“YOUR EMPIRE VANISHED.” THEN THE JANITOR HANDED YOU A USB THAT COULD BURY YOUR TRAITOR AND RESURRECT YOUR   placed like a brick.

You stare at the pen drive like it’s a match and the whole world is gasoline.
The office is dark except for the city glow bleeding through the glass walls, and you can still hear phantom phones ringing in your skull.
Your suit jacket hangs open, your tie is loosened, and for the first time in decades you look like …