Julian took me to the house on Long Island.No directors, no reporters, no lawyers.The next morning, I slept until 11.When I woke up, a light rain was falling along the coast.Julian was making coffee in the kitchen.I sat down at the kitchen island.“You’re not going to the office today?”“This afternoon.”“Then why are you still here?”“To have breakfast with you.”I stared at him.“I’m not sick.”“I know.”“And I’m not falling apart.”“I know.”“Then stop looking at me like I’m going to break.”Julian slid a cup of coffee over to me.“I’m just looking at you.”The doorbell rang.Sophia was outside, holding a cardboard box.“Margaret asked me to bring this.”Once she was inside, she added, “She wanted to come herself. I told her you probably wouldn’t want to see anyone from North Shore Capital right now.”I took the box.Inside was the complete set of transition documents.Before I left three years ago, North Shore Capital had already completed its management transition.The new te
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