Milan worked the way it always worked for her.
The first day was meetings. The foundation oversight review ran three hours and covered everything it needed to cover. The property negotiation in the afternoon went better than projected. The counterpart across the table was experienced and direct and the terms they landed on by five were terms she could bring back to the board without qualification.
She ate dinner alone in a small place near the hotel, pasta and a glass of red wine, and the next day's documents opened in front of her, and felt, for the first time in several weeks, like the full dimensions of herself were present and accounted for.
The second day was more of the same. By the third she had found her rhythm.
Milan had always done this. The city operated on its own logic, ol
