Didn’t apologize for the wait.
He flicked two fingers toward a chair like he was granting a favor.
Olivia sat.
She had spent over twenty years in finance.
She knew this choreography by heart.
The downgraded room.
The controlled delay.
The withheld courtesy.
The subtle decision to make someone arrive already off balance.
She also knew something Leonard did not.
Every small insult that morning was becoming data.
