Alexander
There are moments that don't quite fit into the day, small cracks. Details that shouldn't matter… but they do. That was one of those.
Several days ago… I was in my office in New York, reviewing projections for Boston when there was a knock at the door with that rhythm I recognize without even looking. Two soft knocks, one firm one.
"Come in."
The door opened and Daniel Rivas, my personal assistant of many years, entered. Efficient, discreet. And, more importantly… loyal.
He closed the door behind him more carefully than usual, which already said something. He didn't speak immediately. He approached the desk, a folder in his hand, but didn't place it on the table.
He stood there, waiting.
"Speak," I said without fully looking up.
"I suppose you don't know."
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