Rory
Dray's phone rang during a routine budget review, and I watched his entire posture change the second he glanced at the screen and saw his father's name.
We'd been three slides into a quarterly projections deck, the kind of meeting that usually barely registered as memorable, and the shift in him was so immediate and so total that Priya, sitting across the table, actually paused mid-sentence to glance between the two of us before politely pretending she hadn't noticed anything at all.
"Excuse me." His voice had gone carefully neutral in a way that told me the neutrality itself was a performance, already standing before the words were fully out of his mouth. "I need to take this."
He stepped out into the hallway, and through the glass wall of the conference room I watched him pace,
