Henry Patrickson sat at his desk, staring at the bank statements in front of him. He had lost so much money in the robbery, far more than he could ever afford to lose. And as the reality of the situation sank in, he felt his rage building. He began to tremble, his fists clenched so tight that his knuckles turned white. He stood up, knocking over his chair, and began to pace back and forth, his breath coming in gasps.He started to smash things, throwing books and papers across the room, kicking over furniture.Finally, he stopped, panting and sweating, his heart pounding in his chest. And as the rage subsided, he was left with a deep sense of shame. He had lost control, acting like a child instead of a man."Leo, you bastard!" Henry seethed, his voice hoarse with rage. "You took everything from me! You took my wife, my money, my reputation! And now you've taken my dignity, with your little puppet, Melissa. I swear I'll make you pay for this! You'll regret the day you ever crossed me!"
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