What can you learn about a man from his office?


I hadn’t even had the sense to ask that question when I met Adam, and I should have. His R+D office was stark and clean. It had no history. It gave away nothing. You didn’t sense a thing about its owner but the level of his taste.
That was simply the way he ran his business.

But standing in his office, with the afternoon sun bending through the glass tabletops, I knew he had run his personal life the same way.


I’d walked past Eva on the way in. She’d warn him I was here. I was ready for that.