Demolition Before the Bloom

perfectly tailored suit didn’t have a single wrinkle.

He looked down at me.

His eyes darted to my bleeding forehead.

He saw the split skin. He saw the red dripping onto my dress.

For a split second, I saw real panic in his eyes.

He saw a corporate liability. A lawsuit. A scandal.

Then, the panic vanished.

The corporate mask slid perfectly back into place.continue reading …