Drumming his fingers on the receiver in his office, Anthony considered the state of his business, his life, and his marriage. It had been three days since the explosion. Three days of growing certainty that whoever, or whatever, had opened Pandora's box was not about to stop now. Three days of loving his wife and recognizing fiercely that he had to do something or face losing everything. He felt frozen in indecision, not a comfortable state for a man like Anthony. After a few moments, he pushed thoughts of his faceless nemesis aside and concentrated on the one area he was completely comfortable in: business.
Ducking his head into the hallway outside his door, he told Georgia, "Put me through to Neil Brunswick."
Georgia gazed at him in consternation. "Mr. Brunswick...but I thought..."
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