Revenge is Sweeter “Who the hell are you?” A dark, brooding man stands in the doorway of my office, an unsettling smile on his face. He carries an air of very distinct confidence and looks like a man who gives orders rather than takes them. Saying nothing, he slowly walks in, not breaking eye contact as he strides over to my desk, a folder in his hand. I lean back in my seat to create distance and grab my cell phone, read...