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“Is it good? We’re due for some good coverage about now.”
“This is the opposite. You gotta read it.”
“Okay.” I turned back to my monitor and logged in. “We’re having the worst luck with those guys.” I selected the browser and navigated to theTimessite.
The story was still third from the top. “Oh my God,” I said as I read the words I knew so well. I put my hand to my mouth. “Oh my God,” I repeated.
“It’s terrible.”
I kept my hand over my mouth to hide the smile that grew as I read. The article took the Bensons and this company down a notch. They deserved that, and much more.
I composed myself. “Is this true?”
“I don’t know for sure, but Leo thinks it is.”
Leo had been here the longest, and everyone approached him as if he held all knowledge related to the company.
Vanessa left, and I busied myself with work.
Three other people stopped by throughout the morning to see what I thought of the news. Each time I expressed horror and said it probably wasn’t true, or that I hoped for all our sakes it wasn’t.
This story had amped up the company gossip mill even more than the last one.
My cell buzzed. It was my sister, Ramona.
“I might have to stay late,” she started.
“I can’t talk right now,” I answered. “Things are kinda busy here.”
“I’ll text you if I have to stay.”
“Sure. No problem,” I said.
We hung up, and I went back to the spreadsheet torture in front of me.
Vanessa wandered by a little later. “Sixteen percent,” she muttered before she made a throat-slashing motion across her neck and left.
The upside was that the stock slide was hitting my target, Dennis Benson, where it hurt the most, and it couldn’t happen to a more deserving toad.
Emailing Hydra, the one person I could share this with, was also off the table. No emails from work—that had been a firm rule from the beginning. I couldn’t share the reaction until I got home, another reason to hope this day went quickly. While I attacked my spreadsheets, I had to keep my glee to myself. Nobody here could know I was the source behind these damaging news stories.
Fuck you, Dennis Benson. Someday I’d be able to speak those words to his face. That would be a good day. No, that would be a great day. Vengeance would finally be mine.
I checked the stock price again. Down eighteen percent.
As Shakespeare wrote, “Revenge should have no bounds.” And I had only just begun.
Chapter 4
Dennis
Bob Shapiro,our COO, was the first of the three to arrive. “Sort of an ugly day today with thatTimesstory.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “That’s what this is about.”
He took a seat. “You know I wasn’t even here when that stuff happened,” he said.
“Nobody’s blaming you, Bob. Just wait until the others get here.”
