Chapter 16 - The Letter
Two years passed, and my new financial firm became one of the most respected in the city.
I had built a reputation for absolute integrity, transparency, and ruthless efficiency.
One rainy Tuesday morning, my secretary handed me a piece of stamped mail.
It was a letter from the federal penitentiary, written in Arthur’s familiar handwriting.
I stared at the envelope for a long time, debating whether I should just throw it away.
Curiosity eventually won, and I carefully sliced the envelope open with a letter opener.
The letter was a rambling, pathetic attempt to manipulate my emotions.
Arthur claimed he was sick, alone, and dying of a broken heart in prison.
He begged me to visit him, promising that he had finally seen the error of his ways.
He wrote that he wanted to make amends before it was too late.
I read the words, but I knew exactly what he was really doing.
He wanted me to put money into his prison commissary account so he could buy influence.
He was still the exact same con artist, just operating in a much smaller cage.
I took out a blank sheet of expensive stationary and grabbed my favorite fountain pen.
I wrote exactly one sentence on the paper.
"You got exactly what you deserved."
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I sealed the envelope, attached a stamp, and dropped it into the outgoing mail tray.
I never received another letter from him ever again.
