I thought about Cole in the corridor. That single step. That single sentence.
I finished eating and washed my plate and wiped down the counter.
The Midtown proposal needed to be drafted tonight or first thing tomorrow. I had the notes and the preliminary direction and I knew how I wanted to frame it. Clear, direct, no extra language. Vivienne had struck me as someone who did not need things decorated.
I went upstairs and changed and sat at the small desk in the corner of the bedroom where I kept my laptop for evenings when I needed to work from home. I opened the Midtown file and started pulling the notes into a working structure.
The kitchen layout change first. The rationale was straightforward and the cost implication was minor against the overall scope. Peter had confirmed it could
