Samson

From soot-choked wharves to gilded boardrooms, Murice Brachard mutates from calloused stevedore into a fiscal colossus whose biceps are bonds and whose roar is the clatter of ticker-tape; yet the same animal magnetism that piles up cathedrals of credit curdles into domestic arsenic when his wife recoils from his possessive blaze, and erstwhile confederates—smiling like Renaissance poisoners—begin to undercut the marble edifice of his fortune, forcing the self-crowned Samson to decide whether he will cradle the pillars of his world or topple them in an apocalypse of rebar and promissory notes.