Chapter 110

• Brandon is on the veranda in front of his laptop, looking exasperated by how he presses his temples many times. He has been in the meeting for an hour. I’m already tempted to go there and give him a massage, but that would be inappropriate in front of the camera, so I just made him lemonade to ease his frustration.
• Quietly, I appear to his side, place the pitcher on the table, and pour him a glass. He glances at me, then shifts his attention back to the screen.
• “What do you propose, Mr. Thompson?” Brandon says.