Chapter 41

Silly boy.

He thinks he’s making strides against me, playing at buying companies like this is some game of corporate Monopoly. As if hitmen are the worst I can sic on his pathetic life. Using the Fallen Angel had been a calculated move, and while I’m disappointed that play didn’t come to the preferred conclusion, it was but one of my planned attacks.

The Golden Boy has no idea what he’s up against, the depths I’ll go to demolish him and insure my rightful place as the creator of Roseboro for all time.

Especially now that he can sense the target I’ve had on his back for years. I pray to any god that may be listening to a monster like me that the laser dot burns him hotly, feels weighty with the very real threat I wish to carry out.

He may not be a worthy adversary, not remotely on my level, but no one truly is. But as far as I’m concerned, the game just got interesting.

He’s waging a war, thinking like the business man he has always been, from point A to B, with possible sidetracks under consideration. I’m plotting nuclear destruction of his entire existence, a devastation he could never fathom and could certainly not recover from.

And plans have already been set into action, I think with a pleased smirk.

My messy to his neat. My chaos to his order. My sovereign reign to his democratic leadership.

My strength to his weakness, the one he doesn’t even know he has yet. But I’ll be sure to remedy that. As soon as the last puzzle piece falls into place.