Noah sighed. “You don’t know who I am, do you?”

She slowly shook her head.

“Noah Whitman,” he said. “Whitman Group.”

Emily’s mouth went dry. Everyone in America knew that name. Technology, digital banking, charitable foundations, entire buildings carrying the Whitman name.

“You’re that Noah Whitman?”

He nodded. “And you’re the first person in months who spoke to me like I was just another passenger.”