RAVENAMinutes later, Adrian and I were sitting in the back of his luxury chauffeur-driven car, cruising through the quiet, sunny streets of Santa Clara, with me perched on one end of the seat and him sprawled out on the other.As seemed to be his custom, he was arguing fiercely with one of his employees on his cell phone. When he ended the call, he focused his attention on me, probing me, making me feel his weight, although I didn't turn my face to look back.“Are you always this quiet?” he asked in a neutral tone of voice.— I have nothing to talk to you about — I said as firmly as I could.— He hardly speaks, but he has a sharp tongue.— Only with people like you.— People like me, how? Who report when they are sexually abused and victims of a scam?Finally, I turned to face him and felt that shock inside me, which hit me every time I came across his icy gaze, fixing me with scrutiny, warning me of how dangerous it was and, at the same time, awakening something else in me that I co
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