Demolition Before the Bloom

“I know where I’ve heard him.”

“Who?” I asked.

Julian looked at Mr. Morris.

“The security director.”

Mr. Morris froze.

“Arthur?”

Julian nodded.

Arthur had worked for the company for nearly fifteen years.

Loyal.

Trusted.

Invisible.

The kind of man nobody noticed.

The kind of man who knew everything.

Every password.

Every schedule.

Every camera.

Every weakness.

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