It keeps going. There’s a piece of gym equipment that needs to be replaced, but Alfie and Jackson disagree on the vendor. There’s an issue with the budget. Dermot and Adam cover the coffee table in spreadsheets, and at one point, Adam gets so pissed over an equation, he sprouts fur.

But it’s mostly boring as hell.

I stare out the window for a while, but there’s not much to see. Folks are getting ready for dinner. Old Noreen has put the roasts in the oven. The scent is winding up from the lodge. I lick my lips. I’m hungry.

A silence falls. I look up, and everyone’s staring at...