Demolition Before the Bloom

of pure, unadulterated shock.

He didn’t look at David. He didn’t look at the crowd.

With agonizing slowness, ignoring the arthritis in his knees, the billionaire pushed his chair back and knelt on the cold marble floor.

Guests murmured in confusion, stepping back to give the powerful man room. Arthur Henderson’s hands, spotted with age and usually steady continue reading …