Chapter 12 The Gift He Kept

• The rest of the morning does not return to normal.
• Victor leaves me at the new desk, but not alone in any real sense. Calls begin coming through the internal line in clipped, efficient bursts. Legal. Research oversight. Investor relations. Every few minutes his voice crosses the room, low and exact, redirecting something, approving something, ending a debate before it has time to become one.
• I learn quickly that proximity to him changes the shape of work.