The office is a welcome sight. My assistant, Rosalie, warmly greets me and compliments my hair, natural highlights, and tan. She gushes a little too much at how I look, and I’m forced to give her a cool glare to get her to return to a professional manner.

The issues with the merger are nothing and could have been handled by anyone involved; there was no need for me to be here. The lawyers have taken care of almost everything, and the minor details are rectified in half a morning. I ...