GRACE.

Christopher Miles got to my door step at exactly few minutes to nine the next morning in his usual, disorganized look. He was wearing an over-sized winter coat over a shrunken shirt. It rained early this morning, so I was sure everywhere would be as forlorn as my mood.

I asked him to come in, but he declined, explaining he was going to stay out to arrange his camera as he left home in too much of a hurry.

“Grace?” he called from outside. “You know the interview is taking place in his home office and not at his main company right?”

Oh, I had no idea. What the...