Demolition Before the Bloom

spilled wine on a rug.

I looked past him.

The upbeat music from the DJ booth was still playing a cheerful summer pop song.

But the lawn was completely, unnervingly silent.

Dozens of people had stopped what they were doing.

They were all looking at us.

Fifty of Richard’s employees.

The junior analysts holding plates of barbecue. The HR representatives clutching continue reading …