"Stan, I beg you ' if you ever felt any love for either of us then please let him go. The situation is bleak. My arms are held behind my back by two men, flanking me on either side. In front of me, in the distance, is a huge window looking out on to a sumptuous garden. Lollipop shaped trees and plants and flowers of the most vibrant reds, yellows, purples and greens fill the frame. On a different day, under different circumstances, it would be the perfect setting for a picnic. Long, flowing, gold-thread curtains drape the full length and spill on to the marble floor. I have no doubt that they are expensive and were designed to showcase the owner's wealth but in reality they just look tasteless. Stood proudly on the marble floor is a desk. An old fashioned desk, its top bound in green leather. Some of the wood is a touch gnarled but it's a desk with character nonetheless. If it could, I bet it would be able to tell a few interesting stories and here in front of it another strange chapter is being played out.
