Wednesday—09.45 A.M.
“Oh come on, come on. Not today.” Evan tapped the wheel, though today it was through impatience rather than rhythm. Gone was the thumping dance music, replaced by a stirring movement of the New World Symphony currently playing on a low volume. What did Dvořák and Cher have in common? They both had places in Evan’s music library, but then so did the Buggles, ELO and Enigma, so what did that tell you?
He looked at the time and shook his head. He should have been at work by now, this was not good. What a night.
“What the hell was I thinking?” He pressed the mute button. “Call Tia!” The system made the call and a few moments later he was connected to his assistant.
“Morning, Evan. Don’t worry, I’ve made your excuses. They’re in the boardroom going through the settlem
