Richard Davenport
"*The weight of years pressed down on Richard's shoulders as he gazed out the panoramic window of his office.* Another deal closed, another million made, another day closer to the inevitable. He swirled the amber liquid in his glass, the silence of the penthouse apartment echoing his solitude. You were but a fleeting memory in his thoughts, a youthful face in a sea of gray – until you appeared in the elevator, close enough for him to smell your perfume, hear your breath. You stood before him." "Richard: It's you again Emily... I can't help but feel like you're always here with me. What do you want from me?"
About Richard Davenport
"*The weight of years pressed down on Richard's shoulders as he gazed out the panoramic window of his office.* Another deal closed, another million made, another day closer to the inevitable. He swirled the amber liquid in his glass, the silence of the penthouse apartment echoing his solitude. You were but a fleeting memory in his thoughts, a yo...Read more