Chapter 14
By 6:30 PM, I was carrying two cardboard boxes filled with my framed awards down to the parking garage.
The executive elevator was dead quiet, the digital floor numbers counting down like a countdown to my absolute erasure.
When I reached my car, my phone buzzed with an incoming email notification.
It was an automated security alert from the building’s IT department.
“Your administrative access credentials for Harrison Holdings Network have been permanently revoked.”
I sat in the driver's seat of my luxury sedan, staring at the steering wheel in total silence.
I had no company, no wife, no mistress, and no dignity left.
The story I had spun for eighteen months—that I was a powerful man freeing himself from a dead marriage—was a complete illusion.
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I was just a man who had been given a chance at greatness, only to destroy it out of pure, arrogant foolishness.
I started the engine, pulling out into the rainy Chicago traffic without knowing where I was going to sleep that night.
