I answered his questions with exact dates and team sizes, keeping my voice perfectly level.

When we finished eating, Daniel gathered the empty plates and carried them to the kitchen sink.

I wiped the coffee table with a paper towel and threw the empty cardboard boxes into the recycling bin.

At eight o’clock he walked back into the living room carrying his thick black leather binder.

He sat beside me on the sofa and clicked open the metal rings.

“I put together a revised monthly budget for us,” Daniel said.