A thug in a three piece suit, he scares the wise guy, new v-p. He scares the head of sales. He scares the receptionist, who keeps a simple look on her face. He doesn’t scare the in-house attorney, but she quits the company in a year. The comptroller says he worries about the CEO without fearing him. Still, we smell the sour stink of fear on the comptroller.
Our CEO claims he doesn’t scare his wife. He tells us he doesn’t threaten his kids, but he lies. He beats the hell out of all three of them, and they wish he were dead. When she turns eighteen, the daughter mis-ties a belay rope and watches him fall eighty feet down an ice wall. We hug her at the wake and leave smiling.