Demolition Before the Bloom

executives around him raised their glasses.

They smiled.

They were toasting him.

They were toasting the man who had just broken his wife’s face and left her in the dirt.

Then, the sound started.

It didn’t sound like a golf cart.

It didn’t sound like a luxury sedan rolling into the valet line.

It was a deep, aggressive, synchronized rumble.

Heavy engines.

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