Diary of a wartime mistress - Entry 1

The day we first met

I remember it vividly. It was some time after Shanghai had fallen and the Japanese were already running the city (most efficiently too I might add). The rich without a conscience were given yet more opportunities to get richer off the now war-torn but still broken backs of the poor who were now dying like flies.
I was playing mahjong with the high society ladies when he walked into the room. He didn't notice me at first but it didn't take him long to turn his full attention to me. It was unnerving at first because he radiated so much power but then, it got interesting and I couldn't find it in me to resist his covert advances.