CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Sweat dripped onto the mat below the heavy bag. Abram’s fist ached. He had been pounding it for nearly half an hour in the state-of-the-art private home gym. He unloaded a lethal combination of jabs and uppercuts on the bag. Nighttime was always preferable for his workouts—due to the relative calm.
Monsieur Hulley tended to keep him occupied during most of the working day. That reality seemed to only increase with his wife and daughter away on holiday for the entire summer. His boss abhorred being alone. Being blessed enough to live on such a grand estate didn’t bring him happiness by itself. The man literally had everything a person could ever want and yet it still seemed like something was missing in his life. His obsession with elevating Johannesburg to the level of
