In Which Our Author Writes a Story Starting With a Random Line in "A Tale of Two Cities."

The "sharp female newly-born, and called La Guillotine," was hardly known to him, or to the generality of people, by name. He was comfortable in his ignorance, as he had been comfortable in that hotel room using her as an escape from his wife, as he had been comfortable discrediting her in the news and destroying her life, as he had been comfortable dosing her with an experimental drug his company was developing. As he had been comfortable watching her die. But she would not let him be comfortable any more. She had already systematically disabled the security he had built around his life. His family, his coworkers, and everyone who had naively stood in her way. And now, as the knob on his office-door turned, he knew she was coming for him.