The car ride is silent. Lukas spends the entire time on his phone, thumbing through emails with the focused intensity of a man who has forgotten anyone else exists. I watch the city through the window and try not to think about the last time we were alone in a vehicle together. I’m mostly unsuccessful.
Our dinner companions are already seated when we arrive. It’s a range of all types: tall, smug-looking Wall Street financiers, some grizzly, bearded captains of industry, and a few slick tech bros wearing pricey t-shirts beneath their tailored blazers. A dozen or so in total, including us.
“Lukas!” The eldest of the group stands to clasp Lukas’s hand. “And who’s this?”
“My assistant,” Lukas says. “Ms. Everett will be taking notes.”
That’s the full extent of my introduction. Not even a fi
