- Vol. 05
- Chapter 10
Press Home to Unlock
You don’t know me.
You see a suit and a tie and invent, what, a lawyer? a trader?
You see a penthouse with stunning, panoramic views of a bank account as wide and endless as the sprawling city below.
I might smell of fast cars, foreign holidays, or just a hint of private jet
and to you my voice might be a mellow blend of malt whiskey
Press Home to Unlockand à la carte and closing deals over Bluetooth and black coffee.
But this, none of this, is me.
Instead, press your face, like a thumbprint, against mine, unlock me with the honesty of your unique self, with a kiss, and I will show you everything precious, everything that matters.