Chapter 34

• In the hallway, I’m trying to gather my thoughts and answers to possible questions.
• When I finally see Roscoe, I react normally to his boisterous greeting, clapping his back as he claps mine.
• My father is standing at the wall-to-wall window of the executive conference room, one of the most stunning rooms in the entire HQ. It’s at the topmost floor of the building with an incredible view of the Financial District. The skyscrapers, the towers, the striding men in perfectly tailored suits, the walking women in seamless slacks, the grandeur and the façades.