The afternoon is chaotic. For the first time, I’m glad of my assistant Rosalie’s lingering presence; I don’t get a second to think.

Jake is in his office with just as much going on as me; I’ve walked in there a dozen times with files and notes, and he seems to be shedding clothes each time. He’s sitting with his shirt pulled out, unbuttoned at the collar, and his sleeves rolled up. His usually styled hair is ruffled and messy, and his tie and jacket are strewn across his ...