My Father Knew Him the Second He Stepped Into Frame

had the air of a person who had never once in her life lost control of a calendar.

“You slept?” she asked while leading me toward a private dining room.

“Sort of.”

“Good enough.”

Daniel Pierce was already at the table.

On video calls he always looked polished to the point of unreality, like somebody’s idea of what a CEO should look like. In person he was continue reading …