The notification came at three-fourteen PM.
I was in the middle of a call quarterly projections with the Singapore office, a conversation that required the specific kind of focused attention that didn't accommodate interruption when my phone screen lit up on the desk beside my laptop. I didn't look at it. I had a policy about phones during calls: they existed in my peripheral vision as emergency infrastructure and nothing else.
The call ended at three-twenty-two.
I looked at the phone.
Miller Account Transaction AlertEastside Medical CentreAmount: [tap to view]
I looked at it for a moment.
Then I picked up the phone and tapped.
The amount was not small.
Not large, relative to the account nothing was large relative to the account, which was the point of the account, the reason it existed in the form it did. But it was not a incidental number. It was a deliberate number, the kind that indicated a decision rather than a purchase.
I read the details.
