#Chapter 96 - Revenge Is A Dish Best Served Flambe

ARTHUR Monday morning, I got up while Doris was still sleeping. Despite a wonderful weekend with Doris and Mia, I hadn’t slept well. It had been a month since the fire, and I hadn’t made any progress in finding out who did it. I had my driver take me out to the pharmaceutical company. I stood in front of the charred remains of the original office building, lab, and factory. I had chosen to rebuild on another part of the property, leaving the destroyed buildings as they were as a show of what could happen when I let my defenses down. The sight of the blackened buildings filled me with grief and also a vile rage. The anger was almost too violent to control. My stomach felt like a volcano had taken up residence there and was churning, ready to explode. I had worked so hard on this pharmaceutical business. It wasn’t just the money that I lost having to rebuild that angered me. It was all the people who would have to wait longer before they could get tr