"Hello, Dean Garnett speaking," he said, assuming a commanding tone.
It was a smidgeon deeper than usual.
"Ah. Mr. Lamont, thank you for your time. It's nice to hear your voice instead of the answering machine."
As I fished a pen out of the wood holder and poised over the sticky notes, waiting for information to take down, I could hear the caller's hazy garble.
"Yes, of course. It's all right. You've caught me at an advantageous moment." Dean rested his chin on the desk.
I nearly believed he had a suit and a corner office already. He had the correct demeanor. He exuded self-assurance.
"I'm interested in a consultation, as I said in my message. I'm afraid I won't be able to go into great depth over the phone. As a result, I'd want to have a meeting with you as soon as possible."
