Alexander
The Boston floor plan had been open in front of me for twenty minutes… Maybe thirty, maybe an hour. It didn't matter.
My eyes scanned the figures, estimated times, construction schedules, city permits, office layouts, opening phases, and relocation logistics… but my mind wasn't there. It was far away. And that irritated me, because I don't usually get lost.
I'm a man of focus, of strategy, of anticipation. I don't sit down at a desk to waste time thinking about things I can't capitalize on. However, that afternoon, in my office, my mind was betraying me.
Boston was getting closer; in a few weeks, Clara and I would travel there to personally review the progress.
The expansion was no longer an ambitious idea; it was a reality taking shape. Concrete, steel, signed contract
