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"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.