Demolition Before the Bloom

custom-tailored Italian suits.

They moved with silent, military precision.

They formed a tight perimeter around the middle SUV, facing the crowd of employees.

Richard was furious now.

His domain was being disrespected.

He marched toward the men.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” Richard barked.

He pointed a finger at the closest man in a suit.

“I’m a Regional continue reading …