The phone was pressed to my ear, Carmen's voice echoing in my head like an uncomfortable reminder of a world that, for now, I no longer felt belonged to me.
"Mr. Ravi, tomorrow at nine you have a meeting with the investment board in Milan... at eleven, a video conference with the lawyers in Vienna..." She paused, the rustling of pages being turned reaching me. "At two in the afternoon, an in-person meeting with the directors from Zurich."
I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. The cold leather of the wood-paneled wall supported my hand. I had always been that man: the one who kept order, who never wavered, who faced three, four, five meetings a day without even thinking of backing down. But now... now every commitment sounded like an obstacle between me and the room at the end of the ha
