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

He clicked to the next slide.

A big pie chart filled the white screen.

Carla’s pen stopped tapping.

“Michael,” Carla said.

“Go back a slide.”

Michael hit the back button.

The earlier spreadsheet came up.

“Look at row fourteen,” Carla said in her crisp business voice.