And you’re fucking her. The temerity. Is it love, or just some desire for revenge?
Is it lust? I think it’s lust.
Of course it is. Lust … she’s a looker. She has an allure. And she’s married to the head of Organisational Management … very alluring.
We’re such animals, aren’t we? Maybe we should all find an organisational management lover. That’s real interdisciplinarity. That’s what they mean by dynamic juxtaposition.
How did you get together? Did your eyes meet across the meeting room? Did you bump into one another in a corridor? What did you, like, talk about? What did you have in common? Because you really wouldn’t have thought you’d have much in common.
Fuck you.
The allure of opposites. The yin and yang. The one and the other. How can you bear it? Sleeping with the fucking enemy.
Do you do it around her house?
In my flat.
Have you been round her house? What’s it like? Soulless, I’ll bet.
It’s very … tasteful.
Does her husband know? Does the Head of Organisational Management suspect?
Uh uh.
Wow. You’ll destroy him. And then he’ll destroy you.
You always did have a certain allure. It’s because you’re so quiet. And dark. She likes you because you’re the total opposite of everything she’s known.
You’re up close with an organisational manager. What’s her soul like? Does she have a soul? God, she’s on the front lines, really. She’s one of them.
Maybe you can save her. Turn her. Convert her. Is that your aim?
Work in Progress 