Secret Knot
Secret Knot
"Control is always partial," he put down his pen parallel to the bottom edge of the desk blotter. He let his breath out and left a single word in the sound, "Jealousy."
"Excuse me."
"All you see, this platinum watch, this office and this desk, the view outside this window, the reason why you are here offering yourself to me again, everything is an aspect of jealousy, envy, if it's easier for you."
"I don't understand." she lifted her handbag from her small lap, an Italian red patent leather purse coveting Austrian made death, the weight of the polymer automatic pistol produced a distinct furtive noise as she extracted it from the bag's black nylon interior. Coffin black. Jealousy black.
"It's not important for you to understand. What, one day your epitaph will read, 'She Understood,' and those words will mean as little as your life."