Michael Walked Out of His Office the Day Four-Year-Old Noah Called About a Broken Arm

Carla shut her notebook and rested her pen on the wire binding.

She took a long look at Michael across the desk.

“You look like a different person than you did Tuesday,” Carla said.

“You’re sitting up straighter.”

“Things have calmed down at the house,” Michael said.

“I’m glad to hear it,” Carla said.

“The executive board expects a flawless presentation tomorrow at two in the afternoon.”

“I’m ready,” Michael said.