Donna and I are talking about the PowerPoint when a call comes in from Harris.
“Yes, Mr. Harris, I'll see if he's available.”
I push the button and say, “Good afternoon, Bob.”
“Scott, how are you?”
Harris is the worst at small talk because it is pretty clear that he really doesn't give a s**t how I am. “I'm well, Bob, and you?”
“Good. Listen, I just wanted to see if we can pick a date next week to meet to start going over proposed jury instructions.”
“Great. How about Wednesday afternoon?”
“Let me just check the calendar,” he says. “Sorry, can't do that one. How about Thursday or Friday morning?”
I check my own calendar. “Thursday morning will work. Why don't you come here for that meeting, and I'll come to your office for the next one.”
“Fine, shall we say 9:00 a.m.?”
“Sounds go
