Nicholas and I sit at a small table for a few minutes while he eats one of the muffins. When I suggested he share the remaining with his staff, he balks at the idea and says he would probably eat them all before he left for the day.  He told me about his morning (meetings, meetings and more meetings) and I told him about mine (food shopping and baking). “Mr. Parker,” the receptionist interrupts us again.

“I’ll be there in a minute, Melody,” Nicholas informs her.

“I should let you get to your meeting. I wasn’t sure what your schedule was and didn’t mean to make you late your for...