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“It’s to kill the wolf,” he says, softly, and there is such guilt and fear and longing in his voice as to sicken her. “It’s all to kill my only wolf.”

A VP of Marketing can’t hug her boss. She can’t even touch his hand. All she can do is help to market products and take home a ridiculous salary.

And, in this one special case, lead a newborn purpose to its name.

“‘Lethal,’” Ms. Dalca tells him.

It is the Lethal Corporation from that day forward; and to it the customers throng. They trust it. They love it. They buy from it and they buy its stock. They have only to look at it, you see, they have only to look at the Lethal logo on the company’s razors, its cherubs, its cleaning products, and its hard-core rock and roll to know: here is a product that’s going to kill somebody someday.

And not just anybody, either.

Somebody what needs killin’.

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