“And I didn’t brew the coffee.”

Mark pushed a button on the media remote.

The screen switched from the lab report to a video.

The frame was slightly crooked, shot through the narrow gap of an inside kitchen doorway.

Garrett’s voice came through the high-definition boardroom ceiling speakers, loud and unhurried: *Two drops in his morning thermos every day until the fifteenth.

He trusts whatever I hand him.

By the board meeting, he won’t be able to stay on his feet long enough to read the financial agenda.*