At the gym, Matt’s desk fronted a large window that gave him a full view of the pool. As he sank into his chair, he ignored the splashes and shrieks that came from the children playing in the water. The phone messages waiting for him seemed to have multiplied since the last time he came into his office. With a glance through them to make sure none were from Vic, Matt dropped the whole stack into the trash can beneath his desk. He didn’t have the energy to call all those people back, let alone the time. If it were important, they’d call again.
He really hoped they didn’t.
Turning to the next stack of papers on his desk, he began to riffle through invoices that needed to be paid—chlorine deliveries, new sanitizers for the locker room showers, a repair order to replace a few warped tiles
