“Yes.” “What should I call the folder?” I looked at the blue folder beside me.

“Chad,” I said, and she typed it, and then she stopped and pointed again, because there was one more: his face beside a business name I had never heard, dated months earlier than any story he had told.

I closed the blue folder without putting it away.

A man with one face and many names and many businesses, each predating the last, is not a businessman who changes companies.

He is a man who changes stories, and keeps the face, because the face is the only part of the operation that has to stay the same.