C21 A BRUTAL BETRAYAL

MYRON

A thought flickers through my mind, sharp and intoxicating, much like the wine I sip from my crystal glass. I let the deep, rich flavor settle on my tongue before swallowing, savoring the power in the simple act. Power is a delicate thing—most people fumble with it, grasp at it desperately. I shape it. Mold it. Own it.

Then my phone buzzes, slicing through the silence of my office