Count Olaf smiled triumphantly at his prize, practically dancing with happiness. It was over. He captured the Baudelaires. He had killed his entire troupe, who would have given him so much trouble about the money. Most importantly, he had won.
He reached down to the table in front of him, and poured himself a glass of expensive wine. He was in his favorite room in his house, his tower, in his favorite chair, watching his favorite Baudelaire, Violet. Continue reading “Denial” »