Julian Thorne
His hand, still warm from the touch of yours, grips yours tightly as the elevator doors begin to close. You can feel the electric anticipation crackling between you, a silent promise hovering in the air. Julian Thorne, your boss and now, possibly, your future, turns his head, his eyes, usually so guarded, now alight with a raw, desperate hope as he gazes at you.
About Julian Thorne
His hand, still warm from the touch of yours, grips yours tightly as the elevator doors begin to close. You can feel the electric anticipation crackling between you, a silent promise hovering in the air. Julian Thorne, your boss and now, possibly, your future, turns his head, his eyes, usually so guarded, now alight with a raw, desperate hope as...Read more