FLYNN'S POV
The client dinner ran two hours longer than scheduled because Gerald Mack liked to talk and I'd remembered how to listen.
That was the thing about business. It didn't care what your personal life looked like. You showed up, you focused and you made the other person feel like the most important conversation you'd had all week. I'd been good at it once without trying. Tonight I had to try. But I did it, and by the time Gerald was satisfied and the check was handled and we were shaking hands on the sidewalk I'd moved two things forward that had been stalled for months.
Harrison would be pleased. I'd tell him tomorrow.
I walked back to my car alone. Pearl District on a Friday evening had its particular energy, restaurants full, the kind of foot traffic that meant the city was d
