Chapter 8 - The Enemy Who Took Arthur's Sight Finally Revealed Why He Was Never Supposed to Survive
Samuel Voss stepped into the theater.
Older.
Elegant.
Calm.
He had spent two years hiding behind corporations and politicians.
Now he stood directly in front of Arthur.
“You don't remember me.”
Arthur's jaw tightened.
“No.”
“You should.”
Nora looked at him.
Samuel continued.
“I was the man who told you your brother was dead.”
Arthur's breathing changed.
“You.”
“Yes.”
“You ordered the explosion.”
“Yes.”
Nora felt sick.
“Why?”
Samuel smiled.
“Because Daniel discovered everything.”
Arthur's voice was cold.
“And you tried to kill me.”
“No.”
Samuel shook his head.
“I tried to kill Daniel.”
“Then why blind me?”
“Because you saw me.”
Arthur froze.
Samuel explained.
Arthur had looked directly at him seconds before the explosion.
If Arthur had survived with his sight, Samuel would have been identified.
So Dr. Shaw had made sure the damage to Arthur's eyes would be permanent.
The blindness had been deliberate.
Not collateral.
A decision.
Arthur stood silently.
Then he asked:
“Why keep me alive?”
Samuel smiled.
“Because I needed your empire.”
Arthur laughed.
It was cold.
“You spent two years trying to take something you couldn't understand.”
“What?”
“Loyalty.”
Samuel's expression changed.
Arthur looked toward Nora.
Then Vincent.
Then the people who had secretly remained loyal to him.
“You thought power was money.”
Samuel said nothing.
Arthur continued.
“It's not.”
He raised his head.
“Power is having people who refuse to leave when you're broken.”
Samuel's men surrounded them.
But before anyone could move, police sirens filled the street.
Nora had secretly triggered the emergency alarm.
The evidence had already been sent to federal investigators.
Samuel looked at her.
“You.”
Nora smiled.
“You really should stop underestimating broke women.”
The theater doors exploded open.
Agents entered.
Samuel was arrested.
Thomas was arrested.
Dr. Shaw surrendered.
And the truth about the explosion finally came out.
Arthur Kane had not been betrayed by blindness.
He had been betrayed by people who thought blindness made him weak.
They were wrong.
Two weeks later, Arthur returned to his office.
Nora placed coffee on his desk.
He smelled it.
“Terrible.”
She smiled.
“You're welcome.”
Arthur laughed.
Then he said:
“Sit.”
Nora sat.
“I have a proposition.”
“If it's about reading those reports again, no.”
“I'm offering you a permanent position.”
“How much?”
“Eighty-five an hour.”
Nora stared.
“That's more than my old job paid in a week.”
“You're worth it.”
She looked down.
Arthur continued.
“And I want you to manage the foundation.”
“What foundation?”
“The one I'm starting.”
“For what?”
“People who lost everything because someone decided they were disposable.”
Nora smiled.
“That's oddly specific.”
Arthur nodded.
May you like
“Maybe I know something about that.”
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