Chapter Six
History Meets Destiny
Edgar Brennan was beyond furious.
His was the rage of Smaug the dragon, lying upon a mountain of treasure and finding a single gold cup stolen. It was the rage of a man who has wanted for nothing since birth, who has always had every least wish and whim granted him, upon finally finding that he can be balked.
It was the petulant fury of the schoolyard bully, thwarted when its habitual victim makes it to sanctuary before the fun has half-begun. Most all, it was the murderous psychosis of every asshole who ever picked up a gun when his spouse dared to leave him for another. Sequestered in his most private office, defended against any form of eavesdropping either electronic or personal, Edgar gave full vent to his spleen.
“This is absolutely unacceptab
