I could hear the quick tapping of his computer keys over the line.

“The corporate apartment lease begins on the fifteenth,” David said.

“I need a scan of your passport by nine tomorrow morning.”

“It’ll be in your inbox by eight,” I said.

“Good,” David said.

“The visa window closes next Friday, so don’t miss the cutoff.”

“I won’t miss it,” I said.

“And what about the house in the suburbs?” David asked.