The next morning, Phyllis gave Colt his daily briefing. She couldn't help but notice the dark circles under his eyes and grew concerned.
"Sir, are you feeling alright? Should I call a doctor to check on you?"
For some reason, Phyllis' worried tone made Colt's headache worse.
He waved her off, his voice cold and irritated. "Just go over today's schedule. No need for all the chatter."
Phyllis, relieved that Colt hadn't brought up the divorce email, continued.
"You're scheduled to play golf with Mr. Welch this afternoon, and there's a charity real estate gala this evening."
As she spoke, Colt massaged his aching temples.
Phyllis, ever the attentive assistant, gently added, "You still have about three and a half hours to rest before the day's events."
Colt picked at his breakfast, stil
