He has always called me by my first name, my arch nemesis…. my own personal Moriarty.
He did it again. Pointedly.
The 12th floor conference room, looking out at the twilight skyline. Tall sky scrapers loomed all around, bearing silent and impartial witness.
Just me and just him, waiting for the others to file in.
And you know what?
For the first time ever I used his first name.
Back at him.
It was a mortal wound delivered with a weapon sharper than a sword, bloodless but effective. He shriveled up into nothingness and was no more.