I call Dominic at 8 AM.
I am sitting in my car outside my company building with the engine off and my coffee going cold in the cupholder. I made a decision last night that I was going to do this before I went to the office, before the day got its hands on me and turned everything into something manageable, professional and distant. This was not that kind of call.
He picked up on the fourth ring.
"Yes?"
That one word told me everything about how he had decided to play this. Composed and unhurried.
"What are you doing, Dominic?"
"I'm in my house trying to get some sleep before the start of today's work," he said. "And you just ruined that. Thanks."
"Stop acting dense. You know what I mean."
There was silence.
“You call me at 8am for a reason I do not and you have not pointed out an
