DANIEL’S POV
I sat in my apartment at 11 p.m. with a glass of whisky I was not drinking and a problem I had been avoiding for two weeks.
The problem was Rebecca.
More specifically, the problem was that I had approached Rebecca at her husband’s birthday party with a specific intention and the intention had been correct, I had known whose party it was, I had known the situation, I had arrived with information and strategy and the particular focus of a man who had decided to use a personal connection as a means to an end.
That part had been clean. That part had been the kind of thing I did in business all the time, the kind of precise instrumental thinking that had built my career.
But somewhere between the bookshelves and the forty-minute conversation at the brand event, something had
