I spent the rest of the afternoon being extremely professional.
This was more difficult than it sounds, given that my phone was sitting face up on my desk and every time it lit up with anything — an email notification, a calendar reminder, a message from Lina asking if I was still alive and functional after Saturday — my eyes went to it with the particular involuntary attention of someone waiting for something specific without wanting to admit they were waiting.
I typed up my notes from the investor meeting and sent them to Ryan at one fifty-eight, two minutes ahead of the deadline I'd set myself, because I was nothing if not consistent in the areas of my life I could actually control. I formatted them the way I always did, clean and hierarchical, the key points at the top and the suppor
