A Lucky Break

Michael

The traffic downtown was heavier at this hour, but I wasn’t in a rush. I still had plenty of time before the first interview. And I ate the bagel slower than normal to extend the experience.

While driving around Bar Harbor, the people smiled and waved as you passed. In New York, everyone’s heads were down, focused on where they needed to go. The friendly faces were nice, but I felt more at ease with the scowling New Yorkers. This city was full of businessmen and no one bothered to notice another suit or luxury car.

Even in the traffic, Constantine managed to get me to my building by eight-thirty.

He opened the door for me as I was dusting bagel crumbs from my coat. I stood up and took my briefcase from him.

“Have a great day, Constantine,” I said, adjusting my overcoat.

“You too, Sir. Six o’clock pickup?”

“Yes. I will have Sandra call you if that changes.”

“Have a good day, Mr. Carrington.”

I nodded and headed toward my building. Another perk of showing up later was less traff