A week had passed since the quiet sanctuary of the upstate estate, and the relentless, crushing rhythm of Manhattan had swallowed us whole once again.
The morning air was thick and humid as a large delegation from Torres International navigated the bustling, crowded sidewalks of Midtown.
We were on our way to a massive, multi-national corporate summit hosted at a glass skyscraper a few blocks away.
William led the pack, his strides long and commanding in a pristine gray three-piece suit. Flanking him were three senior board members and a small flock of junior analysts, all talking over each other about market shares and opening statements.
I walked right beside William, a sleek leather portfolio tucked under my arm, my tablet in hand as I effortlessly steered his focus.
