Flourish

The tenth of May -- that was the day I stumbled across the second set of sales records in the locked back office, along with the letter. That was the day it hit me like a fist to the face that for the entire goddamn ten years, Sid was nothing by a conniving bastard. That was the goddamn glorious day it dawned on me that I was about to be rich -- rich enough, anyway; one little just dessert for all those goddamn years of hard work and suffering and humiliation.