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I sat in the chair and opened my purse. I ate two Altoids and looked around Rohan’s temporary office. It was spotless. There was a small basketball net and a bookshelf with books on management, travel, and photography. I got up and picked out a few books without any intention of reading them. I walked back to my seat, put my purse on the empty chair next to me, and busied myself with the folder in hand. The convention center at the hotel in New Orleans where the conference was scheduled had sent over more paperwork.
Rohan walked in and sat in his chair.
I kept pulling my fingers. “I see that you’ve lined up six radio interviews for me over the next four days. I don’t like being on television and radio. I don’t like talking to strangers about why this conference means the world to
