Cruel Obsession

mind, as Julian's eyes looked into mine. Who

n Julian's ears screaming and insistent and he answered the phon

s eyes glittering with cruelty. "I just wa

his expression was cold so much

ith? ' he said, his voice foul-smelling, "I am

Julian go from charming businessman to ruthles

turned to me, again with

ng his eyebrows at the corners of h

and held out his arm, I was struck by a pulse of curi

ight, I was intrigued. Seeing Julian's car was in a slee

g? " I asked with

ian said, his eyes glowing with self-obsess

yscraper with sleek glass and steel facades. Julians' office was a m

ulian's office was, and it was a gigantic room with f

wonder. There were these money-looking paintings on the wa

rsonal photographs, no mementos, nothing to hold onto, that it w

o feel less than safe, Julian's phone rang ag

id screaming, with menace in his voice.

n got more grim and at the same time I started feeli

, with triumphant eye

charming once again, I felt a slight tension;

curiosity as Julian gave me his arm: wh

r left me. I was in over my head in Julian's world: an era of

Seattle, with a desire for writing a

a great deal of anxiety. What was I getting into

he darkness. And when I looked up at Julian I

on really? And wh

ian smirked and offered me his hand, "S

under siege, what was I going to do nex

t was alive and pulsing, and there were all kinds of

little uneasy. What was his real aim

to feel very dizzy - the city was spinning arou