As someone who had done both, Julian could unequivocally state that it was easier to rise from the dirt to the heavens, than it was to be cast from heaven to hell.
The former he had only done once. He had been born with a platinum spoon in his current life, but in his past life, poverty had fermented his drive and will to become a powerful, successful businessman. But the latter, he had done twice, first when he had died in his past life and right now, as he had been treated as a murderer by those around him.
He did not miss the hardship. But within the serious quagmire Julian had waded into over the past few months, one thing had become crystal clear.
The great Charles Browning, had grown soft and muddled. In the sobering darkness, it was all too clear.
