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That morning, I was supposed to fly to Lakehurst and close.

My flight was delayed thirty-five minutes.

Mechanical issue.

Thirty-five minutes.

I called my CFO immediately.

“Start without me.”

“They won’t execute without you.”

“They’ll wait.”

“You hate when people make you wait.”

“I hate it more when they cost me ninety million dollars.”

I hung up.

The gate was crowded, so I walked toward a quieter stretch of windows near the far end of the terminal.

I opened my laptop.

Typed two lines.

Then stopped.

A woman was sleeping against the wall perhaps twenty feet away.

Not comfortably.

Nobody sleeps comfortably in an airport.

Her head tilted toward one shoulder.

A faded jacket folded beneath her neck.

A worn blue suitcase stood beside her.