Demolition Before the Bloom

“I don’t care if it’s choking you,” Richard hissed.

His voice dropped to that lethal, quiet register he only used around us.

“You smile. You look happy. If Mr. Henderson speaks to you, you look him in the eye and say ‘Yes, sir’.”

Mr. Henderson was the CEO.

He was currently holding court by the catered barbecue buffet, holding a glass of iced scotch, surrounded continue reading …