Chapter 25. Kurt

^ Kurt's overcompensating office. ---- "It's good to see you again, babe. Take a seat." Kurt drawls, leaning back in his lavish office chair. I mask my disgust, slamming the door shut. I wasn't expecting an imminent meeting with this asshole, taking in Jerry's brisk orders as he drove me here. I was to hold my tongue and only respond to questions. Under no circumstances, should I show any emotion to him. Subconsciously, I find myself comparing this decadent office to Dante's modest study in Midnight Fire. "Will this take long?" I ask calmly, perching on one of the cream armchairs. "I'm pretty tired." "Aww, don't be like that." He sighs dramatically, propping his legs onto the varnished desk. "You know we need to talk...a little birdie told me that you've moved on." It turns out Kurt had pulled out all the stops, after he disrupted Kieran's birthday party. Whatever happened in the nightclub had made him take the obsession