Nicholas's Point of View
My phone buzzes for the fifteenth time today. I mute it without glancing at who's calling.
There's an issue. I sense it deep inside, in the way others gaze at me these days.
Yesterday at the Morrison Industries lunch, three potential investors suddenly had scheduling conflicts.
This morning, my meeting with the chairman of Westfield Capital was called off without any reason. I recline in my leather office chair and gaze at the ceiling of my corner office.
The sight of Manhattan once filled me with strength. Today it seems like the city is surrounding me. My computer monitor displays the quarterly reports that Maya created. The figures are reliable. The business is making a profit.
Everything should be perfect. Why do I sense that I'm on shaky ground? A soft
