Interview

“How are things going?” Caden crowds the small booth at a diner just outside of town.

I woke up this morning regretting ever agreeing to meeting with him, but I’d pushed it back three times, and he was growing impatient. Caden, I’d learned, is a persistent man. His personality was a far cry from the man I’d met in that Gala all those years ago.

He was far colder, more calculated. If that would have happened to me today…. There would be a scathing story about it plastered on the cover of the daily magazine.

“We don’t have to do the small talk.” I pinned him with an icy glare. He didn’t truly care to get to know me. Not at a friendly level. He simply cared about the story I was about to tell him.

“Don’t do that,” he shook his head, placing his hands behind it before leaning back against the sticky leather.

“I feel as if it would be a disservice to both of us if we sit here and pretend that we care about how the other is doing.”

“Who says I don’t?” Caden challenges.

“The predatory g