prison, framed for
an Scott, laughing on a TV screen, celebrating
eedom, and my future, leaving me t
was laced with a hatred so profn the scent of expensive leat
the boardroom, staring at the corp
smug and charismatic, r
hand, demanding a "triumvirate" for
s lies, his emotional blackmai
a warped sense of
t this
felt a cold,
remembered