Page 51 of Anarchy Missing

Maybe I’m my own worst enemy?

And just maybe… what’s happening to me was done on purpose?

I could be the reason we fail.

I get a sick feeling in my stomach, but the phone buzzes on my desk and my assistant’s voice comes through the intercom. “Mr. Reider?” she says.

“Yes?” I answer.

“The company engineers want to know how you’d like to partition our power from the backup generators. They say we have enough fuel for a few days, but not much more than that.”

“Shit.” I look out the window and wonder who’s fucking with the city. My city. Who is fucking with my city.

A feeling of possessiveness courses through my body.

“Mr. Reider?” she asks. “What should I tell them?”

“Tell them… tell them I’ll be right down.”

“Yes, sir.”

I walk over to the window and place my hands against the cool glass. “Don’t worry,” I whisper to the city. “I’ll figure it out and take care of it. They won’t hold you hostage for long.”