Under New ManagementBrady sat at his desk, fists clenched, as traitors gathered around him. Betrayal was a bitter pill to swallow, but when he saw who had betrayed him, it was as if the pill had been washed down with a cup of vinegar. The sour look on his face reflected his thoughts as his anger threatened to consume him. His legacy slipped through his fingers, and he wanted to do nothing more than lash out at the people responsible. The gesture would have been foolish and amount to nothing more than suicide, and he realized it.
“Don't look so glum, Brady. Nothing lasts forever, you know. Even someone as intelligent and as innovative as yourself must understand that.”
Pete Williams took a seat across from Brady and propped his feet on the desk. He sipped a glass of brandy taken from Brad
