Learning to Trust
(Interviewing the Billionaire)
Copyright 2012 B.B. Roman
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I slowly walked down the long cobblestone driveway. He had ordered me to park quite some distance from the house, probably so that I had to stare at the grandiose, monstrous structure as I walked. Mr. Starland was a highly eccentric man, so I wouldn’t put the order past him. He was also very rich—probably the primary thing that had drawn me to him. His mansion sprawled out before me, almost filling the entirety of the horizon, giving me nothing else to look at but his excessive housing arrangement. It was a gorgeous stone structure, one that had an incredible matching awning that wrapped over the front door and overflowed in all directions. There was a subtle darkness right before one entered the house, even with the sun shining brightly. All around were stone figures of gargoyles and other mythical creatures. I imagined his house would be great during Halloween—but also figured that he probably didn’t allow trick-or-treaters, especially not with the huge gate surrounding the property. It did not appear that he enjoyed visitors. I walked between the creatures to get to the porch, passing through them like gravestones.