He handed me one of the cups when I stopped next to him.

“Your visa paperwork went through without any flags?” he asked, glancing at his phone before slipping it into his coat pocket.

“I picked up the stamped passport at four,” I said.

“Everything’s cleared with the consulate.”

“Good,” David said, sipping from his cup.

“The Lisbon team lead sent the keycard codes for the downtown office an hour ago.

You’ll start on the system migration first thing Wednesday morning.”

“And the corporate apartment there?”