Victor calls at 8 AM Wednesday with the energy of a man who has been awake since 5 and has opinions about it.
“Good morning. I’m adding five events to your shared calendar. A museum benefit Friday, a corporate lunch Tuesday, the Aldridge Foundation dinner next Thursday, a Saturday morning farmers market sighting, and a Sunday brunch appearance at Claridge’s.”
I stare at my ceiling. “Victor. That’s five events in one week.”
“Correct.”
“We had three last week.”
“I’m aware. Image maintenance requires consistency. Particularly given recent media attention.” A pause. “Also Adrian approved the schedule already.”
“At what time?”
“6:47 AM.”
I sit up. “He was in the office at 6:47?”
“He was in the office at 5:30. He didn’t sleep well.” Another pause. The particular kind Victor does when he
