Whiskey? Jonas and Ian were here offering me spirits early in the afternoon.
In my new office, overlooking the Central Park and water fountain, it’s surface gleaming in the afternoon sun, Jonas and Ian had come to pay me a visit. It was easy for me to maintain a cool demeanor. They on the other hand were struggling with the uncomfortableness of what they were wanting to say. They wanted to know what was taking me so long to complete the job. They had some paperwork to bring to me that made it look like that’s the reason for their visit. I could hear the sound waves of the phone as it was recording our conversation. What did they hope they would record. They gave me a good idea I should be recording them instead of them recording me. That didn’t scare me either. I could take or leave thi
