The old man stood there staring at the large portrait that adorned the hallway of the empire he had created and touched it with his heart. The woman gazing back from it was a classic beauty, impressive and stunning in all her glory, but the camera had not been invented that could have captured her perfection as she really was.
He sighed as his mind transported him back in time to the days in Hollywoodland when the fans did their best to cool off in the heat of the summer afternoons. He didn’t remember the listless heat, but he did recall in every detail her.
She laid back on the chaise looking every inch the movie star he had created, dressed in a silk chemise that set off the eyes that just took in your soul and devoured it. She was covered in a thin layer of sweat, glistening in the afternoon sun and she smiled sweetly.
“It’s hot.” She purred. “Get me something to drink.”
Young again, he stepped to her and breathed her in. She reached out as he bent and put his lips to the satin fold of her neck. She rolled back her head as his lips touched her and giggled.
She grabbed his ears, sinking her claws into the flesh, pulling and bellowed at the top of her lung. “I said get me something to drink!”
The old man snapped back to reality with a gasp. He shook his head and looked at the floor. Did he love her? Absolutely…with all his heart. Did he hate her? With every fiber of his being.
He turned to head back to the office. There was work to do. The empire wasn’t what it used to be, but he knew that somewhere in the building was the answer.
As he leaned on his cane to make his way back to where he had come from, he smiled to himself. One of these days he was also going to figure out what the little bitch had done with the keys to the rest of the kingdom.
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