"Have you made a decision?" Rupert asks. "Will you come back to work or will you quit?"
We're in the study, which is all dark wood and books. It's a heavily masculine room with lush chaise longues and buttery leather wing backs. It's also where Austin and I hang out together most of the time, for a very specific reason. It's the only room that's devoid of intelligent machinery. Rupert told us that this room had been Donald's sanctum -- where he went to think and to read and to plan his next steps.
I was going to come back. I was seriously considering it. But now... "I can't. He'll find me."
"Who will find you?"
"Newhouse."
"Pardon me?"
"Newhouse -- er, his son."
"I see." A moment's pause. "Competition in business is inevitable. You mustn't be afraid --"
"I'm not afraid of competiti
