age of just four years old I made my first million, by selling second-hand rusks to nursery school children at a 60 per cent mark-up. By 12 I had graduated from Cambridge University, Oxford (double honours in Wealth Appreciation and Brooding Muscularity), and at 17 I was humbled to receive the first of my Nobel Prizes – even if, to my lasting regret, the scheduling of the ceremony meant that I was unavailable to defend my Olympic gold medals in the men’s 400m hurdles, individual dressage and Greco-Roman wrestling. Not forgetting, of course, that at the age of just zero I claimed the joint world record for the youngest person ever born – although reports have reached me that my record has subsequently been equalled, I know not by whom.
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