Later that night, as Sean walked along the cracked asphalt, the wet wind pushed against him, causing him to pull his coat closer around him. He knew it was a habit of many of the employees to work late into the night if they were working on something with a deadline and he counted on Gabe being there filling up on strong coffee and agonizing over a presentation he had to have ready for one of the partners in a meeting the next morning.
It wasn’t late, so the streets were teeming with people going out to eat, or to a club, or even shopping. With his head down and walking into the wind, he looked much like a ghost hurrying along, his face partially covered by his coat collar, and his eyes staring ahead charting turns, watching drunks, and wheeling around those too slow to be tolerated. By t
