My assistant came in at nine with the morning's schedule and added, almost as an afterthought, "Mr. Ashford is in the waiting area. He's been here since seven."
I looked up. "Since seven."
"He said he didn't mind waiting."
I set my pen down. "Send him in."
Vincent came through the door looking like a man who had spent a portion of the night awake. Well, it sucks to be him. I had trouble sleeping at first but once I settled in I was good. He sat down across from me without waiting to be invited.
"I don't like being ignored," he said.
"Good morning, Vincent."
"You spent last night with David. You're not returning my calls consistently. Every time I try to have a real conversation you redirect it." He looked at me across the desk. "I'm not doing anything wrong and you're treating me li
